Chapter 80: Chapter 80: Practice Makes Perfect (Even with Sewing) Xuan Ming stepped forward and said, "Miss, can you take us to see my young master now?" Shen Qinglan nodded, holding an umbrella, and led the way back into the rain. The wind had calmed down a bit, but the rain was still heavy, and the water was knee-deep, with few pedestrians on the road. Old Tang sent the others back, while he and Xuan Ming, along with Xuan Ying, followed Shen Qinglan to Baihua Lane. Inside Shen Qinglan’s room. Xuan Ying and Old Tang stood to the side, while Xuan Ming was checking Duan Yunfei’s pulse. After a good while, he finally got up and breathed a sigh of relief. Xuan Ming turned to Shen Qinglan and asked, "Miss, did you suture this wound?" Shen Qinglan nodded. Such minor suturing wasn’t beyond her skills. "Miss, do you know medicine?" After examining Duan Yunfei’s wound, Xuan Ming asked again. Shen Qinglan shook her head. She knew a little but not much, only the basics. After all, her main profession was killing, not saving people. "But, Miss, the suture on this wound is beautifully done!" Xuan Ming felt that even he couldn’t have stitched it so well. Shen Qinglan said, "I’ve sewn clothes often enough to know how." Xuan Ming: ... You make it sound so real! Xuan Ming looked at Xuan Ying and said, "The young master is fine, but he has lost a lot of blood. Later, go to the pharmacy and buy some blood-replenishing medicine." "I’ll go now!" Xuan Ying spoke and was about to rush into the rain. Old Tang quickly pulled him back, "Take an umbrella, it’ll help protect the medicine." Hearing this, Xuan Ying quickly took the umbrella and left swiftly. Xuan Ming looked at Shen Qinglan and said, "Miss, with my young master’s wound, I doubt he can move anytime soon, what do you think..." "It’s fine." Shen Qinglan replied, "I’ll ask Aunt Yang to prepare a room." To be honest, Duan Yunfei should be grateful that he had given Shen Qinglan both a house and money at that time. Otherwise, he might have already bled to death. She wasn’t kind-hearted enough to risk making a great enemy by saving a stranger. Xuan Ming instructed Old Tang, "Old Tang, try not to let the manor know of the young master’s injury!" Old Tang nodded, "I understand the importance." Xuan Ming glanced at Duan Yunfei’s wound again and asked Shen Qinglan, "I wonder... where did you get the Ice Silkworm Thread?" Upon hearing this, Old Tang immediately had a bad premonition. Shen Qinglan dragged a wooden box out from under the bed, opened it, and said, "I dismantled it from here." Having no other choice, she couldn’t find suitable thread for the time being, so she had to dismantle this. Xuan Ming: ... Old Tang: ... Xuan Ming said, "Miss, this Ice Silkworm Skirt... there’s only this one in the world!" "So what?" Shen Qinglan raised an eyebrow, "No matter how valuable an item is, is it more important than a life?" Xuan Ming nodded, "The miss is right, a skirt can be remade, but life is only once!" "Miss, breakfast is ready!" Aunt Yang came with an umbrella, delivering the food box. She had known that Old Tang and the others would come, so she had specially made more for breakfast. It was four bowls of noodles, still warm. When she saw Duan Yunfei on the bed, Aunt Yang did not show any surprise. Since she had delivered things to Shen Qinglan last night, she already knew that there should be others in the room, and it was likely an injured person. After delivering breakfast, Aunt Yang left. "Is she trustworthy?" Xuan Ming asked. Old Tang nodded, "She’s an honest and straightforward person, trustworthy." Xuan Ming nodded, washed his hands with the rainwater outside, and then sat down at the table to have breakfast with Old Tang and Shen Qinglan.