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Ancient people have not taken antibiotics and other drugs, so the body did not develop resistance, the effect of anti-inflammatory drugs is very obvious, the infusion bottle of the potion is less than half a bottle of the teenager's situation has improved, obviously the anti-inflammatory drugs he took just now have worked.

At first, the boy's face was pale, but now there was a trace of blood, and his breathing was much easier.

After a while, the young man's eyelids moved, his lips opened and turned as if he wanted to say something, the blacksmith couldn't hear clearly, he was in a hurry, Wang Xiang smiled and asked people to bring a bowl of water to feed the young man to drink.

After drinking the water, the boy actually opened his eyes, although he still looked very weak, but he didn't know how much better than the original half-dead appearance, and everyone on the spot was amazed.

The priest of the Xizhou Royal Mansion stepped forward curiously to take a look at the wound on the young man's leg, the wound did not deteriorate, the festering part before had converged a lot, and the eyes that looked at Wang Xiang were suddenly different.

With such the ability to bring the dead back to life, it is no wonder that he was made a marquis at a young age.

The boy had drunk the water and had come to his senses, and was startled when he saw something strange connecting the back of his hand to the glass bottle on the blacksmith's shoulder.

"Don't move!" Wang Xiang and the blacksmith shouted at the same time.

The boy's hand that wanted to pull the infusion tube stopped, and he looked at the blacksmith with a puzzled expression.

"This is a life-saving immortal liquid, you can't just move around." The blacksmith hurriedly comforted his son.

The young man didn't dare to move anymore when he heard this, and lay down obediently, but his eyes kept looking at the infusion tube curiously. He felt a chill on the back of his hand. Something seemed to be flowing into his body through that strange tube.

Could this be the fairy liquid that my father said?

He remembered that he followed his father to the Vulcan Cave in the mountains to forge weapons, and accidentally burned his left leg by magma. The wound has not healed, his father took him to see many priests, and everyone said that there was nothing they could do, and he did not know how long he had been in a coma, but when he woke up, he felt that the injury on his leg did not seem so bad.

When all the potions in the infusion bottle were infusion, the young man also seemed to be much more energetic, he was as rough and thick as the blacksmith, and when Wang Xiang pulled out the needle for him, he only felt that the back of his hand seemed to be bitten by a mosquito.

"I, I'm hungry." The boy blushed and whispered to the blacksmith.

He couldn't eat at all for a few days in a coma. Now I wake up and feel very hungry.

When the blacksmith heard that his son was hungry and hurriedly prepared food for him, Wang Xiang reminded: "He has just woken up, and it is not appropriate to eat too much, it is better to get some light soup to moisten his stomach first, and then eat more when his body recovers." ”

Wang Xiang is now a fairy-like figure in the eyes of the blacksmith, and he naturally obeys his words.

As soon as the inflammation is removed, as long as the wound is no longer infected, the boy's injury will not be a big problem, Wang Xiang handed over the remaining hydrogen peroxide and saline to the blacksmith and asked him to help the boy clean the wound every day.

The hydrogen peroxide and normal saline are glass bottles, and the blacksmith hesitates to accept such a valuable thing, but when he thinks that his son's injury still needs to use the fairy liquid in the glass bottle, his heart is suddenly very entangled.

Wang Xiang guessed the reason for his entanglement, smiled and said, "After using up the potion inside, you can just send the bottle to the Xizhou Palace." "Actually, it doesn't matter if the bottle is delivered to him or not, he doesn't care about the two glass bottles containing the potion. Besides, he will return to Chang'an in a few days.

The onlookers sighed that such a precious glass bottle was placed in others casually, and they asked themselves if they could do it. However, in their opinion, although the glass bottle is precious, the immortal liquid contained in it is even more precious.

The blacksmith looked at Wang Xiang, who had a sincere face, and pulled the young man to kneel on the ground and gave Wang Xiang the biggest salute in the country, which was a big gift that they would only perform when they worshiped the gods, Wang Xiang couldn't understand it, but he was really not used to others kneeling in front of him, so he hurriedly asked Tie Dan and Laifu to help them up, but the blacksmith was firm this time, and only got up after the salute.

Wang Xiang handed the rest of the anti-inflammatory medicine to the blacksmith: "Take two pills a day with this medicine, and his injuries will almost heal after taking the medicine." ”

The blacksmith carefully took the medicine, and there was another burst of thanks.

It's not too early to work for so long, and when I looked up, Ju Yiya and Begonia were not only not impatient at all, but they were all full of interest, and their eyes were full of admiration.

Wang Xiang smiled helplessly and said, "We should go back too." ”

The blacksmith heard that Wang Xiang was leaving, and hurriedly came over with the short sword.

"I melted a small piece of divine iron into this sword when forging it, so it's much sharper than other weapons."

"Shentie?" Wang Xiang took the short sword and felt a little curious when he heard the blacksmith's words.

Although the short sword is precious, it is not worth mentioning at all compared to the immortal liquid that brought back the dead, and the blacksmith was not sure how to repay Wang Xiang, and he was overjoyed when he heard that he seemed to be interested in Shentie.

"Divine iron fell from the sky, the sharpest weapons can't leave a trace on the divine iron, and ordinary flames can't melt the divine iron, I still borrowed the divine fire in the Fire God Cave to melt a small piece of divine iron, and the short sword that added the divine iron is sharper than the best weapon we have forged."

Divine iron falling from the sky? Isn't that meteoric iron! That's good stuff!

But what kind of thing is the Fire God Cave he said, what kind of thing is the divine fire, why does it sound so mysterious?

After some explanation by the blacksmith, Wang Xiang finally figured out that there are many volcanoes in the country of Wudana, and the people of the country believe in the god of fire, and there is a cave in the village where the blacksmith is located, because the lava in the cave is exposed on the surface, it is called the fire god cave by the people in the village, and the lava fire is worshiped as a divine fire by them. The young man was injured by the divine fire in their eyes, and the damage caused by the divine fire could be cured, and in the eyes of the blacksmith, Wang Xiang was already a god-like figure.

Wang Xiang was still very interested in the divine iron that the blacksmith said, and the iron egg just lacked a competent weapon.

Follow the blacksmith to their temporary residence, the place is quite spacious, and the layout is not bad, much better than the temporary residence of most foreign merchants, the weapons made by the blacksmiths of the country of Udana are very popular in the countries of the Western Regions, so their lives are relatively rich.

The blacksmith first carried the young man to the bed and let him lie down to rest, and then took Wang Xiang and the others to a small room at the back.

Wang Xiang saw at a glance that there was an ugly dark silver piece of iron in the corner of the room, which was full of holes of different sizes, and it looked even uglier than a potato.

The meteorite iron is not big, less than half a person tall, but Wang Xiang has been pleasantly surprised, the meteorite is not ordinary iron, after the burning of the atmosphere, what remains is essence, and the half-human high meteorite is far beyond his expectations.

"I want this piece of divine iron, how much can you put a price." (To be continued......)