Chapter 243
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The treatment process was carried out in an orderly manner, just like the countless battles Jun Wu Xie had gone through in her past life. At this moment, Jun Wu Xie's mind was only calm.
Slowly expelling the poisoned blood, Jun Wu Xie's eyes were cold and clear. Every once in a while, she would give Mo Qian Yuan a blood replenishing elixir and a small cup of warm water to nourish him. With Mo Qian Yuan's severe injuries, Jun Wu Xie was unable to provide him with a large amount of nourishment. With his body's condition, he would not be able to withstand the excessive nourishment and it would only accelerate the spread of the poison in his blood.
As the poisoned blood slowly flowed out from Mo Qian Yuan's body, the bedding under him had been dyed a dark red, and a faint stench was emanating from it.
When the blood gradually turned bright red, Jun Wu Xie began to feed Mo Qian Yuan a large amount of blood replenishing elixir. But water was still not enough, she could only feed him slowly, bit by bit.
Mo Qian Yuan lay motionless on the bed, the broken bones in his body would not be easily moved. After Jun Wu Xie had stabilised the condition of his internal organs, she immediately started to treat the four severed tendons and arteries. The wounds were so deep that the bone could be seen and the dark red flesh was exposed. Jun Wu Xie took out a silver needle and ran a translucent thread thinner than a strand of hair through the needle. She sewed up the exposed tendons and tendons of his hands and feet.
This was the first time Drunk Lotus had seen someone who could sew up tendons and veins. His eyes widened as he watched with great interest. The more he watched, the more he felt that his Mistress's medical skills were unfathomable.
Jun Wu Xie's hands were steady and fast, the severed tendons and arteries were quickly sewn up. She then changed to another needle and continued to sew up the wounds.
A living person, in the hands of Jun Wu Xie, had become a rag doll, sewn and mended. But it was such a simple task, and it gradually brought back Mo Qian Yuan's declining life.
First the organs, then the tendons, followed by the broken bones.
After Jun Wu Xie sewed up all the wounds on Mo Qian Yuan's body, she applied a rapid healing ointment and the ghastly wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Jun Wu Xie then unceremoniously placed splints on Mo Qian Yuan's body, allowing the straightened bones to knit back together.
For half a day, Jun Wu Xie was racing against time with the Grim Reaper. It was not until the sun had set that she finally left the bedside.
As for Mo Qian Yuan, his face was still pale, but his aura was getting stronger. But he was covered in splints and bandages, looking extremely wretched.
"Call in the guards outside." Jun Wu Xie's face was pale as she sat down on a chair at the side. She had just sat down when a fragrant cup of tea was served before her eyes.
She raised her head up slightly and her eyes met with Jun Wu Yao's eyes that seemed to be smiling and yet not smiling. She was slightly taken aback and took the tea rather stiffly. She lowered her head and took a sip, to moisten her dry throat.
Mo Qian Yuan had not been treated for too long. In her past life, she had stood before the operating table for three consecutive days and nights without a wink of sleep. After a few consecutive operations, she had to be carried out of the operating theatre on a stretcher.
During the treatment process, she did not feel tired at all. As long as she stood in front of the target she decided to treat, she would immediately become a terrifyingly calm medical machine.
She wouldn't feel anything until it was over.
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