Chapter 1381

"I'll do it."

Pan Xiangan took the scissors for the first time and handed the torch in his hand to the people next to him: "I'll bother you."

The man took over and asked, "can you do it alone?"

Pan Xiangan waved proudly, "you should not have seen the scene of Gongyu's treatment. You can have a good look. I can be alone."

Other people saw Duan Ya looking for a bottle of syrup, and the patient's body was churned with bubbles. She was amazed. She really wanted to see how she had healed.

Therefore, pan Xiangan's words are just what they want.

After pan Xiangan took away the scissors, Duanmu yawang continued to pour another bottle of disinfectant onto the patient until all the places where the patient was injured were cleaned again.

After washing, there were two or three liters of disinfectant, and finally only half a bottle was left.

Look at the bubble almost. She took out a glass tray from the universe bag, cleaned the foam on the patient's body, and washed it again with disinfectant.

The second time, the foam on the patient is white.

"Eh?"

Some people are curious and asked, "Why are these bubbles black? Now these are white?"

"Because the venom of the beetle has been washed away." Duanmu yawang said faintly.

Several people stared: "those insects just now are poisonous?"

"There is a certain toxin." Duanmu yawang said faintly: "in addition to the toxin, the saliva they secrete is also poisonous bacteria. They also need to be cleaned, otherwise they will invade the human body."

Several people nodded vaguely, "young master, can this man be saved?"

"Yes."

Jing Jiexing and others looked at the patient who was black and blue. There was hardly a piece of good meat on his body except his neck and face. They were so stunned that they opened their mouth: "can this be saved?"

Duanmu yawang asked, "the mouths of those shell insects are not big, and the wounds on their bodies are not fatal. Why can't they be saved?"

Uh!

That means it's all minor injuries?

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

The patient has shed so much blood

Duanmu yawang ignored them. After the patient's skin was almost disinfected, she took out large cans of white plastic bottles from the heaven and earth bag.

"Scared!"

She looked like a juggler, and the others looked straight. "Gongyu, what are these?"

"Medicine."

"Medicine?"

Several people looked at the round, white bottle with some strange patterns painted on it, as well as the winding bottle with unknown words or something. They couldn't believe it: "Why are you carrying so many drugs?"

"In case of need."

Duanmu yawang said while checking the patient's whole body. He found that several small pieces of meat were eaten by beetles in the position of his legs and thighs.

In addition, there are several long, wide and deep scars.

Looking at the wound, she knew very well that it had to be sewn up.

She took out her sewing tools again, threaded a needle and thread, and began to sew the wound for the patient.

Seeing Duanmu yawang sewing the patient with a needle and thread, everyone felt that Duanmu yawang's behavior was creepy!

"Ha ha ha!"

Pan Xiangan was in a good mood. After he helped the patient cut his pants, he stared in this direction. Seeing everyone's reaction, he smiled very happily, looked like someone coming over and said: "I knew you would have such a reaction. In fact, we were all surprised by Gongyu's reaction before. However, the wounds I sewed healed quickly. There was a big crack like the wounds we saw in the past, even a big scab..."

He barraged a lot, and the others listened, surprised but still surprised.

Jing zhaixing's eyes flashed. Jing Lingxing felt it. He looked at his brother and saw what they understood from each other's eyes.

The patient didn't need to sew much. Duanmu yawang handled it quickly.

She put the needle and thread aside, cleaned her hands, and took it out of the heaven and earth bag. Finally, she took out a thick piece of paper.

She laid the paper flat on the ground, then picked up the white cans, lifted the lid, and poured out most of the pills.

She looked at the pills piled into a hill and twisted her eyes. Finally, she was still troublesome. She simply lifted her breath in the palm of her hand, and then put the palm of her hand above the pills.

A mass of aura smashed the pill directly.

"Well, good."

Duanmu yawang was very satisfied to see that the pills were smashed so easily. Finally, she applied these powders to the patient's erosive skin.

As soon as the snow-white powder was on the patient's body, the patients who had fainted were all groaning with pain.

Duanmu yawang continued to apply the medicine.

Pan Xiangan pointed to the patient next to him and asked her, "childe, is this medicine suitable for childe Wei?"

Duanmu Ya looked up, glanced at the young master Wei who did have many wounds on his legs, and nodded: "yes, you can take some to paint his wounds."

"OK."

Pan Xiangan quickly took the powder and helped Mr. Wei apply it.

Young master Wei looked grateful: "thank you, young master pan, and young master Yu."

Duanmu yawang was busy and didn't have time to talk to him. He just said well.

After applying the powder to the patient, there was no bleeding on the patient, and transparent tissue fluid began to emerge from the wound.

The patient's skin is almost completely eroded. When the wound flows out of tissue fluid, it is all these fluids. It's almost like being drenched in rain.

The person next to him felt uncomfortable and asked Duanmu yawang, "young master, do you need to wipe the water off his body for this young master?"

"These liquids are good things. Don't wipe them. Just follow them."

"Oh." although they were puzzled, they nodded obediently.

When the tissue fluid was almost out, Duanmu yawang gave the patient another medicine.

This time, she used up all the powder she crushed.

The patient seemed to be more comfortable, and his frown, which had been locked in his sleep, relaxed a lot.

Duanmuya glanced at the patient and began to pack and clean her things.

Pan Xiangan asked, "Gongyu, is the treatment over?"

"Yes."

Duanmu yawang puts everything back in the heaven and earth bag one by one.

Pan Xiangan thought of something and hurriedly took out a paper bag from his arms and handed it to Duanmu yawang: "young master, did you eat at night? I have a pheasant here, which was baked before we met those insects. If you haven't eaten yet, you can fill your stomach."

Duanmu yawang came here in a hurry before he had time to eat. Naturally, he hasn't eaten yet.