The wolf clan's medicine shop was set up by Su Mo in a very hidden hill, surrounded by mountains, and water poured down from the top of the mountain. It's an easy place to defend and hard to attack. Su Mo said that no matter what the war is, the wounded are the first object to be protected.

And the freshness of Zhimeng dissipated the moment she stepped into the pharmacy, replaced by a shock that she had never felt before.

The wounded were scattered all over the hills, one by one, and only a few narrow roads were cleared for the medical staff to walk. Zhimeng's feet stepped on the solid ground, but it was like being in a sea of fire, and her body trembled slightly unconsciously.

Su Mo thought that Zhimeng was frightened, so he gently wrapped his arms around her shoulders and patted her on the back one by one. Some of them were frustrated that they shouldn't have brought her to such a place, and for a child, war was too cruel.

"Pain, help me!" Suddenly, Zhimeng's foot was grabbed by a hand.

It looked like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old child about her age. His face was twisted with pain, and a crossbow was pierced deep in his abdomen, and the blood that flowed was black.

Zhimeng took a deep breath, trying to calm her frantic heartbeat. Turning his head and showing a smile to Su Mo, he squatted down to help the child check the wound.

The guards on the side wanted to step forward to stop them, but they saw Su Mo shaking his head. He looked at Zhimeng and remembered the first time she had healed him, and that was only a few months ago.

Thinking of this, she turned her head and instructed the guards, called the best doctor in the pharmacy, and told him that if Zhimeng had any needs and problems, he would try his best to meet and teach her, and then he went straight to the central camp with the generals who came with him, and they also discussed and instructed various matters concerning the placement of the wounded.

Zhimeng carefully examined the wound and took his pulse again. The child's wound was not too deep, so it was able to hold up until now. It's just that this crossbow is poisonous, and if it is not treated in time, I am afraid that the consequences will be worse.

"It's going to hurt a little later, you bear with it. Zhimeng whispered to the boy beside her. She first applied her inner strength to the palm of her hand and gently pressed against his wound. Then he took a deep breath and pulled out the crossbow from his wound in an instant.

Her internal strength was used very well, and although the crossbow was pulled out, not a trace of blood was splashed. She called Yan'er and handed her some medicine and bandages. After medicating the wound to stop the bleeding, he gently removed the palm of his hand.

She raised her hand to wipe the fine sweat on her forehead, the bleeding had stopped, but she didn't have a clue about the poison.

"Feed him this. Suddenly, a man next to him handed a pill in front of Zhimeng.

The man was dressed in wolf armor, but he had a white strap around his arm, which was the hallmark of the medical staff here.

"Do you know the poison in him?" Zhimeng took the pill and put it in her hand, not knowing whether to feed it or not.

"The demon clan has always used the three withered grass as poison to smear on weapons, this child's blood is black and purple, and his lips are blue. I must have been poisoned by this. ”

Zhimeng nodded and fed the pill to the wounded man. He turned his head and asked the man, "Since they all have antidotes, why do you have to do useless work to apply them to this weapon?"

"This antidote can only be made from a plant that grows on the Weeping Mountain in the capital, and it is extremely difficult for us to obtain this herb, so we can't use it to save all the wounded. The man replied lightly, turning to check on the other wounded.

Just now, Master Ning Xu said that he had received instructions to take care of a girl who had just come to the pharmacy, but he was busy researching the antidote, so he sent him over to have a look. I thought it was just a relative of the emperor who came to play casually, but who knew that this medical skill was also good, and staying was also a help to this medicine shop.

"Then how many antidotes do we have?" Zhi Meng asked with some concern as she chased after the man.

The man looked up at Zhimeng, "More than two hundred grains." ”

"Only more than two hundred?" Zhimeng repeated with some surprise. As far as the eye can see, this small pharmacy is full of thousands of seriously wounded and sick people, and it is believed that new wounded people will be sent in every day in the future. Wouldn't the two hundred or so antidotes be used up in an instant?

"Is there no other way to cure this poison?" Zhimeng asked anxiously, her fingers tugging at the corners of her clothes.

"Nothing is impossible in this world, Master Ning Xu is studying. Let's hope he can find a way to detoxify it soon. The man sighed, the breathing of the wounded in front of him was already extremely weak, and he was afraid that he would not be able to do it.

He stood up and beckoned to the boy in a dark blue robe not far away, pointing to the wounded man beneath him. When the boy saw this, he ran over with another boy on a stretcher.

"What is this?" Zhi Meng was puzzled.

"He's gone, he can't let him occupy the space. The man said lightly.

"He's obviously still breathing!" Zhimeng became anxious when she heard this. He obviously still has breathing, he is not dead, how can he give up on him like this. She must not let this happen.

She ran forward, pushed away the boy who was carrying the stretcher, hugged the wounded man, and slowly laid him flat on the ground, taking his pulse. The two boys tried to drag her away, but they annoyed Zhimeng. She turned to the two boys and yelled, "I was invited by your prince, you dare to touch me to try!"

When Zhimeng spoke, her whole body trembled slightly. She took the wounded man's pulse, but the tears fell down in large drops. When the two boys saw Zhimeng like this, they suddenly lost their minds, looked at each other, and had no choice but to retreat.

The jade pendant on his waist emitted a faint glimmer at this time. A pair of warm hands gently brushed away Zhimeng's tears, Zhimeng looked up with red eyes, and the familiar face was smiling softly at her.

"Qing'er!" Zhimeng hugged the person in front of her excitedly. That's Qing'er, that's Qing'er who she has been thinking about day and night with guilt.

"Qing'er, you've finally woken up. Zhimeng choked up a little, still worried about the wounded man, but now she was very happy.

The man looked at Qing'er with some surprise, and his eyes became deep as he watched Zhimeng. I thought to myself that he had underestimated this girl.

"Don't cry, I'm fully recovered. Let's save these wounded together. Qing'er patted Zhimeng's back and gently soothed.

With Peach, Zhimeng instantly gained some confidence in treating these wounded. She calmed down. Then take a closer look at the condition of the wounded. He had no external injuries, but his pulse was very weak, and it was unusually confused, and he must have suffered internal injuries. But this internal injury is different from our usual internal injury, the wounded's eyes are very black, and there seem to be signs of poisoning. But what kind of kung fu is even more poisonous than that poison.

Zhimeng suddenly remembered that she had seen it in the scroll given by her master before, saying that the demon clan has a unique kung fu, and those who practice this skill have been feeding on poisonous herbs and poisons since they were children, so she is full of poison all over her body. They can't have lovers and children, because they can take the life of their loved ones at any time. Their lifespan is extremely short, and they will die because they can't bear the poison after only twenty years of prosperity. It is an extremely cruel martial art.

Zhimeng didn't expect that the demon clan would cultivate such a poisonous weapon to fight against it for the sake of war, if these poisonous people died and were stained with their blood, it would be a life of nine deaths.

Zhimeng looked at the wounded man, her eyebrows furrowed. She wasn't sure she could save his life, and it was past the best time to treat him. But she would not allow a single life to disappear without the slightest effort on her part.

She pulled out a cloth bag with a row of silver needles in it. She had spent the previous months studying this silver needle, because she felt that this silver had miraculous effects on detoxification, body nourishment, and healing, and it was also convenient for her to carry.

She used her internal strength to concentrate on the tip of the needle, and each needle was delivered accurately and quickly. She sealed off all the wounded man's acupuncture points to stop the poison from continuing to flow through his body. The wounded also immediately went into suspended animation.

Tao Qing wiped the sweat on Zhimeng's forehead on the side, both surprised and satisfied with the progress of Zhimeng's medical skills and internal strength. Zhimeng held her breath, and she was a little nervous and didn't dare to breathe. She picked up a silver needle and thought to herself that the most important step was the next step.

She picked up one of the wounded man's hands, and then rubbed the tips of his middle finger vigorously, and when the fingertips were rubbed by her and faintly white, she concentrated all her internal force on the silver needle in her hand, and then quickly pierced the fingertips of the wounded man, and the hand holding the silver needle quickly pulled out. A long black line of blood was pulled out of the fingertip, and it grew longer and longer. Zhimeng worked hard to keep the internal force in her hands stable. I saw that the black blood line was stretched out to a meter long, and finally turned bright red.

Zhimeng's hand holding the needle withdrew its internal force, and her other hand quickly pressed the needle tightly. As relieved for a moment, she gasped for air, her face flushed from overtension. She pressed her backhand on the wounded's chest, and the silver needles inserted in it were all pulled out in an instant and held in Zhimeng's palm.

She gasped, got up and hurriedly checked the wounded's condition, not daring to slack off in the slightest. The faint pulse beat again, and the circle of black beside the eyes had dissipated, reflecting a faint red.

She frowned, and looked at the wounded man without saying a word, the poison had been cleared, but whether she could wake up or not would see his own creation.

"Medic, come and see these wounded!" A group of fragmentary shouts came from not far away, and Zhimeng turned around to see a group of soldiers carrying a group of wounded people walking here.

She heard her own heartbeat deafeningly, and she hadn't stopped for a moment since she stepped into the apothecary. She looked at the groups of wounded and instantly wanted to stop the war. Only by stopping the war can people stop hurting each other.

The man looked at Zhimeng, his eyes glittering. It was he who didn't know Taishan because he had eyes, but he didn't know that this child was young, and his medical skills and internal strength had such cultivation, and his eyes couldn't help revealing a trace of appreciation.

"Help her go back to rest. The man whispered to Momoki. She spent a lot of internal energy, and I was afraid that she must be exhausted now. She is a skilled physician but unfit for battle, because if the doctor himself is exhausted, he will not be able to treat more people.

If you don't experience war, you will never know what fear is.