"Purple disciple, take out the things I want you to prepare, boil them with the herbs you brought, and then bring a plate of clean medicinal juice."

Walking to the side of the bed, Purple Hitomi ordered again.

The purple disciple promised to walk out of the room, and returned in a moment, holding a steaming pot of potion in his hand.

Zitong carefully washed her hands with medicinal juice, wiped them and stood beside the bed.

"You three, now completely under my command, don't bother me until I'm done with the operation."

Then, she reached over her right hand.

"Purple disciples, scissors!"

The purple disciple had already washed his hands, and then handed over the scissors that had been poisoned with medicinal juice.

Taking the scissors, Zi Tong directly cut out a round hole in the cotton towel covered by Meng Fusheng, revealing the part that needed surgery.

Putting the scissors aside, the purple pupil reached over her palm again.

"Needle!"

The purple disciple handed over the golden needle.

Piercing a dozen golden needles into Dream Fusheng's back one by one, the purple pupil stretched out his right hand again.

"Knives!"

The purple lazuli scalpel was placed in the palm of her hand, and the purple eyes flashed in Zihua, looking intently at Meng Fusheng's back, and Meng Fusheng's skin and flesh became transparent little by little.

Seeing the injured bone, the purple pupil clenched the handle of the knife.

"Weiyang, blessing technique!"

Weiyang waved his hand, and a white light appeared, enveloping Mengfusheng's body.

Last time, Zi Tong had already felt the power of Weiyang's blessing technique, and this strength was enough to support Dream Fusheng's body, and it would not be in a bad condition in a short period of time.

Seeing the position, the purple pupil fell down the knife neatly, because there was a golden needle to seal the acupoint, coupled with Weiyang's blessing technique, there was no heavy bleeding.

Cutting the flesh and skin little by little, the purple pupil carefully and carefully parted the flesh and bones, straightening the spine of the dream floating life.

On the side, the attention of the three men was all focused on her two hands, and in a piece of flesh, her white fingers were like holy lotus flowers.

Every action, the first time the knife was made, the purple pupil was extremely cautious.

There are complex nerve bundles in the human vertebrae, and if she is not careful, she will be paralyzed for life, and after making sure that everything has been corrected to perfection, she spoke again.

"Beichen!"

Raising his right hand, Beichen swiped lightly with the fingers of his left hand, and he had already slashed his palm.

Blood, dripping from his palm, fell on the spine of the dream.

Where the blood fell, the spine and the surrounding flesh grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and everything was rapidly recovering, relying on his see-through eyes, the purple pupils could clearly see that in the spine of the dream, the nerve bundles that had been compressed and lost their vitality were also expanding little by little, rejuvenating.

She didn't dare to slack off, and was busy closing the separated flesh layer by layer, and as Beichen's blood dripped down, those flesh and skin magically healed and recovered.

……

Until, the outermost layer of flesh and skin is fully restored.

Zi Tong breathed a sigh of relief, neatly put away the golden needle on Meng Fusheng's back, and didn't care about wiping off the fine sweat on her forehead, she immediately grabbed Beichen's palm that was still dripping blood, and grabbed a cotton towel to press his wound.

"Purple disciple, give me the hemostatic medicine!"

"You don't have to worry, that guy's wound will heal by itself, where can you bandage it!" Weiyang put away his right hand raised in the air, so he acted weakly, "Ah, my head is so dizzy, good pupils, come and help me!" ”

Zitong didn't pay attention to Weiyang, and there was still the spirit tossing, this guy was obviously very energetic, how could he be dizzy.

It's just that Weiyang's words reminded Zitong, she raised her hand to remove the cotton towel that was pressing Beichen's wound, and sure enough, she saw that his wound was already rapidly recovering on its own, and the speed was far faster than that of Meng Fusheng.