Song Youzhi supported Song Youyi as they walked in, his face grim.
He was now truly thankful he hadn't let Ningning and the others follow them to that chaotic shantytown.
That filthy, dilapidated, and lawless place was simply beyond words!
"It's nothing, not serious. Just a scratch."
Ji Taixian had already taken out styptic cream, iodine, gauze, bandages, and other items from his Space.
"Should we ask Xiao Yu from next door to come help bandage it?"
"I'll do it." Xie Ning calmly glanced at her uncle's head wound, then began to treat it with practiced hands.
She'd lost count of how many times she'd had to treat these kinds of simple wounds on herself before.
"What on earth happened?" Song You'ai asked, lowering her voice.
"That shantytown is a gathering place for lunatics." Song Youzhi's stomach burned with anger as he spoke. "Youyi and I had only checked a few tents before we were targeted."
