Li Weiwei walked into the medical shed and happened to Qi Shanshan to simply disinfect Zhao Meng's wounds and bones, stop bleeding, bandage, and fix them.

But Zhao Meng's eyes were still closed, his face was pale, and he did not wake up.

Li Wei looked at the fine beads of sweat on Qi Shanshan's forehead and said, "Thank you for your hard work..."

"Take off your clothes."

Qi Shanshan packed up all kinds of medical items.

Li Wei was stunned.

Qi Shanshan turned around and said with both blame and concern: "I only care about your senior brother's injury? I was injured but didn't say a word. Are you men so macho?"

"I'm just a minor injury, it's nothing."

Li's only injury is located on his left shoulder and right wrist.

The left shoulder was stained with a small amount of lightning released by the black iron seal, the clothes were carbonized, and the skin was severely damaged, which was indeed very painful.

The wrist of the right hand was cut by the edge of the ice coffin at the bottom of the grave. It had already scabbed, but it was cracked when using the black spear. The gun was too heavy, and it was still very difficult to use with Li Yi's current strength. It would also hurt his muscles and bones while hurting others.

These injuries are indeed nothing to Li Wei, who has cultivated the hot air flow.

It doesn't take a day to get better.

But Qi Shanshan insisted repeatedly, and Li Yiu had to take off her clothes and leave it to her to bandage.
Chapter completed!