Blue Sky Sword Chapter 29

Feng Yin stopped to manually adjust the medicine, and instead used a large pot to boil the herbs directly, and found another Tsing Yiwei to look at the stove: "Don't set the fire too high, and don't set the fire too low."

This Tsing Yi looked bewildered: ? ? ?

How does this work?

Just put your hand in to test the temperature, and then start to precisely control the current temperature, and then put your arm in and try again...

I have to say that this job is too difficult for this dear man.

Feng Yin went back to the room and quickly dispensed the prepared ointment.

At the same time as it was in his hand, a trace of the Spiritual Transformation Sutra's spiritual power quietly entered the large mass of ointment on hand, and immediately moved his hand like the wind, brushing the ball into hundreds of small black balls.

Twisted and turned.

The spiritual power in each of these pills is only about one-twentieth of the one that was eaten by Why Necessary: ​​I have worked hard to study that magical medicine, but I have not yet succeeded in developing it. These are only slightly effective, but the efficacy is stronger than the real one. The magic medicine is a half-failure.

This statement, combined with the previous rhetoric, is a perfect match, echoing back and forth, and seamless.

There are many such things. After all, who knows how many times they have studied it in the past two years?

Then he ordered to take out the medicine bowl in the store, prepared a large bowl of steaming bitter medicine soup and brought it out.

"One should take a sip of medicinal soup and take a medicine for one person who is seriously injured and internally injured. It may save his life and make him angry."

Feng Yin commanded: "Immediately, immediately!"

"it is good!"

Tsing Yi Wei, like Feng Lunyin, hurried and cautiously walked past with a medicine bowl and pills.

Tsing Yiwei, who was feeding the medicine, was very experienced in feeding medicine. One supported his companion, the other pinched the man's nose, opened his mouth with a flexible finger movement, and then gushed the medicine in one gulp.

Before he could be scalded or screamed bitterly, a pill had already entered his mouth.

Seeing that his fingers were hooked, his chin closed with a click, and he immediately squeezed his mouth. As soon as his nose blew out, he went down with a thud, even the pills and the medicinal soup...

At this time, the wounded person's scalding sound: "I... crap!"

finally blurted out.

I only felt that my throat was scalded and peeled off a layer of skin.

At this stall, life is at stake, and one second late may lead to death. How can you be gentle and hot or not.

After taking the medicine smoothly and taking effect quickly, the wounded felt something like burning coals rushing down his throat. He immediately sweated all over his body, and a warm current poured into his meridians.

But in the sight of a cup of tea, all the wounded who took the medicine felt refreshed, and felt a warm feeling in their chests and abdomens.

Although it will definitely not be cured in an instant, it is already certain that his life can be preserved without hindrance. At least, this breath is hanging.

Even the critically wounded who were in a coma and had lost most of their lives had already breathed a sigh of relief; groaning faintly, they regained their senses.

In Fengyin's opinion, these effects only saved one life, and were of no use to the recovery of the injury.

But in the eyes of others, it is already an immortal method!

This is more than just endless life and endless anger, it's just an instant effect, and the soul will continue to live!

Some of those who recovered better tried to struggle on their own and gave the hospital beds to those with more serious injuries.

"First...help me up first, I'll sit by myself against the wall over there, this bed is for other brothers."

"I'm fine, don't occupy the bed, you won't die if you lean against the wall for a while."

"Don't make ink, hurry up! Can't you see the severity of the injury? I can scold you so much that I'm so angry, what are you scoffing at?"

The dozen or so wounded who were the first to take the medicine pill, were carried by others, hugged by others, or staggered on their own, all silently bowed to Feng Yin before moving to the wall.

These silent military salutes made Feng Yin feel a little inexplicable in his heart.

It also became more serious.

Looking at the group of wounded who moved out of the place, they carefully sat down against the wall one by one, as if trying to minimize the space they took up. Feng Yin was inexplicably touched in his heart.

Because only they know that the wounded are definitely more than the ones in front of them.

There are many more to follow.

He quickly recovered. When a large number of wounded people arrived, he would reach out to help if he could. If he couldn't help, he would go outside and rest against the wall. He couldn't stay in the yard for long.

Every place, including the place I am leaning on now, is the life of a brother!

Serious internal injuries, priority treatment, severe bleeding, priority treatment.

There is no need to order the arrangement from the wind seal. Even the wounded have already been sorted out, and some people are desperately shrinking back: "I can wait for a while, sir, deal with him first..."

This kind of humility makes Feng Yin, an outsider, feel warm in his heart.

Although they humbly and scolded people one by one, the true feelings in it can be heard and seen by everyone.

"Come on, don't make any ink! If you die, you owe me the fifty taels of silver, who will I go to!"

"That's right, I remembered when I heard this, Mr. Wang, why didn't your mother come up to treat your injuries and shrink back? I tell you, if you die, the money I owe you will definitely be revoked!"

The heat flowed in Feng Yin's heart.

These guys are really cute.

And this style is said to have been passed down by the Great Venerable Qingming back then.

It is said that when Qingming was seriously injured at the same time as his brother, he just shoved the last wound medicine into his brother's mouth.

The reason is: lest I die and not receive the bill.

Afterwards, he lay on the hospital bed, nibbling on the apple that his brother had cut with tears, and summoned all the executives of Rainbow Tianyi to give lectures.

"This **** owes me money and hasn't paid it back. I just desperately tried to find him to come back. Why do you do this? Naturally there is a reason... This is also for you, to set an example."

"It's not easy for my brothers, and it's even harder to make money. They work hard every day with their heads in their hands, first for the empire, for their faith, and second, for their wives, children and parents."

"On the battlefield, it is right to save each other's lives. However, brothers are brothers, and money is money; if you borrow money, no matter your position, no matter how much credit, if you fail to pay your debts, or rely on brotherly feelings If you give it, all will be fired! Such a person, even if he has been injured 10,000 times for his brother, is not worthy of staying in my Rainbow Sky Clothes!"

"Because, you and your brother are brothers, but your brother's family is not your brother! You can't let your brother have a conflict with his wife for the sake of your brother's relationship, and you can't let your brother for your loyalty. Let his own children not be able to eat! This section needs to be remembered clearly!"

"Rainbow Tianyi, brothers can trust each other with their lives, but brothers don't owe anything! This is the rule!"

"I am in Qingming for one day, and this rule is valid for one day!"

This has also led to the strange phenomenon that Fengyin sees now: they can ignore each other's life and death for each other's sake, but they talk about money one by one, they are like people in the market.

In addition to these serious internal injuries, the rest of the external injuries were handled without the need for wind seals, and most of them were handled by Tsing Yiwei themselves.

After all, those injuries are basically broken arms, legs, and ribs. Although there are differences in the treatment and treatment, there is not so much attention to the treatment of injuries in the military. It is more about the pursuit of efficiency. , which is an alternative embodiment of a long illness becoming a doctor.

Except for those who were directly cut off, there was no way to do it, and the others were just broken bones. Once they were clamped with a wooden board, and an ointment was applied, they would basically be healed after a while.

So the whole yard was like slaughtering pigs, and those who couldn't help screaming out loud would definitely attract a bunch of people to laugh at them.

"What are you shouting, does it hurt so much? Isn't it just bitten by a mosquito."

Seeing that his comrade's life was safe, all kinds of jokes flew up, laughing and cursing, and there was no pressure at all.

Fengyin's medicinal soup and pills are so powerful, how could Tsing Yiwei give up one and the other and let him help deal with the trauma?

That is putting the cart before the horse.

After the tense one was dealt with, about half an hour later, all the wounded in this wave had already been dealt with.

The whole process was busy, and the few men in Tsing Yi who did not stop for a moment sat on the ground, sweating like rain, but their faces looked relieved.

"Thank you, Mr. Feng!" Both the wounded and the man in Tsing Yi who sent the wounded back, all said in unison.

Looking at Feng Yin's eyes, she was full of gratitude.

Everyone knows in their hearts that if it wasn't for the rejuvenation of Fengyin's wonderful hand, the magical effect of the elixir, the dozens of brothers sent today would have died at least a dozen.

There are still many who have to lose the future of martial arts.

Now, not only has not one died, but the origin of martial arts has not been damaged, which is an incredible miracle.

Yes, it's a miracle, and it's an out-and-out miracle when you put it anywhere!

"Sir, do you dare to ask if you still have this secret medicine?" The headed man in Tsing Yi walked to Fengyin and said respectfully.

"There are still medicines."

"That...that's great." Tsing Yi said with joy: "Can you take more...this..."

"Although this medicine has a rapid onset of action~www.mtlnovel.com~, it mainly stimulates the potential of human life. You can only take one tablet a day. If there is too much, it will cause a great burden on the body and will be harmful and unhelpful."

"After all, this is just when I was refining medicinal pills before, and I didn't completely refine the waste medicine. Although it is somewhat effective, the toxicity in the medicine still exists. Therefore, you can't eat more."

Fengyin said lightly: "As long as these brothers who are injured now, as long as they are angry, they can recuperate in a leisurely manner. It is an immortal method to recover in one day. I don't have that ability!"

"Yes, yes, Mr. is very right, I think left." The man in Tsing Yi didn't think he was embarrassed at all, but he showed even more respect on his face.

Waste medicine can be brought back to life, so if the real magic medicine is successfully refined...?

"My medicine also has some good points. Those with internal injuries, if they feel that their state has improved, they can try to stand up and move around, exercise and heal themselves, stimulate life potential, save lives, and benefit themselves; I estimate that some wounded will come after a while. Everyone needs to help." Feng Yin said.

"Yes, Mr. is right."

When he turned around and walked away, the man in Tsing Yi almost felt like he was in a dream.

It has always been internal injuries that are more difficult to heal than traumatic injuries; it has always been that patients with internal injuries are better cared for.

But when it comes to this Mr. Feng, it seems that everything is reversed.

For those with internal injuries, they have to make the bed for a rest...

The injured do not need to move.

This too goes against common sense, against cognition, right?

Listening to what Mr. Feng meant, he planned to wait for the next batch of wounded to come, so that the current batch of wounded with serious internal injuries could help with their work? !

Hey, this is too daring to think about it...

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