It's her?

She's also from Nanshi?

He Xiaofang walked quickly to Jiang Mobai's side and nervously looked at the blood stains on his clothes: "Are you injured?" ”

Jiang Mobai shook his head: "It's Changsong who is injured." (There was a bug in the previous chapter, it should be Changbai, and it was warmly written as Changbai.) ）

The name Changsong, He Xiaofang has only heard from Jiang Mobai, but he has never seen him in person.

He Xiaofang had long wanted to meet this young man who was studying style with his grandson from Master Wude.

Hearing Jiang Mobai say that he was injured, He Xiaofang was worried, she looked down and her heart rang.

The man lying on the ground, badly injured!

There was a wound on his neck, and blood kept pouring out.

His forehead was injured several times, and his entire face was covered in blood, and he couldn't see his face at all.

He Xiaofang exclaimed: "Why is it so badly injured?!" ”

"Rush to the hospital!" The Qingdao master of the Unzong Temple is in a hurry.

Li Xiaoting came out of the crowd, looked at the injured on the ground, and frowned: "Before the fear is lifted down the mountain, it has already lost its breath." ”

Everyone mentions.

He Xiaofang looked at her anxiously: "What should I do?" Do you want to see death and not be saved? ”

Li Xiaoting squatted down beside the injured and looked up at the Qingdao master: "Is there needlework and wound medicine in the temple?" A sharp knife is also needed."

Master Qingdao nodded: "Yes!" ”

After speaking, without waiting for Li Xiaoting to speak, he ran to the wing house where he lived.

Jiang Mobai's eyes were deep, looking at Li Xiaoting's eyes with a little heat, she knew medicine?

Li Xiaoting said to everyone: "I need to build a fire and a few basins of hot water, be fast!" ”

The people who eat fasting and recite the Buddha here are all kind-hearted and united.

As soon as Li Xiaoting's words were finished, they went separately to work.

After a while, Li Xiaoting's fire, hot water, and Master Qingdao's wooden medicine box all arrived.

Taking over the knife of the master of Qingdao, Li Xiaoting quickly helped the injured person treat the wound on his neck.

The night was cold, the blood clotted more and more around the wound, and new blood continued to flow......

Fortunately, the other party injured the blood vessels and not the major arteries, otherwise he would have died by now.

To clean up the coagulation around the wound, Li Xiaoting applied trauma medicine to the other party, and then used needles and threads to sew up the wound.

Everyone saw it, and their expressions said: "This ......"

An old man of He Xiaofang's age, even if he grew up and lived in the city, he had never seen such a wound treated.

Coming from the countryside, those with little cultural knowledge have never seen such a treatment.

At this time, the words "surgery", stitches, and caesarean section are still very unfamiliar.

One woman exclaimed, "What about sewing clothes?" ”

Is it good to have a wound stitched up like this?

And what about the line?

Will it be connected with meat in the future?

Li Xiaoting concentrated on treating the wounds.

The most serious wound of the injured person is the wound on the neck, which was treated well and saw that there was no more blood, Li Xiaoting breathed a sigh of relief.

Those wounds on the forehead and face are trivial.

When she wiped the blood on the other party's face, when she saw the other party's face clearly, Li Xiaoting's movements stopped.

She frowned, her gaze resting on the other's face for a long time.

She got up, threw the towel into the basin, dropped the sentence "He can't die" and walked towards the wing.

The wing room is the house where the people who eat fasting and chanting Buddha in the temple live, the women live in the south wing, and the men live in the east wing.

Everyone was baffled by Li Xiaoting, but they didn't think much about it, thinking that Li Xiaoting was tired of saving people and was going back to rest.