During her family's elite education period, she learned simple wound dressing and some techniques of Qihuang at a young age, so she could treat herself in special situations when injured and no one was around.
To avoid waiting for rescue only to succumb to infection from a trivial injury, feverish to the point of stupidity, or even losing her life directly.
"It's a dislocation, just bear with me, I'll set it right for you," Kang Li said, not waiting for the boy to prepare, and with a swift sound, the boy's arm was set. "Although your wound is shallow and no longer bleeding, disinfecting and bandaging it is still necessary."
Since she was saving someone, she might as well do everything she could.
Kang Li told herself this as she quickly sprung into action.
"All done."
With a snap of her fingers, Kang Li put the bandage and other things back in her bag.
