Binh An heard the man say one thing, however his action said otherwise. The uncle kept on staring at his beloved pants with mournful eyes; Binh An couldn't help but chuckle, he had to admit it, the fabric was quite good, even a while after he tore it off, his hand was still burning here, yet, looking at the man’s expression, he didn’t think he had the chance to complain.

This felt nostalgic.

Back in the old days, when Binh An was out spirit hunting and ended up injuring his shin, there was this one person who had accompanied him along the way and was just as cruel to his belongings, mercilessly tore up the cuff of his pant and asked in such a cold tone.

"Would you rather keep your pants or your life?"

That person was actually the original owner of this question.

Binh An then replied, "Of course it's my life, you simply can't compare them that way!"

"Then keep your mouth shut! What are you shouting for?" You shouted even louder than when you first got the injury.

"You don't even have to take my paints’ lives while saving mine! I can just take them off!” You had no idea how much these pants were worth, it took almost half a decade for the order to finish.

"Take them off and you will see whether your lower half and upper body are still attached to each other!” That person grind their teeth.

“Ah! No no! I'm injured! I have become the menial servant, you are now the master, and you may do whatever you wish as long as you don't kill me off!"

“Then shut up and let me treat you! Or else I’ll let you reunite with those dear pants of yours!”

“Oh no! One life taken away was more than enough!”

A sequence of old memories flashed back, causing his heart to sink, as a result, his face drooped and let out a long heavy sigh. Binh An was completely unaware that the uncle's face, who had been sitting next to him the whole time, had grown pale after witnessing his impression deteriorate. The man groaned, tears welling up in his eyes.

“Is it that serious? Oh my goddess! How much time do I have left to live?"

The uncle said that he had trouble walking as it hurt so much every time he tried to take a step. Binh An then lightly touched the surrounding area of the wound and asked.

“Does it hurt?”

The uncle shook his head.

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Binh An took a quick glance at it and noticed that the wound was still new, relatively benign as there was no sign of poison. It was really just a simple injury in the skin and it’s healing effectively, it couldn’t be the cause of all the pain the uncle had been experiencing until now.

Ah!

After a brief moment of thinking and examining. Perhaps Binh An knew the real source of the pain.

Binh An then looked into his uncle's eyes and calmly said.

"Please take regular breaths, I will count from one to three, your leg will be much less painful from now on."

The uncle was a bit confused but nevertheless nodded.

Binh An started counting.

“One… two… THREE!!!”

There was a loud "crack" sound following a sharp scream of pain.

"Done! Your ankle has been dislocated all this time! That’s the source of your pain.” Binh An casually put his feet down as the man sobbed like a child.

After the sharp pain gradually subsided, the man tried to move his ankle, as expected, the joint of the foot seemed to be lubricated and operated smoothly, the pain also disappeared and everything returned to normal.

“You really did cure me?”

"Is it all right now?"

“Very good! Very good! Now I don't need to cling to anything to move around anymore.” The man's expression brightened briefly before returning to upset one second later. He turned to Binh An and scolded.

“If you're going to fix my leg so violently, give me a word beforehand, at least l can mentally prepare myself. It hurts like hell!

Binh An calmly replied.

"If I were to tell you uncle what I, a stranger, is going to do to your ankle, would you allow it?"

The uncle nodded. "Well, It's true!"

“The pain when walking was caused by dislocation, it had little to do with these claw marks. However, the claw marks can still cause infection, if it was handled well, it will not leave any sequelae or outbreaks.

What you should take caution was that clumsy bandage works of yours and try to stay abstain from alcohol, water and heavy tasks,... anything that could potentially worsen the injury. In case you do not want the wound to reopen or re-infect, I recommend having the aunt assist you in daily tasks until the wounds are completely healed.”

The uncle exhaled a sigh of relief when he heard that, he then boasted that he had disinfected the wounds very thoroughly. Being a handyman, he often had to shoulder heavy tasks, so the number of times he got into injury was rather a lot. Along the way, he seemed to have accumulated a little experience in treating and aiding himself.

Binh An immediately asked: "You are a handyman, and the aunt is..."

"She works as a maid! She's here to help with the household chores! I was in charge of chopping firewood, carrying water, delivering supplies, and conducting repairs; while she took care of the garden, cooking, washing, and sweeping. Sounds like a lot of responsibility, right? Ha ha ha”

The man said it without hesitation, perhaps a bit proudly, it seemed that the owner treated both of them very well.

"May I ask how I should address you two?"

“Ah! I forgot I hadn't introduced myself yet. My name is Tran Khang Hung, and the aunt's name is Minh Thanh Ha”

“So I can call you uncle Hung and aunt Ha?”

“All right. Just address us that way. The young masters also addressed us the same.” Uncle Hung let out a sigh, then turned to Binh An and smiled. “But I’d say, you have absolutely no idea who we are, what we would do to you, yet, you still worry about my injury like that, as if I were your very own relatives, you are a good person!"