Due to the constraints of the environment, her ability to exhibit without instruments is limited. It seems that she can only rely on the medical skills she has learned all her life to speed up the speed to complete the operation.

Lao Langzhong handed her the surgical tools according to Mo Jiu's request, but his eyes showed a look of surprise that he couldn't hide.

Although he didn't really understand what this exclusive treatment method was, at least he could see where Mo Jiu's hand passed, and the injury was repairing little by little. Even the unformed liver, which was injured and had been injured, began to take shape under Mojiu's excision and stitching.

At first, he was not completely free of doubts. His cognition is also limited to disemboweling people who have done all kinds of evil, and the young man in front of him has subverted the medical common sense he has learned in his life.

Because he saw that the place where Mo Jiu had cast the spell not only quickly returned to shape, but also the organs that had been repaired were still wriggling, it could be seen that he was indeed treating the injured, although his method was bold and unique, but since he was a descendant disciple of the Xuanyi Sect, he must also have a unique skill that was different from the usual medical skills.

Lao Langzhong attributed all the incredibleness he had seen to the Xuan Yi Gate, so that it seemed as if everything made sense, whether it was Mo Jiu's strange medical skills or various tools he had never seen before.

And Mo Jiu was engrossed in the operation at this moment, because of the urgency of time, all her energy was focused on operating on the injured, and she had no extra energy to think about trivial questions about how bystanders would guess.

Due to the serious damage to the man's organs, in a well-equipped high-end operating room, with a few skilled assistants and a group of nurses, it would be a miracle if the operation could be completed in less than 4 hours.

And this time, in an environment without any equipment, there was an old man who didn't know medical skills who was just half-confused and handed over the surgical tools, but it aroused Mo's long-lost fighting spirit.

In two hours, it only took two hours for Mo Jiu to treat all the man's wounds and stitch them up.

When she finished the last stitches, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, only to find that she was drenched in sweat.

She glanced at her masterpiece again with satisfaction, turned to Lao Langzhong and said, "It won't be long before he will wake up." If he wakes up, don't mention the matter of the Xuanyi Sect. ”

Only then did Lao Langzhong wake up from the shock. The boy did not use any spiritual power in the entire healing process, which simply subverted all his knowledge of medicine.

Lao Langzhong nodded and asked, "Since you don't want to leave your name, why did you save him?" ”

Mo Jiu was just about to answer the question raised by Lao Langzhong, when a low, tired voice slowly sounded behind him.

"It's you...... Save me? ”

Mo Jiu couldn't help but frown slightly, he woke up much faster than she guessed.

Although she had expected that the effect of the spirits would definitely not be comparable to that of general anesthesia, she did not expect that this person would wake up a full hour sooner than she expected.

Mo Jiu slowly turned to look at the man he had rescued. The man was half-propped up and sat half-leaning against the head of the bed.

Because he had just undergone surgery, he had several layers of white cloth wrapped around his body, and because of the operation, the robe on his upper body was completely withdrawn, and only white strips of cloth were wrapped around the wound.

And the bare collarbones that are delicate like butterflies and a large area of skin that looks like snow are better than snow, and the blood stains oozing from the white cloth reflect each other, and there is a kind of bewitching state of bewitchment.