Chapter 3335

Mo Siyu stared back at the man frankly and calmly, which made him a little more surprised.

Aoki looked away, and his voice was a little hoarse: "How?"

Mo Siyu withdrew his fingertips, raised his hand towards Aoki, the man stared at her vigilantly, narrowed his eyes, and said in a tone of guard: "What are you going to do?"

Mo Siyu rolled his eyes: "There are so many people watching, what else can I do? Of course it's to touch the artery in your neck."

Her warm fingertips pressed against the man's neck, and she felt that the man's body temperature was too cold, as if she had touched a piece of ice.

Looking at all this, Chu Chuyan frowned slightly with his pretty eyebrows.

Brother Yu has never taken the patient's pulse for such a long time. Could it be that this person is not only injured, but also has other illnesses?

After waiting for almost a stick of incense, Mo Siyu finally withdrew his hand: "Young Master, can you show me the wound?"

"I don't know what symptoms Doctor Yu has diagnosed?" Seeing that Aoki was not cooperative, the housekeeper asked impatiently, fearing that the atmosphere would be too tense.

"This young master's body is abnormal, different from ordinary people. Although he has applied plaster, he still bleeds profusely. The most important thing now is to stop the bleeding from the wound first, so as not to bleed out and die." Mo Siyu originally thought He wanted to complain cheerfully, but he thought that he was in the High Priest's mansion at this time, so he didn't dare to make a mistake, so he could only speak at his discretion.

The butler heard that, after obtaining Aoki's consent, he carefully lifted the thin quilt covering the man's body, and saw that a large piece of the white underwear had been soaked with blood.

The butler unbuttoned the man's white jacket, and saw that the white cotton cloth wrapped around his abdomen had already been stained black and red by blood.

The cotton cloth was untied, and the deep wound that almost penetrated the body was seen.

The wound was filled with flesh and blood, and blood gushed out of it at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The strong smell of blood was accompanied by the faint smell of good ointment, and these ointments couldn't stop the gushing blood at all.

Mo Siyu stretched out his hand to the butler: "Bring a knife that cuts iron like mud."

The priest's mansion is a treasure house, a small knife is nothing, and it was immediately delivered to Mo Siyu.

After Mo Siyu inspected the man's other wounds, he put the knife on the fire and burned it for a while, then spilled high-strength wine on the wound.

The man was in so much pain that he almost convulsed, and something protruded from the wound, rolling up and down.

Mo Siyu pretended he didn't see it, and didn't give him anesthesia, and directly cut off the carrion around the wound with the red-hot blade...

The man gritted his teeth and remained motionless, fine sweat was already dripping from his strong chest.

When Mo Siyu put down the knife, the butler raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and asked, "Doctor Yu, is this already healed?"

"No." Mo Siyu said again: "Bring the sewing needle and thread."

She didn't ask for a medical kit, but asked the housekeeper for everything she needed: "And a red-hot soldering iron..."

housekeeper:"......"

Is Doctor Yu here to save people, or to torture people?

As a doctor, I have never used serious ointments and herbs, but this kind of bone scraper and red-hot iron have come in handy.

These are instruments of torture!

The housekeeper didn't dare to say, and the housekeeper didn't dare to ask.

It was the man lying on the bed who realized something was wrong: "What do you want to do?"

"Heal you." Mo Siyu's white fingertips were stained with red and black blood, and his face was calm and calm: "If this wound is not healed, you will not survive tonight, and you will bleed to death."