In the Herbal Peak, a group of people rushed over carrying Ning Anhao! The bumps along the way made Ning Anhao suffer a lot, and he gritted his teeth and couldn't help humming. The clothes on the chest and back were already attached to the body, difficult to separate, and the flesh and blood were blurred. In such a scene, everyone who has seen it feels a tightness in their hearts, and a cold air comes out of their heads, and this injury is serious enough.

Of course, for the people of Herb Peak, such an injury is very ordinary. Now the disciples of Herbal Medicine Peak are not only good at alchemy, but also know medical skills, and even many diseases that cannot be cured by modern medical methods, they are all medicine to eliminate diseases, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a wonderful hand to rejuvenate.

In fact, the disciples of Herbal Medicine Peak did not have much interest in medical skills, after all, for monks, most of them died in the process of fighting, and there were very few people who could leave fatal injuries and come back for help. At the same time, studying medicine was a very complicated matter after all, wasting a lot of their time, which could be used by them for the refining of pills.

"Is there anyone, hurry up and come out, help!" the disciple shouted as he banged on the door, sweating profusely and feeling very anxious.

The four of them were arranged to send Ning Anhao to this herbal medicine peak, even if they were unwilling, they didn't dare to be sloppy, because they understood, if you are well, I will be fine! Even if Ning Anhao is not good, he is also Du Fei'er's fiancé, if something goes wrong in their hands, it will really be fatal.

"Knock on what a knock! Call the soul!" Before the person came out, the voice of scolding came out first, which made several Tsing Yi disciples a little overwhelmed. When the people came out, they looked at them coldly before letting the person come in.

A few people didn't dare to delay, and carried Ning Anhao to the main hall, and at this time, an old man with gray hair had already walked over. This is also one of the elders of the Herbal Peak, surnamed Lu, who looks quite old. This Elder Lu is also the person in charge here, and when a seriously ill disciple appears, he will bother his old man.

"What's the situation?" Elder Lu asked, frowning and looking at the injuries on Ning Anhao's body.

These young disciples are just too impulsive, and they don't have the ability, so why bother to be brave and ruthless. This one looked like it was burned by the fire spiritual power, although it looked a little serious, it didn't take much trouble to deal with.

"I was injured in the tournament and was hit by a fireball!" one of the disciples hurriedly said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Hmph, one by one, you can endure it, now that you know that you have been offended, what are you doing earlier!" Elder Lu said, and the disciple on the side handed over the medicine box, took out a small pair of scissors, cut open the clothes, and tore them off fiercely.

At this moment, not only did Ning Anhao, who had fallen asleep, cry wolf, but also made the disciples in Tsing Yi who were looking at him break out in a cold sweat! Can't this old man be gentle? Just tear that clothes directly down with the skin and flesh, how painful it must be!

Of course, if they go to a regular hospital, even if they find a slightly more reliable doctor for diagnosis and treatment, they will not tear it down so directly. However, the old man didn't like the martial arts arena, and he felt that the monk couldn't bear the pain at all, so what could he do?

The blood on his back came out all of a sudden, and everyone saw that the old man poured out a lot of medicinal powder from the bottle and sprinkled it evenly on Ning Anhao's back. He also asked the disciple to take the blood-generating pill and directly gave it to Ning Anhao, so that the blood on his body could be regarded as stopping.

But the wound still looked terrifying, and in one word, it was hideous. But the blood stopped flowing, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, Uncle Liu also arrived, pushed the door in, and saw such a scene.

"Uncle Lu has caused you trouble again. Uncle Liu said with a smile, but Elder Lu didn't say anything, but smiled at Uncle Liu.

"The students you brought?" Elder Lu asked, Senior Uncle Liu's face was very calm, he nodded, and said, "The two students have a conflict, and it will take a long time, and this one will be injured." ”

"The other one is ruthless enough. Elder Lu only smiled and said this, don't comment much on other people's affairs, monk, who is not ruthless?

"Oh no, Elder, can you take a look at what's going on!?" the disciple exclaimed, Elder Lu turned his head to take a look, this look made him exclaim, what is going on?

Everyone looked over together, and saw that Ning Anhao's wound began to bleed again, although it was very slow, but it was obvious that the hemostasis did not work.

Elder Lu was also very strange, this hemostatic powder was developed by the predecessors of the Herbal Medicine Peak, how many years had it been used, there was no problem at all, why did it suddenly not work?

To put it mildly, if a disciple has a small injury, he will directly wipe this hemostasis, and deal with it outside, there will be no problems at all, and it will not even be used for herbal medicine peaks!

"Uncle Shi, is this no problem?" Senior Uncle Liu was also a little stunned on the side, after all, he was not from Herbal Peak, and he only knew a little about fur, so you couldn't help but ask Elder Lu.

"I'll take the pulse. Elder Lu said this, sat beside Ning Anhao and carefully checked his pulse, time disappeared little by little, the old man's brows became more and more wrinkled, and he even stood up and walked two steps, and sat down slowly.

Senior Uncle Liu was also confused by Elder Lu's actions! It stands to reason that this Senior Uncle's medical skills in the Herbal Medicine Peak are also among the best, if he finds this matter tricky, then there is even less hope for others.

But if he was burned by a fireball, was it really so difficult to deal with? Even if he knew it, it would be good to stop the bleeding first, then clean, and finally apply medicine that can promote healing. Wait until it is wrapped, and then one blood pill and one muscle clotting pill every day, and the work of seven or eight days will be about the same, why does it seem that the process is different today?

Could it be that Xiao Guoguo did something? As soon as this idea appeared, I couldn't help but turn around in my mind, especially when Xiao Guoguo left at the end, that meaningful smile made Uncle Liu feel a little uneasy, and the girl seemed to be dissatisfied.

"That's weird, how can this be?" said Elder Lu and stood up again, walking around the room, and then slammed into front of Ning Anhao, looked at the wound and sniffed it...... There was a sparkle in his eyes.

"Go and get my silver needle. Elder Lu said this, and naturally some disciples hurriedly ran out and brought over the whole set of silver needles. Elder Lu took out the needle and slowly pierced it into the back of Ning Anhao's hand, everyone felt pain when they saw it, and they even saw Ning Anhao in a coma trembling a little.

"Haha, I know, I know it's not a problem with medicine, see no, it's poisoning!" Elder Na Lu said with a smile on his face.

Everyone: "......" people are poisoned, is it really appropriate for you to be so proud?