Qingya's old face was slightly red, and he said, "Of course, that ...... Didn't you see that I came with the medics? How could I not be a medal? In fact, I was soon a medal. ”

The young man said with difficulty: "Soon?"

Qingya said: "I mean your little injury is nothing, if you bear with it a little longer, I will be able to heal you soon." ”

The boy moaned quietly and stopped talking.

Qingya saw that the mana of the fire attribute was not good, and tried to inject the pure spiritual power without attribute into the wound, but there was still no obvious effect, but the young man no longer exhaled the pain, and the blood from the wound also stopped, it seems that the spiritual power still has some effect on the wound, but it is still different from the nature of the blood coagulation mana cast by Yuan Rong.

Qingya pondered: "The heaven and earth aura of the water attribute contains a trace of vitality, I can't help but add a trace of weak water trick mana to try again." ”

Qingya silently used the spiritual power of the weak water technique to perform the blood coagulation technique, and the fluctuating spiritual power around Qingya immediately floated a damp mist, which gathered in the white light at the bottom of Qingya's palm, and Qingya's palm brushed over the young man's wound.

Qingya was pleasantly surprised to find that the young man's wound had healed, but the scar condensed by Qingya was silver-white with a hint of red, while the scar condensed by Yuan Rong was blood-red, perhaps because the nature of the mana used by the two was still different, but Qingya didn't care about these differences, as long as the wound healed.

Qingya quickly bandaged the young man and said, "Little brother, are you still in pain?"

The young man said: "I'm much better, brother, you are really a good doctor." ”

Qing Yaxi said: "Little brother, what you said is very reasonable!"

Qingya quickly ran to the next injured person, and once again performed the blood coagulation technique that he had just explored, this time the performance went much smoother, and the wounds of the injured healed quickly, and after Qingya bandaged them, he rushed to the other injured again.

Because there were more than 200 people who participated in the assessment, there were many people who were assistants, and soon someone found out that Qingya was treating and dressing alone, so a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl quickly ran over to help bandage, and this little girl was also a disciple who came to participate in the assessment like Qingya.

The girl saw that the spiritual light in Qingya's palm brushed the wound of the wounded, and the wound healed, and she couldn't help but say with admiration: "Teacher Medical Cultivation, your medical skills are really amazing!"

Hearing the little girl's praise, Qingya smiled happily and said with a smile: "This is blood coagulation, which is to use mana to make the blood of the wound coagulate and the wound to be contaminated." Qingya copied Yuan Rong's words very unconsciously and unconsciously copied Yuan Rong's words.

The little girl showed a beautiful smile and said in a sweet voice: "Medical teacher, the blood coagulation technique is really powerful, can you teach me?"

Qingya smiled: "No problem, I'll teach you when I have time." ”

The little girl didn't expect Qingya to agree so quickly, and said happily: "Thank you, medical teacher!"

Qingya said: "Don't call me teacher, my name is Qingya." ”

The little girl said obediently: "Yes, Qingya Medical Cultivation." ”

This time, Qingya did not object, because today at this rescue scene where blood is everywhere, the title of medical repair makes Qingya very happy.

The speed of Qingya's treatment is getting faster and faster, but he also feels more and more difficult, because the blood coagulation technique is completely dependent on mana, and it is constantly exerting mana, and the sweat on Qingya's forehead is getting more and more, but he can't stop, because there are still many injured people who have not been treated, and several seriously injured have died.

All the doctors didn't dare to stop and rest, because if they were faster, they might be able to save one more villager's life. However, all the medical practices were exhausted, and the speed of treatment was much slower than before.

The light in Qingya's palm shrouded a villager's wound, and the sweat on his forehead kept dripping down.

A pink handkerchief stretched out to wipe away the sweat on Qingya's forehead, Qingya smelled a faint fragrance, and a smile appeared on Qingya's face that had become dignified due to the full exertion of mana, and said to the little girl beside him: "Thank you!"

This villager's injury was very serious, after performing the blood coagulation technique, Qingya gave him a pill of Yuan Ling Pill, although the Yuan Spirit Pill is not a wound medicine, but it is enough to give an ordinary person a solid foundation Pei Yuan, because this is an elixir that can increase cultivation when a cultivator is cultivating, for an ordinary villager, he may not be able to earn the value of this pill in his life.

Most of the spiritual power in Qingya's body has already been consumed, and when he took the Yuan Ling Pill to the injured, he thought that he could use the Yuan Ling Pill to supplement the spiritual power, Qing Ya didn't care at all about taking the Yuan Ling Pill to the seriously injured, but after knowing the value of the Yuan Ling Pill, he felt a little distressed when he took the next one, because there were no more hundred spirit stones!

After taking a pill of Yuan Ling Pill, the surging spiritual power slowly recovered in Qingya's body, Qingya got up and looked around, and saw that the thirty medical cultivators of the Medical Saint Academy were all covered in blood, and they were all unstable when they walked, obviously exhausted, but they were still desperately supporting.

A flash of light flashed, and a small box appeared in Qing Ya's hand, Qing Ya handed the small box to the little girl, and said, "There are thirty Yuan Ling Pills in the box, you take it and let each medical practitioner take one." ”

The little girl was very surprised, she knew the value of the Yuan Ling Pill, but she didn't expect Qingya to give away thirty Yuan Ling Dan as soon as she made a move, and thought to herself: Qingya Medical Cultivation is really magnanimous, it seems that being a good medical practitioner is really promising, in her curious heart, she has determined to be a medical practitioner as powerful as Qingya in the future. The little girl didn't ask much, picked up the box and ran to the other doctors.

Many medical cultivators took the Yuan Ling Pill handed by the little girl and took it directly, they thought that the dean had sent it for the medical cultivators to take, so they didn't ask much.

Yuan Rong was already tired and sweaty, and her sweat-soaked hair on her forehead was slightly messy, but her beautiful face looked even smoother because of her paleness, she really couldn't perform the Immovable Blood Coagulation Technique anymore, when she took the Yuan Ling Pill, she felt that her mana was slowly recovering, but she didn't remember that the dean had prepared the Yuan Ling Pill for them, so she asked the girl, "Who asked you to send the Yuan Ling Pill?"

The little girl said, "Qingya Medical Cultivation asked me to send it." ”

Yuan Rong was puzzled in her heart, there is no medical cultivation called Qingya in our Medical Academy, so she asked, "Who is Qingya Medical Cultivation?"

"He's over there," the little girl pointed in one direction toward the village, "and I'll help with bandaging the wound." Then the little girl ran straight to that side.

Yuan Rong looked in the direction pointed by the little girl, but there were houses and trees, Yuan Rong didn't see anything, but she didn't have time to pay attention to so much, she began to treat the injured urgently, leaving behind the matter of who was Qingya Medical Cultivation.

A whole day had passed, and the slanting sun had swept over the mountain tops and trees, sprinkling the dappled afterglow on the blood-stained mountain village, and the last wounded person in need of treatment had been bandaged.

Qingya looked around, and the bodies of all the deceased had been carried away and buried, leaving only patches of dried blood on the ground. Qingya and all the medical practitioners treated four or five hundred injured people, but everyone's expressions were very heavy, and there was no joy after saving people, because the treatment was not timely enough, and more than forty injured people died.

It was a bloody village where more than a thousand villagers had been killed by the attack of hungry wolves, and now Shaqu Village was silent, with only a few occasional survivor whimperes coming from the twilight.

Yuan Rong's crisp voice sounded from the depressed medical practice: "I think everyone has done a good job, there is only this thing we can do, and we have done our best, this is our medical practice's duty." Of the disciples who participated in today's assessment, there are still one hundred and eighty-three people left, and now I announce that all of these one hundred and eighty-three people have passed today's assessment!"

Among the disciples who participated in the assessment, there were a few low cheers, but Yuan Rong's next sentence made all the cheers disappear: "Everyone is too tired today, in order to let everyone have a good rest, so the fourth round of assessment will be held the day after tomorrow." ”