Without needing Yu Tingwan's prompting, Elder Ge quickly stepped forward and sat directly at the bedside.
He checked the pulse for a moment, his brow furrowing tightly.
Recalling what Yu Tingwan had just said, Elder Ge temporarily set aside his thoughts, reached out, and pulled aside Wei Zhao's clothes to examine the wound.
Indeed, it was red and swollen.
It might start to fester in a few days.
It was evident that the person who previously treated his wound had not handled it properly, failing to completely remove the necrotic tissue.
Even with frequent dressing changes later on, it was useless.
His face darkened, wondering how much General had suffered during these days.
He was so thin!!!
"The wound needs treatment,"
But evidently, it was too dark here, not suitable.
Yu Tingwan was about to ask how to handle it, but before she could speak, Elder Ge threw out these words and strode out.
The girl was puzzled when Wei Zhao's voice rang out inside the room.
"It's simple."
