Fabre in Sacheon’s Tang

As soon as Seol tore the elder apart, she rushed over to Paeng Gyu-seong.

He had suffered a deep wound to his side—the first priority was treating him.

“Brother, are you alright!?”

“Grr… F-focus on Geom-bong and Yang Seong-hu  first…”

Despite having the worst injury, he was more concerned about the others.

A true tank through and through.

I immediately called out to Tang Hwa-eun and Seol.@@novelbin@@

“Hwa-eun! Seol! Take care of Geom-bong and Yang Seong-hu!”

“Got it! So-ryong!”

“Understood, So-ryong.”

At my request, Tang Hwa-eun rushed to Geom-bong while Seol began checking Yang Seong-hu’s injuries.

Fortunately, they had only lost consciousness from the Blood Cult elder’s strikes. The real problem was Gyu-seong.

“Hwa-eun and Seol are taking care of them. Let’s focus on you.”

Reassuring him, I examined his wound.

“You’ve applied pressure to stop the bleeding.”

“Yeah… I held my meridian points to slow it down.”

Even though his side had been pierced, it seemed like his internal organs were unharmed.

Since he was already keeping pressure on his meridian points to minimize blood loss, I quickly took out Golden Wound Medicine and smeared it over the wound, tearing his robe to bind the injury.

But just because he had slowed the bleeding didn’t mean it had stopped completely.

The wound was too large, and blood continued to seep through.

—Rip!

As I tore the fabric, I immediately realized a problem.

His robe was covered in layers of black grime.

After weeks of working undercover, without a chance to wash or change clothes, his robe was anything but clean.

I was suddenly reminded of how little people in Zhongyuan bathed.

Sichuan was hot, so they washed more often, but in places like Huangshan, where the Namgung Clan lived, it was rare.

And Gyu-seong lived even further north, where bathing was probably even less common.

‘This… this could lead to an infection…’

I hesitated.