When the morning light entered the room, Liu Pucheng came in and saw a disciple pouring the soup from the medicine pot onto the white cloth supported by another disciple.

Strain the liquid in a small basin.

"Qi Niangzi, do you think you want to cook it again?" The disciple picked up the small basin and ran to Qi Yue's side and asked in a low voice.

Qi Yue was leaning over and carefully in front of the table, brushing water droplets from the small basin held by Hu San.

"Add the residue and boil for half an hour." Qi Yue looked at the medicinal juice seriously and said.

The two disciples were busy.

"Qi Niangzi, this is?" Liu Pucheng looked at the room, and there were familiar objects in his eyes, but they looked strange.

Why is there a heavy stone on that pot?

The smell of broth permeated the house.

And this strange behavior of brushing water droplets...

"I need distilled water." Qi Yue said, standing up and looking at the small basin below that was not half of the water, "Steam again." ”

Hu San nodded, holding the basin and placing it on the charcoal stove on the side.

After not sleeping all night, coupled with concentration, everyone's eyes were full of red threads.

"How's the wounded?" Qi Yue asked, rubbing his eyes to ease slightly.

"It's not good." Liu Pucheng said.

Qi Yue didn't panic, but smiled.

"Looks like I'm going to have to pick up the pace." She said, clenching her fist.

At noon, Liu Pucheng and the others watched Qi Yue put the medicinal juice with different dilution ratios in small porcelain bottles, and tied different colored bands one by one as marks.

The two disciples brought the steamer, put it one by one, and put it in a makeshift cauldron.

This cauldron. The pot is covered with a lid, and a stone is pressed, and the lid and body of the pot are covered with layers of wet white cloth.

"Half an hour. Stay away, everybody. lest the pan fry. Qi Yue said.

Hearing her say this, everyone was startled and hurriedly retreated.

"Don't blow it up, though." Qi Yue couldn't help but put his hands together and begged for the blessing of the gods and Buddhas, and muttered.

"Teacher, now go and cut some carrion from the wounds of the wounded." She said again.

Liu Pucheng responded, looked at the big boiling pot, listened to the banging sound inside, and felt a little scared.

"Is this—" he couldn't help but ask.

"Trying to autoclave." Qi Yue smiled, with a bit of self-deprecation.

Liu Pucheng didn't think it was funny. Instead, he nodded very seriously and admiringly, and in his heart he became more and more curious about Qi Yue's master, that person. What a shocking master he should be.

The carrion was carefully cut into pieces by Qi Yue, who was wearing gloves.

"Everybody come here." Qi Yue said.

Immediately the people gathered around.

"You look at one piece by yourself." Qi Yue said.

Everyone didn't know what she was going to do, but they still chose a piece to look at carefully, as if they were looking at the rare and beautiful jade gems in the world.

"Remember the state of the carrion you each saw." Qi Yue said, "After tonight, after taking it out, you have to see if there is any change, this, can only rely on everyone's eyes and memory, and it is also the last step to find an effective injection in the end." ”

She paused at this point, looking at the disciples who were looking at the carrion more seriously.

Success or failure depends on this last step. If you don't find it tomorrow...

Qi Yue took a deep breath, then it was a failure, and there was no time for her to experiment.

She lowered her head herself, and looked at a piece of carrion seriously, trying to imprint it firmly in her mind.

"Young lady. Do you think the temperature is enough? Another disciple was guarding a wooden box. There were a bunch of charcoal stoves around and underneath them.

Qi Yue hurriedly walked over and put his hand in to check the temperature.

Maybe it's about the same.

"Alright." Qi Yue said.

Place the carrion into the porcelain vase one by one. Each disciple in charge of his own piece tied their own marked straps, placed them on the wooden board, carried them over, and put them in the wooden box.

A thick quilt covers the wooden box.

After doing all this, the disciples were nervous and excited, they had done many strange things day and night, and hopefully, they could create strange results.

Compared to the charcoal fire that needs to be heated constantly, the house where the hunter is located is constantly sent ice cubes.

"Wear gloves, especially if you have external wounds on your hands, and don't touch them to avoid infection." Qi Yue walked in and looked at Ah Ru and the others, who were busy caring for Orion, and said with a smile, "I can only make medicine for one person over there." ”

Ah Ru and the others all laughed when they heard it, and the laughter from behind the wide mask was dull, but it was very pleasant in their hearts.

Chang Yuncheng stood outside the courtyard gate and listened to the laughter coming from inside, and stopped taking a step.

She... When I'm happy, when I see myself, I might think of something upset, so forget it...

He turned around to leave, the door behind him rang, and he couldn't help but turn his head, and saw Qi Yue walking out, stretching out his hand to make a very indecent stretching movement, seeing that he was looking over, Qi Yue's movements stopped slightly, but soon she continued to move, and her eyes moved away from Chang Yuncheng.

Chang Yuncheng retracted his gaze and turned around and walked away.

When the morning light shone into the room again, everyone's eyes were nervously fixed on the wooden box.

Qi Yue looked at the drip over there.

"Okay, it's time, take it out." She finally raised her hand and said.

The disciples who had been waiting for this sentence for a long time really heard this, but their hands and feet were a little restrained, and they trembled and lifted the quilt and lifted the plank from the hot wooden box.

Wooden planks were placed on the table, and all the disciples stood in front of the bottles they were responsible for according to their own marked straps, each holding a small improvised tweezer in his hand.

"Okay, let's get started, look at the carrion in the bottle and find the one that doesn't continue to deteriorate, but gets a little better." Qi Yue said, she lowered her head herself and opened the bottle she was responsible for.

The carrion was pinched out....

"Nope." Qi Yue put it down, "One to sixteen, failure." ”

The disciple on the side trembled and drew a cross on a piece of paper full of dilution ratios.

The room of the wounded here was unusually quiet, except for the faint moans of the wounded.

Liu Pucheng also went to see the results. Only Aru was left in the room, wearing a coat and a wide mask, with a headscarf covering her hair. A towel is being wrung out with a gloved hand and placed on the forehead of the wounded.

"Sister Aru. Here comes the ice. A disciple came in with a wooden basin filled with ice.

Aru nodded, and came over with a neat movement, placing the ice cubes around the hospital bed with him.

"Sister Aru, aren't you going over there to have a look?" The disciple asked.

Aru rewrung the towel and wiped it on the injured person.

"Don't look at it." She said.

Don't look at it, the young lady will definitely be able to do it, she will definitely be able to.

"One to one hundred and twenty-four, invalid."

"One to one hundred and forty-six, invalid"

…。

With a report, Qi Yue's forehead became more and more sweaty.

It's going to be a success. It's going to be successful, it's going to be successful...

She stared at the hands of one disciple after another, lest they read it wrong.

It's ridiculous. She never imagined that there would be such a day, and what she had tried so hard to refute, the last thing she wanted to see in the experiment, was now eager to prostrate and ask the gods and Buddhas to bless it.

As more and more of the proportion was crossed out on the paper, everyone's expressions became more and more disappointed.

It was impossible in the first place, but it's still impossible...

Seeing the woman holding her hand on the table and hanging her head, Liu Pucheng couldn't help but sigh.

"Anyway, as long as you try, it's a success." He walked up and said with a smile.

That being said, but. After all, the result is still the most important thing. Qi Yue lowered his head and said, "Do what we do, whether you work hard or not, and finally let the world judge." Or the result. If it is cured, it is a success, and if it is not cured, it is a failure. Simple.... Ruthless. ”

It's like Dad, he made a lot of preparations and wrote a lot of plans for that brain surgery, but so what, failure is failure, and failure has a price, regardless of whether you have tried your best or not.

The sound of the numbers stopped suddenly, or they didn't pay attention.

"Qi Qi Qi Qi—" a trembling voice murmured.

Everyone jerked at the man who had spoken.

This disciple used tweezers to pick out a piece of carrion, and at this time the small carrion was shaking violently, of course, not the flesh was shaking, but the person holding the flesh was shaking.

"No, no, no, no..." He continued to say in a trembling voice.

No one urged him, everyone just looked at him and stopped breathing.

"No change." He finally shouted the words, before everyone was almost suffocated.

Qi Yue stepped up to him and carefully took the piece of meat with a gloved hand.

This piece of meat thrown on the ground that even a dog would not even look at, at this time Qi Yue was like holding the most rare treasure in the world, she looked and looked, looked and looked, only to see that her eyes were wet with sweat, and she had to close her eyes.

Qi Yue took a deep breath, stood up straight, and glanced at the strap tied on the bottle.

"One to three hundred and twenty-four, effective."

When the cheers from this side came, Aru, who was changing the wound dressing for the wounded, finally couldn't control her hand trembling, but she didn't say anything, and clumsily changed the layer of dressing with a trembling hand.

She knew, she had already known, the young lady would definitely be able to do it, and the young lady had always done what she said!

"It's been almost six or seven days, what's the use of them always dragging it out like this!" In the Rejuvenation Hall, a cadre of disciples said angrily.

Wang Qingchun sat on the chair and tasted tea slowly with a little leisure.

"If you can drag it out for a day, let them go." He said with a smile.

"Master, the people in line outside haven't dispersed yet." Wu Shan walked in with a bit of ostentatious complaint.

"It's not too early."

"Master has been sick for a day."

"Don't get tired..."

The other disciples immediately said in a gossipy manner.

These words are like a spring breeze blowing through Wang Qingchun's internal organs, and he is very comfortable.

"Healer's parents, since they are here, how can we ignore it?" He put down his teacup and stood up, "I'll take a look." ”

"Master's benevolence and benevolence."

“。。 It is a blessing to my people. ”

In the compliments of the disciples, Wang Qingchun stepped out of the back hall and came to the front hall to sit for a consultation.

But when he stepped into the front hall, he was stunned, and the disciples who followed him were also stunned.

Where is there anyone in the emptiness?

"It's... What about people? Wu Shan was suddenly a little embarrassed and shouted.

The man who was picking up medicine on the side was terrified.

"Division. Brother, they're all gone. He stammered.

Wang Qingchun's face could no longer be hung up.

"What do you mean they're all gone? Did you drive people away? Wu Shan shouted.

"It's not." The young man looked aggrieved and stretched out his hand to the door, "Just now someone said that the injured hunter came out of the Dingxi Hou Mansion, and everyone ran to see it..."

What the?

Everyone in the room was stunned.

Did they hear it right? The wounded Orion didn't carry it out, but walked out?

Will the dead be gone?

Naturally, it is not the dead who will go, only the living, is it true that the Orion has been saved?

A layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on Wang Qingchun's forehead.

How.. Possible...... (To be continued)