From the looks of it, the girl's pantyhose was probably attached to the wound. If he took it off, it might touch the wound and cause more bleeding.
Lin Yi frowned. There weren't any surgical tools in the room. When he took off the girl's pants, Lin Yi had felt something hard. It was probably a dagger. Without any other tools, Lin Yi could only rely on the dagger.
Picking up the pants, Lin Yi took out the dagger and swung it in the air a few times to test the feel of it. Then, he started moving it back and forth on the girl's pantyhose.
Lin Yi was an expert when it came to knives. When he was six years old, he had been practicing with the dagger with his master. It was also one of the most common weapons used against enemies.
Lin Yi only used the tip of the dagger to pick up the fiber connection of the pantyhose. He wouldn't hurt anything else. After a few moves, the girl's pantyhose was shredded to pieces. Lin Yi casually peeled it off and tossed it aside.
Under the pantyhose, Lin Yi finally saw where the wound was. It was at the root of the right side of the thigh. The wound had been bandaged, but the bleeding didn't stop. Otherwise, the girl wouldn't have gone to the pharmacy to buy some Doctor Kang's Golden Wound.
Other than the bandage, the girl's lower body was only left with her thigh. But Lin Yi didn't have any other thoughts. Lin Yi wasn't a psychopath. Even if she was as beautiful as a goddess, Lin Yi wouldn't be interested in a woman covered in blood.
He used a knife to pry open the gauze on the girl's leg, and started inspecting the wound.
The injury was serious, but Lin Yi breathed a sigh of relief- it hadn't reached the artery in her thigh. He'd have to send her to the hospital if he didn't have professional surgical equipment, but whether or not she'd make it to the hospital was another matter.
The wound was triangular. It was obvious that a sharp tool like a triangular knife had been used to stab into the wound. Due to the triangular shape of the wound, it was difficult to stop the bleeding with ordinary hemostatic medicine without suturing.
Judging from the current situation, it was most likely that the girl had bandaged herself after getting hurt, but the wound didn't heal. Instead, it was bleeding profusely. She had no choice but to go to the pharmacy to buy Miracle Doctor Kang's Golden Creation, but she hadn't found it yet. On the way back, she finally fainted from blood loss.
Lin Yi understood what the girl was doing. Assassins were a special profession, and they rarely went to the hospital even if they were injured. They'd take care of themselves if they could, in order to reduce the possibility of their identities being exposed.
Knowing the girl's injury, Lin Yi could treat of the problem. The wound was deep, but it didn't hurt the arteries and tendons of the body.
It wasn't a big problem. Lin Yi stood up and took out the Chinese medicine he bought at the pharmacy before. He quickly threw a few herbs into the utensils and ground them. This was a familiar process for Lin Yi. In the North African jungle, his own herbs were the most popular things among his teammates. Lin Yi had to grind a bag of them every time.
It was impossible to use the gauze from before. It had been soaked in blood. Because the incident happened suddenly, Lin Yi wasn't prepared. Now he could only consider using other things as a replacement.
Although his school uniform was newly changed in the morning, Lin Yi didn't want to take a piece of it off to bandage the female assassin. He got up and went to the bathroom, but he saw a disposable disinfectant bath towel on the shelf. Next to the bath towel, there was a small price tag with forty yuan written on it.
This kind of disposable disinfectant bath towel wouldn't exceed twenty yuan if purchased in bulk, but the price in the hotel was doubled. Of course, in addition to this kind of bath towel, there was also a bath towel provided by the hotel, but it wasn't disposable.
This kind of bath towel was only provided to those who had mysophobia and loved cleanliness. It wasn't a compulsory consumption.
Lin Yi took this kind of disinfectant bath towel. This thing was barely enough to be used as a bandage.
He sprinkled the previously ground medicine on the girl's wound. The girl's mouth made a low, inaudible sound. It seemed that the medicine had touched the wound. However, Lin Yi didn't care about her. How could it not hurt to apply medicine?
After sprinkling the medicine, Lin Yi tore the disposable bath towel into a few pieces and skillfully bandaged the girl's wound.
"Phew!" Lin Yi breathed a sigh of relief. It's finally done. Now it seemed that the girl just lost too much blood. If the bleeding was stopped now, the chance of survival was still very high.
Of course, the vitality of an assassin was generally very tenacious. Lin Yi probably saw that the girl had regained her life. After waking up, apart from being a little weak, there was nothing serious.
After dealing with the female assassin, Lin Yi got back to work. He'd made the medicine for the girl in a hurry, so he'd only made the right amount according to the need. Lin Yi's own wound hadn't even been healed yet!
It was all ground, so it wasn't a big deal. The medicine for Yang Huaijun, however, had to be brewed slowly. The order and timing of each ingredient had to be strictly added- there couldn't be a single mistake. Even if the ingredients were similar, the effect of the medicine would be greatly reduced, and the desired effect wouldn't be achieved.
This was why Lin Yi didn't give the prescription to Huaijun, choosing to make it himself instead. This prescription wasn't as easy as the painkillers he'd given Huaijun before, where all he had to do was buy all the ingredients and grind them together. Decocting this medicine, however, was different.
On the other hand, Lin Yi didn't want this recipe to get out. He trusted Huaijun, but he was afraid that Huaijun would accidentally leak it out. This recipe would cause a huge uproar in the Eastern medicine world.
Lin Yi found a place to set up the alcohol stove and clay pot, and started brewing the medicine for Huaijun. The hotel had appliances for brewing tea, but it was still better to use fire to brew the medicine.
Brewing medicine was a very tiring job, but it was nothing for Lin Yi, who often made straw sandals at home.
Lin Yi looked at the time on his phone as he skillfully put each ingredient into the clay pot. After who knew how long, Lin Yi heard a small movement not far behind him.
If it weren't for Lin Yi's unusually sensitive hearing, he wouldn't have been able to hear it.
Lin Yi didn't turn back- he was at a crucial point in brewing the medicine, and Lin Yi couldn't afford to be distracted. Lin Yi counted the time on his phone as he pinched the ingredients in his hands.
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