The person sent by Zhu'er was a little maid, and she didn't know what she heard, and her face was very panicked: "Sister Zhu'er, Lang Zhong said...... Saying that they were too badly injured, there was nothing he could do about it, so he could only resign himself to fate. ”

"So serious?" Zhu Er was shocked, "I'll take a look!"

It's all the farmers of the villa, if she doesn't know, it's fine, since she knows, she can't sit idly by.

Jun Wuji silently followed her side.

She had seen the injuries of those five people, and they were indeed not lightly injured.

It's just that she didn't expect that the invited Lang Zhong would be so useless.

All three walked very fast, and it didn't take long to reach the place where the first wounded man lived.

In the distance, Jun Wuji heard the cries and cries for help coming from the house.

Zhu Er took the lead and walked in, frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"

Lang Zhong is an old man with gray hair, and he looks quite old.

He sighed helplessly: "It's not that the old man refuses to save people, there is really no way."

The man had a big hole in his stomach, and his intestines were rotten and rotten...... There is really nothing you can do about it. ”

A woman knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing to Lang Zhong: "Sun Langzhong, I beg you, you can save my man!

Jun Wuji walked in.

The wounded man was lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, and still emitted a stench.

Jun Wuji's heart suddenly sank.

She thought that the injured person's bumpy journey would make the injury worse, but she didn't expect the situation to be so serious.

Isn't the person who carried him back to have a grudge against him?

There was an old lady guarding the bedside, who was silently weeping.

Sensing Jun Wuji's approach, she turned her head and looked at Jun Wuji in confusion: "Are you?"

At this time, the man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

He stared at Jun Wuji, as if he had seen a savior: "Save me...... Help me...... I...... I don't want to die......"

When the old lady heard his words, her tears flowed even more: "My son!"

Jun Wuji lowered his eyes: "I can try to save him, but you all have to listen to me." ”

She didn't care how shocked the old woman with these words, she just said, "Give him a bright room, it's too dark here." ”

Lang Zhong outside was still gone, and the begging woman was slumped on the ground, until the old woman suddenly rushed out and pulled her to help, and she had strength again.

The wounded were eventually moved to the hall, where the light was brightest.

The door panel and two stools make it a simple operating table.

Jun Wuji took out the silver scalpel that he had already made, sealed the blood veins and pain nerves near the wound with a needle, and cut the wound open with a single sword.

Turning over the skin and flesh and fixing it with a clamp, Jun Wuji called Zhu Er: "Clean up the dirt in his stomach, and I'll go back to get the medicine." ”

After speaking, she adjusted the disinfectant for Zhu'er and quickly rushed out.

Zhu Er looked at the man's bloody stomach in embarrassment, gritted his teeth, and still carefully cleaned it up.

When she finally cleaned up, Jun Wuji also returned.

"The broken intestines are cut straight away. ”

Zhu Er obediently did so.

Jun Wuji took out a thin silk thread, threaded it through the crescent-shaped curved needle, and handed it to Zhu Er: "Sew up the fracture." ”

After speaking, he taught her how to sew.

Zhu Er was stunned, so she could only do it obediently.

After the stitching was completed, Jun Wuji took out a box of green ointment: "Wipe it on the fracture." ”

She had left to refine the box of ointment.