"I've examined him. The tendon—what you call a sinew—is ruptured, but there's no nerve damage or fractures at the site of the break. We just need to reduce the inflammation and use some methods to restore more mobility to the stiff joint. After that, we can perform a tendon suture."
For this kind of complete rupture caused by trauma, the ends of the tendon were usually quite clean. Direct suture was the only option; there was no possibility of conservative treatment.
Ji Huan paused. "Um, are you familiar with suturing? I mean, have you ever done anything like this before?"
Xin Ziqi stared at the homeless man's wound. His expression was difficult to read, a mixture of compassion laced with a faint sense of repulsion and resistance.
All in all, it was incredibly complex.
After a long moment, he spoke, but not about the homeless man's injury.
"My family's affairs—or rather, Yide Hall's former glory and its current decline—I'm sure you've heard something about it."
