It takes nineteen hours to bandage. Only in this way can you live healthy and without any sequelae. "
"If you bandage it in time, the venom will remain and you will die faster."
"Don't worry, others can't repair your wounds, I can repair them for you."
After Dao Moqin finished speaking, he blew his breath and Ji Beili fluttered to the ground.
With tears in his eyes, Ji Beili knelt down and kowtowed, "Thank you so much, hero, for saving my life. Damn it, I misunderstood you. I will never forget your life-saving grace, hero. Please bandage my wounds."
"I'm really afraid that my heart, liver, and lungs will leak out accidentally."
Ji Beili stared at Dao Moqin with his eyes for survival, then lowered his head and looked at his own flesh and skin. From the wound, he could see the scattered movements in his stomach.
Sudden.
When Ji Beili was frightened, he opened his mouth and cried loudly.
Stop crying, it's so annoying. I'm going to bandage your wound right now.
I was in a good mood in the wild, smelling the fragrance of flowers, listening to the sounds of nature, and tasting fine wine and dishes, but I was so disturbed by your howling ghosts and wolves.
Dao Moqin said as his cuffs shook and a stream of purple smoke passed through Ji Beili's body, causing him to faint.
Hi hi.
Dao Moqin drank alcohol today and failed to control the amount of anesthetic. Half of the anesthetic expired in five seconds. The surgery originally required general anesthesia, but ended up in a semi-anesthetic state!
When Ji Beili woke up, he could only have consciousness and intuition, but could not move his body.
He saw Dao Moqin take out his baggage and stare at him with squinted eyes, watching his every move.
Dao Moqin picked up the small bag that he carried with him and took out a knife, scissors, hammer, iron chain, and a rusty needle.
Dao Moqin stared at the rusty needle and smiled evilly, "I'm so stupid. I haven't had an operation in more than ten years. I wonder if I can still sew clothes now!"
Holy shit.
Ji Beili panicked and wanted to move his body but was unable to move. He was extremely frightened. "Hero, tell me, do you know how to perform surgery to suture wounds?"
"Or are you actually a tailor?"
Um.
That's right.
I am a tailor.
Surgery, suturing wounds and mending clothes are all the same. You only need to thread needles and sutures.
Dao Moqin said, holding up a rusty sewing needle to suture Ji Beili's wound.
Stop, hurry, hurry, stop, Ji Beili was so frightened that he wet his pants and cursed.
His body was anesthetized and unable to move, so he could only pray to Dao Moqin not to attack.
Why? How can you live without surgery? Dao Moqin was very concerned about the tone. He held up a rusty sewing needle and went straight to Ji Beili's belly.
ah.
Don't come over, please. Ji Beili was so frightened that he cried, peed his pants, and begged him not to use rusty needles to suture the wound.
Before he finished speaking, he was slapped twice so loudly that stars appeared in front of his eyes. Dao Moqin cursed and said, "You stinking shameless thing, I will save you. You still don't know what is good. If you make a move, I will kill you!"
Holy shit.
The two slaps worked.
Ji Beili was in a daze and sighed feebly, wiped the blood from his nose and mouth, and grabbed Dao Moqin's big rough hand, "Brother, uncle, please give me a good time, you beat me to death."
"Kill me quickly."
"I beg to die."
Holy shit.
Looking at you looking very vulgar, I didn't expect you to have some backbone.
Come on come on.
I won't mend your belly wound first. You sit up first and let's have a good chat. Dao Moqin licked the big needle, grabbed Ji Beili's neck and came to the dining table. He stretched himself, picked up the wine gourd and made a sound. ,drink.
He had a problem with drinking. It was like drinking cold water. He stared at Ji Beili with a dumbfounded expression.
Make a shaky sound.
Sitting on the wooden pier, Ji Beili felt anxious and wanted to run but didn't dare.
The boy was quite smart, so he picked up the wine gourd and poured him wine, "Brother, hero, uncle, drink, drink."
"I'm running when you're drunk!"
Hi hi!
Ji Beili was so excited that he couldn't hold it back and spoke out what was in his heart.
Hey.
Boy, I still want to run.
Run.
I can tell you.
If you run away, you will definitely die. There are many wolves, tigers and leopards on this small island, as well as bandits, robbers, and people from various sects passing by.
It is estimated that when they see the fleshy skin on your chest, they will regard it as a monster and admire it first, then kill it.
When the time comes, if you die, don't blame me.
Holy shit.
After Dao Moqin's words, Ji Beili gave up the idea of escape and begged Dao Moqin to stitch his wounds. Although this was also dangerous, it was better than being killed by others on the island.
Dao Moqin was drinking and chewing pickled cabbage vermicelli, clicking her lips, reaching out to pick a handful of wild grass at the bottom of the wooden table and rubbing it in the palm of her hand.
The grass turns into water, the water turns into smoke, and a fragrance floats. Ji Beili is full of energy when he smells the smell of green grass and smoke.
Dao Moqin opened the small bag and took out the knife, scissors, axe, fork, and the rusty sewing needle.
He said with a proud look, "Come on, don't waste time, quickly mend your wound, I have to visit a friend!"
Ji Beili looked at the drunken, plain-looking old man in blue robe, and he didn't believe 100% that he would perform the operation. Alas, he had no choice but to do this.
Ji Beili's wound didn't hurt. He shook his little head and said with a smile, "Brother, uncle, hero, if I get infected by your rusty needle and die later, please burn the paper for me. Thank you very much."
snort.
There were so many words. Before Dao Moqin finished speaking, Ji Beili felt a slight pain. He lowered his head and saw that the sewing needle had finished sewing up the more than 20 centimeters long hole in his belly.
Holy shit.
He was astonished.
At this time, the rusty sewing needle shone brightly. It turned out that the surface of the needle was not rusty, but a unique medicinal material. People are bound to be injured, and Dao Moqin was no exception.
The top-grade knife wound medicine he specially prepared for himself was rarely used by others. To put it bluntly, he rarely treated others. Ji Beili was lucky to meet the changeable Dao Moqin today, otherwise he would have died long ago!
Miraculously, Ji Beili's chest wound healed instantly, and Ji Beili's skill greatly increased.
A strong warm current hit his internal organs, Ji Beili roared crazily, and the speed of missile launches hit the sky.
He circled around the thatched house at a speed of three thousand kilometers per hour.
"Ah ah ah, it's such a strong wind. Put me down quickly. Ji Beili can't control his hands, feet and body at all."
Ho ho ha ha ha.
Um!
The medicinal materials of this deity are indeed well-deserved, and the effects are just right.
Dao Moqin's laughter was deafening. Ji Beili somersaulted back and forth and stood in front of Dao Moqin.
Ji Beili was dumbfounded and concentrated on looking at the smelly old man in front of him again. No matter how he looked at Dao Moqin, he didn't look like a martial arts master.
Hi hi.
The fact is that an inconspicuous old man dressed in rags is a top expert.
Ji Beili also knows martial arts and knows the level of martial arts.
He thought to himself, the old man wearing a tattered blue robe in front of him was definitely superior in magic to Feng Ziyue. Master, Feng Ziyue's whereabouts could not be found anyway.
