Guards Fox: Miracle doctor mother lost her horse again

Chapter 728

Qinghui's wound was delayed for a long time.

Because it was not sutured in time and there was not enough elixir to help the wound heal.

The skin and flesh at the wound were just wide open. The blood supply to the skin was insufficient, and the superficial layer of flesh and blood had become necrotic, turning a terrifying black-gray color.

Necrotic flesh and blood cannot be retained, otherwise there is a risk of decay and inflammation.

Yun Luo cut open the wound with a knife, accurately separated the necrotic flesh and skin, and quickly cut it off.

The pain of cutting flesh is as painful as heartbreaking!
Even though Qinghui has fallen into a deep coma, his body still has instinctive feelings without anesthesia.

He was covered in cold sweat from the pain, and the muscles all over his body tensed unconsciously, twitching from time to time.

Yun Luo has performed too many surgical operations in modern times, and has long been accustomed to it. He uses the dagger like a scalpel without affecting efficiency at all.

Qing Ling watched the tragic surgery scene, her eyes were red, her face turned pale, she covered her mouth and did not dare to speak.

Qing Lan even stopped the others, not daring to let them see her.

Soon, Yun Luo finished cleaning the wound. The spiritual spring water washed away the blood and also disinfected it.

She picked up the "needle and thread" she had prepared long ago, inserted a needle into the flesh, sewed flexibly and quickly, and moved the needle quickly to seal the open wound tightly.

"Uh...uh..."

The pain seemed even more unbearable than cutting flesh.

Qinghui's facial features were all wrinkled, and he was covered in cold sweat, soaking the animal skin underneath him.

Will this really save him?
He looked as if he was in more pain than before...

Tears welled up in Qing Ling's eyes, and she bit her lip, feeling extremely tormented in her heart.

But something incredible happened.

As the wound was quickly sutured, the bleeding gradually stopped, leaving only some blood beads leaking out.

Stitching it up...can actually stop the bleeding...? !

What's the point of this?
Qing Ling's eyes widened in disbelief. Yun Luo had already stitched the last stitch and cut the thread with the dagger.

She finally rinsed the wound and the blood on her hands with spiritual spring water, raised her head and said, "Bring the jar of medicine." "Oh!"

Qing Ling ran over quickly.

The herbs in the jar have been boiled for a long time and are very hot.

She didn't care that it was hot, so she wrapped it in clothes and brought it over, "Sister Yunluo, here it is."

Yun Luo lowered his head and glanced inside the jar, moved his fingertips, sprinkled a layer of medicinal powder on it, and then asked: "Are any of you an ice attribute warrior?"

"I, I am." A girl stood up timidly.

"Get some ice cubes out and give the medicine to cool down."

The girl was stunned for a moment before she realized what she was doing. She quickly stretched out her hand, holding back all her strength, and her spiritual power surged out of her palm and turned into a crystal clear ice-edge flower.

Yun Luo placed the medicine jar on the ice edge flower.

Soon, the hot herbal juice in the jar began to cool down and solidified into a light green paste.

Qing Ling and others looked at it with surprise and curiosity, wanting to ask but not daring to ask.

When the paste was almost solidified, Yun Luo scooped out a dollop and applied a thick layer on Qinghui's wound.

This ointment has analgesic, hemostatic and cooling effects.

Qinghui's tense body gradually relaxed, his wrinkled facial features gradually relaxed, his eyebrows relaxed, his breathing became steady, and he fell into a deep sleep.

"It's okay. Let him rest for a night. He will probably wake up tomorrow."

Yun Luo checked it one last time, turned around and said.

"call……"

A sound of relief suddenly sounded in the cave.

Seeing Qinghui's breath stabilized, everyone couldn't help but feel like they were surviving a disaster.

Qing Ling wiped her eyes, smiled through tears, and said with gratitude: "Sister Yunluo, thank you!"

(End of this chapter)