This is a wound caused by damage caused by a weapon with corrosive powers, and the enchantment on the weapon will destroy the body's self-repair and regeneration, and continue to penetrate inside, unless a healer casts a spell such as dispel or purify, otherwise the infected flesh can only be forcibly cut off. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In a sense, it was the first time Darius had done such a thing, and if it had been him before, it would have been nice to be able to keep his composure at the sight of such a horrible wound.

But there was another memory in his mind, which was a gift from the original owner of this body to the heir, and when he was in the lower town of Noxus, he had treated such wounds more than once, both others and of course his own.

The sharp blade cut down the injured area, and in order to avoid cutting the tender flesh that was not corroded under the wound, Darius could only cut it little by little, and the delicate body in front of her trembled slightly, and soon, she forcibly stabilized herself again.

Darius understood what kind of pain it was, the distant memory in his mind was still so clear until now, it was called Ling Chi's pain. He admired this woman very much at the moment, she actually dodged several of his previous attacks when she was injured like this, and sure enough, people who can become shadow walkers at this age have perseverance and hard work that ordinary people can't imagine.

Black pus and blood oozed from the wound along with the sloppied rotten flesh, and Darius wiped it off with a damp towel, then put his hand on Andrea's back and squeezed the muscles on both sides of her wound hard, as all the pus and blood had to be squeezed out.

It wasn't until the red blood slowly flowed out that Darius hurriedly applied the medicine evenly to the wound to stop the bleeding, and then continued to treat the wound in the same way.

Another knife went down, Andrea, who had been holding on for a long time, finally couldn't help but moan in a low voice, Darius paused, and decided to slow down for a while, like a bowstring, if it is too tight, it will easily break.

He put down the knife, took out a clean towel, and wiped the sweat that covered her entire upper body as gently as possible, "What a will of steel,"