Everyone closed their eyes subconsciously.

Immediately, puffs of powder came toward him.

The powder is pungent and makes people cough.

But before they coughed, they heard those little monsters screaming sternly, and at the same time they felt that the monster's claws on them were also loosened.

Everyone was overjoyed, and then opened their eyes.

As soon as I opened it, I saw that the fiery red feathers on these little monsters were all dyed white. The most important thing was that when the white powder touched the monster’s flesh, the monster’s flesh was actually decayed a little bit...

Those monsters that were originally arrogant are struggling helplessly...

After struggling for a short time, his body was corroded into potholes and there was no life left.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

And the monsters who originally wanted to get close to them, smelling such a scent, seeing the miserable kind of them, have quickly retreated, and disappeared for almost a while.

At this moment, everyone clearly knew that they were safe.

When he was relieved, something sounded, and he hurriedly looked at Duanmuya, and said in surprise: "Master Gongyu?"

"Um."

Duanmu Yawang responded indifferently, and walked towards them, "Someone is injured?"

"Yes."

In fact, almost everyone is a little bit injured, big or small.

Duanmuya walked over, stretched out her hand, handed them a bottle of medicine, and said, "Each of you take one of these medicines. These red hairy saliva has toxins and can be infected."

"good."

Everyone was grateful. One of them quickly took the medicine, but it seemed that he didn't know how to open the medicine bottle. He was a little bit distressed: "Master, here, how to open this bottle?"

The bottle is white all over, and the material feels weird. There are some words like chicken intestines and some patterns on it.

Only then did Duanmu Yawang remember that the medicine bottle had not been opened yet.

These are Western medicine bottles, which belong to a class of anti-infective medicines. They probably don't know how to prescribe these medicines.

Duanmu Yawang stretched out her hand, took the medicine by herself, prescribed the medicine for them, and then handed it to them.

Others derive the medicine and find that the medicine flat is very different from the ordinary pill, and the whole body is white and looks extremely weird, but Duanmu Yawang saved them, and now gives them the medicine. They have nothing to doubt. Immediately swallowed the medicine dividedly.

When they were taking the medicine, Duanmu Yawang ignored them, scanned the surrounding area, and counted the number of people. There were about ten people in total.

However, not everyone is so lucky to be able to stand, talk, and eat the medicine well.

She walked several meters, and from the thick fog, she saw two or three withered corpses, which were obviously sucked up by the red hair.

The other two lay in a pool of blood, dying.

She walked over, crouched on the other person, stretched out her hand to pinch this person's pulse.

Breath status, but blood is indignant.

Apart from the injury, it should be an infection.

And that person, who should have some sense, slowly opened his eyes, saw Duanmu Yawang in a daze, and opened his mouth intermittently: "Help, help, help me..."

Duanmu Ya frowned, thought for a moment, turned her head and said to the others: "Take the medicine here."

The others had almost finished eating. After hearing Duanmu Yawang's words, naturally they would bring the medicine to her.

However, there was someone who snatched the medicine faster, "I'll take one first!"

It's Lord Mao!

When everyone saw him, they immediately remembered what had happened before, and they were angry in their hearts. They sneered at him and sneered: "Mao, you are not hurt, what medicine do you take?"

The implication is that you are too afraid of death!

No matter what they said, Mao Dahua immediately poured out a medicine and swallowed it.

After swallowing one, remembering something, he hurriedly poured several pills out of the medicine bottle and put them in the palm of his hand. Then he handed the medicine bottle back to others.

When the others saw it, their brows wrinkled: "This medicine is Gongyu Gongzi, and the Gongzi let everyone take one, but the adults are asking for so many medicines at once. Shouldn't you tell the Gongzi?"

Master Mao didn't speak, he took out a small sachet from his arms with shortness of breath, put a few pills in it, and then as if he was exhausted and finally relaxed, he found a tree and sat down. .

Seeing this, everyone was so angry that they didn't want to care about him. They walked over and handed the medicine back to Duanmu Yawang, saying: "My son, medicine."

"Um."

Duanmu Yawang nodded, but did not accept it directly. Instead, he took out a small knife they had never seen before from Qiankun's bag, held the progress of the injured with one hand, and gently scratched the injured neck with the small knife. One knife.

This action gave people a strong visual impact, and everyone saw their scalp numb.

The wounded person shrank with pain!

The whole thing even trembled!

"Endure!"

Duanmu Yawang pressed the man's shoulder hard to prevent him from trembling, and calmly said, "No matter how much it hurts for a while, you can't move casually, you know?"

There is no anesthesia in her Qiankun bag, and the anesthesia is in the medical system. So many people are here, it is inconvenient for her to reach out to the medical system for anesthesia.

Moreover, anesthesia will reduce a person's resistance. Once anesthesia is used, the toxins of Red Hair will invade the patient more easily.

Therefore, it is better to use.

Cold sweat came out of the injured person’s forehead, but he still heard Duanmu Yawang’s words, and replied weakly, resisting the pain, "Okay..."

As he responded, Duanmu Yawang observed the patient's gold leaf and added another knife to the wound, which suddenly became wider.

Some people couldn't bear to watch, but those who continued to watch found that Duanmu Yawang went down with the knife, and the blood flowing out of the wound from the wound was black.

The black, unusual blood flowed out.

Looking at the blood, Duanmu Ya took out a towel and wiped the blood clean.

When the bright red blood finally came out of the neck, she quickly took out a small surgery box from the Qiankun bag, which contained only two small surgery, scissors, and needles.

She took out the needle and thread, was about to sew, remembering something, and said: "Feed him quickly and take a medicine."

"okay."

The person holding the medicine poured out the medicine nervously and gave the injured one a medicine.

It was very painful for the injured to swallow the medicine, and he could not even swallow it at all. Duanmu Yawang pressed his mouth and ordered: "Don't vomit it out, even if it hurts, you will swallow it!"

The wounded's eyebrows furrowed, and finally swallowed the medicine forcefully.

Duanmu Ya looked at it, and said to the wounded: "The stitching of the wound is also very painful, you can bear it."

After that, he raised his eyes and said: "Come three people, help me hold his head, shoulders and legs."

"Let's come." The two least injured people volunteered.

After the two people pressed the injured person's shoulder and head, they began to administer the needle.