"Let me do it."

Pan Xiangan took the scissors immediately and passed the torch in his hand to the person next to him: "This will bother you."

The man took it hurriedly, and asked hurriedly: "Can you be alone?"

Pan Xiangan waved his hand proudly, "You probably haven't seen the scene where Lord Gongyu is treating someone, you can take a good look, I can do it alone."

When other people saw Duanmu Ya looking at a bottle of potion, foam bursts from the patient's body. They were extremely surprised, and they really wanted to see how she was healed.

Therefore, Pan Xiangan's remarks are exactly what they want.

After Pan Xiangan took away the scissors, Duanmu Yawang continued to pour another bottle of disinfectant on the patient until all the injured areas of the patient were cleaned before she stopped.

After this wash, two or three liters of disinfectant water, only half a bottle is left in the end.

Seeing that the foam was almost there, she took out a glass plate from the Qiankun bag, wiped the foam off the patient, and washed it again with disinfectant water.

On the second pass, the foam on the patient's body was white.

"what?"

Someone was curious and asked, "Master Gongyu, why are these bubbles black just now, but now they are white?"

"Because the venom of the beetle has been washed away." Duanmu Ya said lightly.

Several people stared: "Those bugs just now are poisonous?"

"There are certain toxins." Duanmu Yawang said lightly: "In addition to the toxins, the saliva secreted by them also contains toxins and needs to be cleaned, otherwise it will invade the human body."

A few people nodded seemingly, "The son, can this person be saved?"

"Have."

Jing Qixing and the others looked at this bruised body. Except for the neck and face, there was almost no patient with good flesh. They were so shocked that they opened their mouths and said, "Can this be saved?"

Duanmu Yawang asked back: "Those shell insects' mouths are not big, and the wounds on their bodies are not fatal. Why can't they be rescued?"

Uh!

In other words, are these all minor injuries?

Several people were so surprised that they didn't know what to say.

This patient clearly shed so much blood...

Duanmu Yawang didn't care about them. After the patient's skin was almost disinfected, she took out a large can of white plastic bottles from the Qiankun bag.

"scare!"

The appearance of her thing is like a juggling. Others looked straight and said, "Master Gongyu, what are these?"

"medicine."

"medicine?"

Several people looked at the bulging, white bottle with some strange patterns painted on it, as well as the crooked bottle with words or something, unbelievable: "Why do you carry so many medicines on your body?"

"in case the emergency."

As Duanmu Yawang said, he checked the patient's entire body and found that a few small pieces of meat were eaten by the beetle at the position of his calf and thigh.

In addition, there are also a few very long, wide-mouthed and deep scars.

Looking at the wound, she knew very well that it must be stitched up.

She took out the suture tool again, threaded the needle and thread, and began to suture the wound for the patient.

Everyone saw Duanmu Yawang suture the patient with a needle and thread, and each mouth was open enough to swallow an egg. They felt that Duanmu Yawang's behavior was simply creepy!

"Hahaha!"

Pan Xiangan was in a good mood. After he helped the patient cut the trouser rolls, he stared in this direction. Seeing everyone's reaction, he smiled very openly, and said with the appearance of people who came by: "I know you will have this. The reaction, in fact, we were all surprised by Gongyu’s reaction before. However, the wounds I stitched up healed very quickly, and there was no such thing as the wounds we saw in the past. There was a big opening. The places where the scabs are connected are very big..."

He blew a lot, and the others listened, except for surprise or surprise.

Jing Jixing's eyes flashed, Jing Lingxing felt in his heart, and looked at each other with his elder brother, and they all understood what was in each other's eyes.

There are not many places to be sutured on this patient, and Duanmu Yawang took care of it soon.

She put her needle and thread aside, washed her hands, and drew it from the Qiankun bag. After a while, she finally took out a thick piece of paper.

She put the paper on the ground and lay it flat, then lifted the lid of the white jars, and poured out half of the can of pills.

She looked at the pills piled up like a hill, and twisted her eyes. Finally, she still found it troublesome, so she simply lifted her palms and put her palms on top of the pills.

A mass of spiritual energy smashed the pill directly.

"Ah, very good."

Duanmu Yawang saw the pill crushed so easily, she was very satisfied, and finally applied the powder to the patient's erosional skin.

As soon as the white powder hit the patient's body, the patient who had fainted all snorted in pain.

Duanmu Yawang continued to take medicine.

Here, Pan Xiangan pointed to the patient next to him and asked her, "Master, is this Medicine Master suitable for use?"

Duanmuya looked up and glanced at Young Master Wei, who did have many wounds on his legs, and nodded: "Yes, you can apply some of the wounds that you gave him in the past."

"good."

Pan Xiangan quickly took the powder to help Young Master Wei apply it.

Mr. Wei was grateful: "Thank you, Mr. Pan, and Mr. Yu."

Duanmu Yawang was busy, so she didn't have time to talk to him, she just gave a hum.

After putting the powder on the patient, the patient no longer bleeds at all, and transparent tissue fluid began to emerge from the wound.

The patient’s skin was almost completely eroded, and when the tissue fluid leaked from the wound, it was all in the fluid, which was almost like rain.

The person next to him looked uncomfortable, and asked Duanmu Yawang: "Master, do you need to wipe off the water on your body for this master?"

"These liquids are good things, you don't need to wipe them, just go with them like this."

"Oh." Although everyone was puzzled, they nodded obediently.

After the tissue fluid came out almost, Duanmu Yawang gave the patient another medicine.

This time when the medicine was applied, all the powder she had crushed was used up.

The patient seemed to feel more comfortable, and the frown that had been frowned in his sleep loosened a lot.

Duanmu Ya looked at the patient, and then began to bow her head to pack and clean her own things.

Pan Xiangan asked, "Master Gongyu, is the treatment finished?"

"Um."

Duanmu Yawang put everything back into Qiankun's bag one by one.

Pan Xiangan remembered something, and hurriedly took out a paper bag from his arms and handed it to Duanmu Yawang: "My son, did you eat something tonight? I have a pheasant here, which we roasted before we met those bugs. If the son hasn't eaten yet, he can Fill your stomach."

Duanmu Yawang rushed over here before he had time to eat, and naturally he hadn't eaten.