The process of treatment was carried out in an orderly manner, just like the countless battles with the god of death that Jun Wuxian had experienced in his previous life, at this time, Jun Wuxie's mind was only absolutely calm.

The poisonous blood was slowly discharged, Jun Wuxie's eyes were cold, and every once in a while, he would give Mo Qianyuan a blood-replenishing pill, and then a small cup of warm water to moisturize it a little, in the case that Mo Qianyuan's injury was so severe now, Jun Wuxian could not give him a large amount of supplements, otherwise with the condition of his body, he would not be able to bear the excess nutrients at all, but would accelerate the spread of toxins in the blood.

Poisonous blood flowed out of Mo Qianyuan's body little by little, and the bedding under him had been dyed dark red, faintly emitting a not very pleasant smell.

It wasn't until the discharged blood gradually turned bright red that Jun Wuxian began to feed Mo Qianyuan a large amount of blood-replenishing pills, but the water still couldn't be replenished too much, so he could only feed it step by step, little by little.

Now that Mo Qianyuan was lying motionless on the bed, the broken bones on his body would not be moved lightly, Jun Wuxian immediately began to deal with his four wounds that had been broken after stabilizing the failure of his internal organs, those wounds were deep and bone-deep, and the dark red flesh turned hideously outward, Jun Wuxian took out a silver needle, and ran through the translucent thread that was thinner than a hair, and stitched up the hands and tendons that were jumped open under the exposed wound.

It was the first time that Zuilian had seen someone who could suture the veins, his eyes widened, and he looked at it with relish, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that his master's medical skills were unfathomable.

Jun Wuxie's hand was very steady and fast, and the broken tendons and veins were quickly stitched up by her, and then she replaced it with a silver needle and continued to stitch up the wound.

A living person, under Jun Wuxie's hands, has become a rag doll, sewing and mending, but it is such a simple thing, but it is gradually saving Mo Qianyuan's decaying life.

First the organs, then the tendons, then the bones.

After the wounds on Mo Qianyuan's body were sutured up by Jun Wuxie, he was coated with a fast-healing ointment, and those hideous wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then Jun Wuxian unceremoniously splinted Mo Qianyuan's body in many places, so that the corrected bones could heal together intact.

For half a day, Jun Wuxian was competing with death, and it wasn't until sunset that she finally retreated from the bedside.

And now Mo Qianyuan, although his face is still a little pale, his breath has gradually become stronger, but he is covered with splints and bandages, looking very miserable.

"Call the guards outside the door in." Jun Wuxian sat down on the chair next to her with a white face, and as soon as she sat down, a fragrant tea was served in front of her eyes.

She raised her head slightly, her eyes met Jun Wuyao's eyes that seemed to be smiling, she was slightly stunned, she took the tea a little stiffly, lowered her head and took a sip, moistening her dry throat.

The time to treat Mo Qianyuan is not too long, in her previous life, she even stood in front of the operating table for three consecutive days and three nights without closing her eyes, and after several consecutive surgeries, she was later carried out of the operating room.

During the treatment, she did not feel tired at all, and as long as she stood in front of the target she had decided to treat, she would immediately become a terrifying medical machine.

She won't feel anything until it's over.

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I had a fight with someone today, and I've been tossing until now, and I promised you that I won't break my promise in five chapters, and I'm going to continue to write three chapters.