"Jing, stop! Your hand is injured, and it's bleeding so much. Can't you feel it? Look, your clothes are all stained red."
Zhao Jing looked down at her words, frowning as if he had just noticed the wound. "I'm not sure where I got cut. I don't feel any pain at all... It's just a shame about these clothes. I wonder if the stain will wash out."
Chen Wanqing shot him an exasperated look. "Are clothes more important than your hand? How can you be worried about something so trivial at a time like this? It's just a bit of blood; it'll come out with a good scrub. It's your wound you should be worried about. Look how long it is! I don't even know what to say to you."
Chen Wanqing was frantic. She quickly pressed her handkerchief against the wound while her other hand fumbled open her sachet and pulled out a small porcelain vial.
The vial was filled with a white medicinal powder used to stop bleeding and reduce bruising.
