He took off his coat, revealing the hideous wound on his chest caused by a sword. Blood was still gushing out from the wound, and because of the excessive blood loss, the mercenary had already fainted and was being supported by another person.
Feng Ye saw Ye, twisted open the cap, and poured the hemostatic medicine on the wound. He poured out a lot, and in an instant, the hemostatic medicine covered the wound. For a moment, the blood did not gush out. Following that, he poured some into his palm and pressed it together with his palm on the wound.
Everyone watched, and for a moment, did not speak. They only felt their hearts in their mouths. When they saw that as time passed, the small palm pressing on the chest did not seep out any blood, they could not help but widen their eyes, revealing an expression of disbelief.
"How, how is this possible? That hemostatic medicine actually, actually stopped the bleeding? "
They were all people who lived on the edge of a knife, and naturally knew that this wound had injured the main artery, and the amount of blood gushing out was huge. Even if medicine was poured down, it would not be able to stop it. With this kind of injury, there was an eighty to ninety percent chance of death, but they did not expect …
Feng Ye pressed on that person's chest, did not speak, and only stared at his palm. After a while, he withdrew his hand, only to see that the bleeding wound had been stopped by the hemostatic medicine, and there was no more blood gushing out.
When the small child saw this, he could not help but smile proudly at the mercenaries: "How is it? I told you that this hemostatic medicine is very powerful, right? "
His niece was the Ghost Doctor, very powerful. He had tried this medicine before, and it was really very useful. If it were not for this group of mercenaries risking their lives to protect them, he would not bear to take it out!
In mid-air, the man sitting on the white crane looked down at the scene below, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. Especially, when he looked at the familiar bottle reflecting the sunlight, and then looked at the child, his expression became more and more strange.
If he remembered correctly, that bottle seemed to be Fengjiu's. Her bottle was different from ordinary medicine bottles, and was very recognizable. But how could such a small child hold Fengjiu's hemostatic medicine? And he even said that this medicine was refined by his niece? Such a powerful hemostatic medicine was clearly refined by Fengjiu, okay?
"Cap-Captain, it's really stopped …" A mercenary said in disbelief.
Xu Yan's heart trembled. He looked deeply at Feng Ye, and cupped his hands: "Young Master, please save them."
Feng Ye's hand was stained with blood, so he handed the bottle in his hand: "You feed them yourself! I want to wash my hands. " As he spoke, he turned around and ran to Zhao Yang, "Yang Yang, my hands are covered in blood. I want to wash my hands."
Zhao Yang silently took out a water bag from the space and poured some water for him to wash his hands. Seeing that there were some small wounds on his body caused by Qi Gang, he said, "Master, you are also injured. Let me help you apply some medicine first!"
His mouth: "Fengjiu," Feng Ye's, Feng Ye, Feng, Feng, Feng, Feng, Feng, Feng, His, I, I, and now, I, I, it, by the pain, I.
The corner of the man's mouth twitched. He patted the white crane lightly and descended from the sky. He walked to Feng Ye's side and stared at him: "It's just a flesh wound on your body. You'll be fine after applying medicine. It won't hurt to death."
"Who said that? Pain can kill people. Otherwise, why would people talk about pain? "
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