Chapter 530
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Sang Hua sat up and turned her back to him. She unbuttoned her clothes and revealed the bloody wound under her snow-white neck. She took out a small jade bottle and squeezed out the clotted blood from the wound to apply medicine on herself.
"I said a lot of things to you that night, but I don't remember them anymore." Her ears were slightly red.
Actually, she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to escape that night, so she said a lot of silly things to Qin Mu. Some of them would even make a boy blush, so she mustered up her courage and said them since Qin Mu couldn't hear them anyway.
Unexpectedly, she survived. She originally thought that she would never see Qin Mu again in this life, and the crazy words that night had become a wisp of another emotion in her memory. She didn't expect to meet that dark boy who listened to her talk in the dark again.
Qin Mu raised his head to look at the sun in the sky and resisted the urge to fly up and flatten it. He went in front of her and stretched out his hand to help her apply medicine. Sang Hua hurriedly covered herself with her clothes. "Men and women shouldn't touch each other …"
Qin Mu immediately said, "I'm an apothecary and I plan to help you apply medicine. A healer has the heart of a parent, so I won't have any crooked thoughts. "
Sang Hua recalled that he had said that he was a slightly famous apothecary and only then was she at ease. She looked curiously at him applying medicine on her and saw that he was indeed skilled. She asked suspiciously, "Your attainments in algebra are clearly very high, so how are you proficient in medicine as well?"
Qin Mu examined the wound on her chest very carefully, "I've learned medical skills for over ten years. The time I spent learning mathematics is slightly shorter, only three years. Speaking of which, my medical skills are much better than algebra. "
"How long are you going to look at it for?" Sang Hua said angrily and raised her hands to gather her clothes.
Qin Mu immediately stopped her and carefully pulled her clothes down to her shoulders. "A healer has the heart of a parent. En, your skin is very white, and your shoulders are also very round … Don't move! "
He frowned slightly. Sang Hua's wound was left behind by a devil expert, and it contained the divine arts and devil qi of the devil race that corroded her flesh and vital qi.
It was hard to stop the bleeding from such a wound, and it was also hard to remove the devil qi. The ointment that had been applied to the wound had already turned black. It was obvious that the ointment had been contaminated by the Devil Qi.
Qin Mu squeezed out the ointment that had turned black on Sang Hua's wound. He sniffed it and shook his head.
This ointment is not symptomatic.
"It hurts! This ointment is a detoxification ointment. After applying it, it will remove some of the demonic poison. After that, you have to change the ointment. "
Sang Hua cried out in pain. She took out a few bottles of ointment and said, "This kind of wound needs to be applied more than ten times before the poison can be completely removed … Your eyes are always looking around. Let me apply the ointment myself!"
Qin Mu took out some herbs from his taotie sack and used his method of refining pills to refine medicine. "Devil poison isn't poison. It's just that you are cultivating the technique of the god path while the other party is cultivating the technique of the devil path. Due to the conflicting attributes of their vital qi, you feel that it's poison. The ointment you used wasn't an ointment for removing poison, but a variant of a spirit pill. It wasn't refined to its best form, so it was in a paste form. This kind of spirit pill has only been contaminated by the devil qi and has turned black. Using it to remove the devil qi is a little wasteful. "
While he was talking, a pill furnace formed by vital qi appeared in his palm. He refined pills directly in his vital qi, reversing fire and water, harmonizing dragon and tiger. All kinds of changes in refining pills dazzled Sang Hua's eyes.
After a moment, Qin Mu dispersed his vital qi, and over ten pills landed in his palm.
Qin Mu crushed one of them and applied it on her wound. "I was Heavenly Saint Cult Master in another world and was also called Heavenly Devil Cult Master. I also have some understanding of the devil path. Devils are born from the heart, and whether they are gods or devils, they are all appearances in the heart. From the appearance of the heart, they become the appearance of the skin. I still have some experience in treating wounds caused by divine arts of the devil path. "
Soon, Sang Hua felt a cooling sensation on her wound. The devil qi in her wound had been completely removed, and her wound had turned hot and itchy. That was a sign that her wound was starting to heal.
"Her injuries healed so quickly? You said you were slightly famous in that world of yours? "
Sang Hua stared with her eyes wide open. She secretly grabbed the other side of her braid to cover the other half of her chest and asked curiously, "A slightly famous apothecary can refine a kind of spirit pill that can restrain devil qi so quickly?"
Qin Mu stuffed the remaining spirit pills into her hand and blushed. "I was just being modest. Actually, my reputation isn't small either. I was very famous in my world. You didn't hear that I was being modest, did you? "
He couldn't help feeling proud. "Many people can't hear it!"
Sang Hua was bewildered. "You're not going to help me apply the ointment?"
Qin Mu walked toward the others and helped them treat their injuries. "I was only inspecting your injuries. You can apply the ointment yourself. There are still others that need to be treated."
Sang Hua pulled her clothes together and looked at his figure that was bustling around. She thought to herself, 'He was indeed a doctor with the heart of a parent and didn't have any crooked thoughts. This person is a rare gentleman, it's just that his eyes like to look around … '
Qin Mu roughly treated the injured divine arts practitioners on the sacrificial altar. When he looked down, there were countless divine arts practitioners and Heavenly Devil Horde lying under the sacrificial altar and on the battlefield. There were people moving the injured, and there were also some executing the devils that hadn't breathed their last.
In this vast battlefield, there were fireworks left behind by divine arts everywhere. There were ignited chariots, collapsed corpses, flags covered in flames, and spirit weapons stabbed into the ground.
Even further away, the slaughter was still continuing.
This world was strangely cruel. Even though Qin Mu had been in and out of the battlefield countless times, he still couldn't help being shocked when he saw the scene in front of him.
"Medical skills can't save this world."
Qin Mu shook his head. His medical skills could only save some people. If he wanted to heal all the injured on the battlefield, he would need to spend several months. There was a small battle every three days and a big battle every five days. He didn't have the ability to heal everyone.
He raised his head to look at the sky. The irregular sun in the sky gradually dimmed and turned red.
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