Pushing open the door of a wooden house with air leakage from all sides, the inside of the house was much quieter than the outside. All of them were seriously injured and unconscious.
The wound that had just been powdered but not bandaged was extremely scary when exposed. The few sounds were the slight snorts of the unconscious injured person.
The young man glanced around the room and was not frightened by the injuries at all. Apparently this scene had become commonplace.
Within a moment, the young man found Wang Fu'an's location, let go of Yiran's clothes and ran over.
The girl who appeared by the river at the same time as the boy also squatted beside the bed and looked at Wang Fu'an, who was still trembling slightly in a coma.
The boy squatted next to the girl and said nothing, just looking at the unconscious man in silence.
The man cried before when he was insulted by the people in the town, but when he saw that he was seriously injured and didn't even know if he could wake up and continue fighting, the young man did not cry.
He just clenched his hands, gritted his teeth, and never looked away.
Yiran walked to the boy's side and looked at Wang Fu'an lying on the bed, frowning slightly.
Huge holes were torn across the entire back, and even though it was sprinkled with medicinal powder, it still couldn't stop the blood from oozing out again after soaking the powder.
This kind of injury can be said to be a real skin injury. In the previous life, as long as it was a decent hospital, it would definitely be cured.
Or using third-level or above external recovery powder can forcibly suppress the worsening of the injury.
It's a pity that there is nothing here, no skills to treat trauma, and no powerful medicinal powder. There are only two children with wide eyes looking forward to a miracle that will allow this man to wake up.
Yiran walked up to the boy, stretched out his hands and touched their heads, messing up their hair.
The two people in grief were about to stretch out their hands to push away the young man's paws, but found that their hands did not obey their orders.
When they saw this young man walking up to Wang Fu'an and reaching out to remove the powder on his back, the two children were shocked and wanted to scream, but found that they couldn't even open their mouths. .
In the horrified eyes of the two people, a large amount of blood seeped out from Wang Fuan's back because it was not suppressed by the medicinal powder. It instantly dyed the entire bed red and dripped at the feet of the two children.
The two children were angry and desperate, their eyes turning red.
I can't imagine why the two people who carried him back at the same time, this guy who passed out without being injured, killed Uncle Wang Fu'an after he woke up!
Just when the two were about to collapse, a voice appeared directly in their minds.
"Watch my movements carefully and learn from them. From now on, use your own hands to kill monsters and save people, instead of crying helplessly and waiting helplessly for miracles to come."
Yiran took out the scraps of Tianhuang Qinan from the space ring, held the end with his left hand, and condensed the sword steel between his right fingers.
He kept waving his right hand, whittling Tianhuang Qinan into wooden thorns that were invisible to the naked eye. The speed made the two children's eyes blurry.
Then another voice came into the ears of the two children.
"Connect the silk to the wooden thorns, either first-level soil silk or second-level wood silk will work."
As soon as the two children heard these words, the wooden thorn in Yiran's hand had already stabbed Wang Fuan's back.
The two children who just wanted to watch how this young man saved people suddenly became blinded.
I saw that this young man actually sewed up the wooden thorns directly on Wang Fuan's flesh wounds, and directly sewed up the huge crack on Wang Fuan's back.
What's the difference between this and the mother at home sewing up their torn clothes?
They were anxious to death, but their bodies could not move at all, and no sound appeared in their heads.
Within a few breaths, the young man's movements had stopped.
In the eyes of the two of them, Wang Fu'an's back had been sewn together tightly with silk, and the entangled silk thread was even more unsightly than the clothes mended by his mother at home.
Although they were filled with resentment, they also keenly discovered that the blood seeping out of the wound was much less than when it was just covered with medicinal powder.
At this time, another voice finally came into the minds of the two children.
"Next, all you need to do is sprinkle the external healing powder on the wound. This kind of injury is not like missing an arm or a leg. It will be back to normal in less than half a month."
Yiran took out a portion from the space ring. It was an extremely common third-level medicine called Blood Spirit Powder that was refined at an unknown time.
As the fingers shook, white powder slowly flowed out from the mouth of the bottle and sprinkled on the stitched opening.
When Yi Ran finished all this, Wang Fu'an's body, which had been humming coldly and trembling before, suddenly became quiet and even snored softly.
At this moment, there was a rush of hurried and chaotic footsteps outside the wooden house.
Yiran directly used the Seven Star Step and disappeared in front of the two children in an instant.
While a group of people rushed through the wooden door and carried the injured in, they passed by them, walked out of the wooden house and came to the Meihua River, heading north along the Meihua River.
Suddenly feeling that he had no strength to restrain his two children, he immediately stood up and came to the bed to carefully check Wang Fuan's condition.
When I found that his pulse was beating strong and powerful, I finally felt relieved, and at the same time, the doctor's voice came to my ears again.
"What are you two doing? Even if you are allowed to come in to inspect the injured, you still go to touch him. Don't you know that the slightest movement may cause him to die completely?"
The old man who spoke out picked up his wide cuffs and walked towards the two children with righteous words.
His face was full of arrogance and conceit, and when he saw the medicinal powder he had refined by himself being uncovered and thrown to the ground, he immediately became furious.
"Ignorant children, get out of here quickly. Who asked you to take off the powder? You are killing people, you know!"
"Don't let me see you in this courtyard again!"
The old man's beard and hair are all gray, the robe he is wearing is in a mess, and the two leaves on his chest are not surprising at all.
But the green spirit grass with two leaves on the other side gave him an extremely terrifying status in the town.
He is the old man with the best alchemy skills in the town, and he also knows medical skills. He is a senior who the whole town must treat as a guest of honor.
It's really because we encounter two waves of monsters every year, and if we get injured, we have to rely on the medicine refined by the old man.
Those in the town who want to obtain potions that improve their cultivation also need to trouble the old man.
Therefore, although the old man was unambiguous when it was time to contribute, he had developed a bossy temper over a long period of time.
In this town, there are still people who dare to waste the potion he refined, which the old man cannot accept.
When the two children heard the old man's scolding, they didn't dare to say anything, let alone cry. They lowered their heads and kept rubbing their clenched fists with their thumbs.
After taking one last look at Wang Fu'an, he moved towards the outside of the wooden house.
When the old man walked to Wang Fu'an's bed, he lowered his head to pick up the first-order medicinal powder and blood refining powder that he had worked hard to refine.
He knew in his heart that the medicinal powder he had made in a hurry was not even first-level, but he smelled an extraordinary medicinal fragrance.
Ignoring picking up the medicine powder that I had made, I used my mental power to detect it, and instantly discovered something strange about Wang Fu'an. His wounds were sutured up with second-order wood silk.
But the old man didn't care about such "evil behavior". He put his nose close to the wound and smelled it. When he scanned the wound with his mental energy, he found that the wound had begun to scab.
He couldn't help but shout out in shock, "Third-level Blood Spirit Powder"!
Then, regardless of his own fatigue and anger, he held his sleeves and dragged his heavy steps to the two children, blocking their way.
"You two tell me honestly what happened to Wang Fu'an."
"Also, who sewed his back together like clothes? It's so inhumane!"
"Honestly, if you still have the potion you applied to them, hand it over as soon as possible."
Seeing the old man's angry and hasty look, the two children were even more anxious and overwhelmed. Tears rolled in their eyes, but they refused to shed them for a long time.
At this moment, the door of the wooden house was pushed open again. The visitor was also an older man, looking at the two children with a smile in his eyes.
But when he raised his head to look at the old man, he suddenly became cold: "Li Huai, you bad old man, you think this is your home, aren't you just a second-level alchemist? Look at what you can do, you are close to reaching heaven. "
"Just wait, I will be able to refine the second-level potion in a few days. Then we will see how you dominate."
Li Huai showed no sign of weakness and cursed angrily:
"Song Zao, get out of your way. Don't think that you can suppress me just because you are a great magician. Let's see how many people are willing to help me when I call."
Song Zhi frowned. He and Li Huai had been very familiar with each other for a long time. Although they didn't deal with each other, they had never been as tit-for-tat as they were today. He immediately knew that Li Huai had definitely discovered something important.
He looked down at the two children and whispered kindly: "Zhang Tianliu, Zhang Tianmei, what's going on? How did you provoke this old immortal?"
My younger brother Zhang Tianliu’s voice was whimpering, and he said intermittently:
"Grandpa Song Zhi, my sister and I rescued Uncle Wang Fu'an and a young man who was in a coma by the river today but was not from our town."
"I heard from people in the town that the man was spit out from the belly of a fish, and he was still in front of us just now, but disappeared the moment Senior Li Huai entered the house."
Before Zhang Tianliu finished speaking, Li Huai's roar came, which frightened Zhang Tianliu to the point where he couldn't help crying.
"You kid, you're talking nonsense. You actually said that the person disappeared the moment I entered the house. Why didn't I see him? Could he still disappear under the detection of my mental power?"
Zhang Tianmei ignored Li Huai's roar. Instead of comforting his crying brother, he slapped him on the head hard and said coldly:
"That brother just said not to cry, but to rely on your own hands to kill monsters and save people, but you forgot now!"
Then the girl ignored her crying brother, looked at Song Zhi and said:
"Grandpa Song, that elder brother said that by connecting wooden thorns to silk to sew up the wound, and then applying medicine, Uncle Wang Fu'an can recover as before within half a month."
Song Zao's eyes were also focused, and he grasped the key point: "Sut up the wound, apply medicine, and it will take half a month to recover!"
Li Huai completely ignored the tit-for-tat confrontation with him and rushed to Wang Fuan's bed. He mentally searched for Wang Fuan's wounds, but suddenly found the missing sawdust under the bed.
The old man, who had reached the level of a great magician, held up the wood chips with his body trembling, and what he said made everyone who came after hearing the news fell into a daze.
"Third-level Blood Spirit Powder, fifth-level Tianhuang Qinan. Zhang Tianmei, what kind of person did you rescue?"
Everyone in the wooden house fell into a daze, including the two children who had witnessed everything with their own eyes. Little did they know that the instigator had already followed the wave of monsters northward along the Meihua River.
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