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After the required items were complete, Xuan Yuehua retreated, and Mo Ran picked up the scissors and cut open Lin Shixin's clothes, revealing a bloody wound, and Xuan Yuehua's pupils contracted slightly.

Seeing such a serious wound, a trace of surprise crossed Mo Ran's eyes, picked up the hand towel on the copper basin, wet it and wrung it half-dry, and wiped off the blood stains on the side of Lin Shixin's wound little by little, until the water in the basin was like a pool of blood, and the blood stains on the side of the little woman's wound were cleaned up, revealing a striking sword edge.

Mo Ran took out a long flat box from his sleeve, Xuan Yuehua saw that he opened it and took out a silver needle and a wooden stick from it, the wooden stick was rolled in front of the fine silk, he held the silver needle in his left hand, and the wooden stick in his right hand, turned to the man and said, "Open the wine jug." ”

When Xuan Yuehua heard this, she immediately opened the wine jug and handed it to Mo Ran, who took a wooden stick and dipped the wine in it, and then gently probed the hand with the silver needle into the wound, slightly pushed it to the side, and put the silk stained with wine on the skin and flesh.

The spicy wine immediately dispersed, burning the woman's skin little by little, Lin Shixin, who was in a coma, was stimulated to wake up, his body lying on the bed trembled slightly, his bloodless cheeks looked even more pale and oozing, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead, the woman bit her lip in pain, her brows were tightly twisted together, and her hands began to curl up.

A glimmer of light flashed in Mo Ran's eyes, speeding up the speed of applying wine, Lin Shixin bit his wrist fiercely, but his back was still burning badly, and even his wrist was about to be bitten and bleeding.

Xuan Yuehua's eyes were deeply condensed, the little woman finally couldn't hold on, fainted, and the beads of sweat on her forehead wet a few strands of green silk and stuck straight on her forehead.

After the last place was painted, the ink dye collected the silver needle and wooden stick, put the box in his sleeve, and took out a white jade-like porcelain bottle and handed it to Xuan Yuehua, "Three times a day, it only takes three days, and it can be applied to the surface of the wound." ”

Generally speaking, it takes at least half a month for the injury to heal like this, but ink staining is not an ordinary doctor.

"Thank you Mo Yixian!" Xuan Yuehua saluted slightly, and Mo Ran smiled softly, "There is no need for such a lot of courtesy, and it is not a free treatment below." ”

"Medical Immortal, please come with this king." The man let out a deep voice, the corners of his ink-dyed mouth were slightly hooked, he got up and stroked his sleeves, and strode behind Xuan Yuehua.

In the study, the man's distinct palm pressed the mechanism hidden behind the blue and white porcelain vase, and the bookshelf made a roaring sound, slowly moving away, and there was a passage inside, only a faint candlelight, which made it difficult to see.

The man's eyesight was quite good, and he walked freely in the passage with only the faint light of the candle flickering in the air.

Mo Dye followed him closely, you must know that the passages are full of mechanisms, and one wrong step may kill him, although it is not the first time he has come here, but he is still cautious and cautious.

Not long after walking, a stone door appeared, Xuan Yuehua turned a few times according to the disc on the side wall, her eyebrows frowned slightly, the stone door slowly rose, and what caught her eye was a row of sandalwood boxes.

It's better to say it's a row, but it's six.

The man picked up a sandalwood box carved with carved flowers and opened it, and there was a seven-leaf Ganoderma lucidum inside, which is known as fairy grass, which is very precious, and its medicinal effect is much stronger than that of ordinary Ganoderma lucidum.

"Is this thing ink doctor immortal satisfied?" The man looked at the ink dye and said faintly.

Mo Ran's eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, "Then thank you to the Ninth Prince." "Seven leaf reishi is so precious, he is naturally satisfied. This is the condition for him to see a doctor, he never collects money, only rare herbs, so almost all the people who come to him to see a doctor are from big families, so he is called a ghost doctor by the world - not only his style, but also his medical skills.