The three of them gathered around the desk, each other's faces showing solemnity.
The next thing they have to do is very simple, that is, open the abdominal cavity of the mud demon and try to remove the parasitic monster insects.
It's easy to say, but difficult to do.
Li Changan grabbed a short knife with a palm-length handle and a thin blade, and grilled it repeatedly on the brazier.
During the days of wandering around the world, he had actually done a lot of work of disemboweling people, whether they were monsters or humans.
But this time it's different.
Not for "killing", but for "saving"!
It is rare for a Taoist priest to feel weak.
Surgery is a highly technical skill.
"Brother Dao?"
In hesitation, the two people next to him turned their searching eyes.
Li Changan nodded slightly.
There is no one else around now, so I try my best to do what I can.
Fortunately, he vaguely remembered that he had watched a TV series, which contained scenes about open surgery. While trying to remember, he followed the memory and used the knife from Nibao's chest.
As soon as the blade of the knife penetrated the skin, Feng Chong beside him hurriedly sprinkled talisman water on the wound, which contained the "Bleeding Curse of Forbidding Knife Injuries".
After all, a qualified operation must be able to stop the bleeding even if the knife can be performed.
Medical skills are not enough to make up for it.
But Feng Chong also admitted that this technique was only used on humans, and he didn't know how effective it was on monsters.
Fortunately, the wound was still bleeding like a spring at first, but after the water went down, the bleeding gradually stopped.
it works!
The three of them breathed a sigh of relief in unison.
The Taoist priest continued to use the knife carefully, and drew a V shape from the lower edge of both chests.
But at this moment, he remembered with embarrassment that the drama he was watching seemed to be a suspense mystery drama. Therefore, that part of the plot was not about surgery, but about dissecting a corpse. What was to be opened was not the abdomen, but the chest cavity.
.
Uh...youkai's vitality should be relatively strong, right?
Having already made it this far, it would be unreasonable to want to stop.
The Taoist priest was cruel and followed his original plan, then cut the knife from the tip of the V, which is the xiphoid process, and cut through the skin and flesh all the way to the navel.
As I said before, Li Changan was very experienced in disemboweling people. This knife put aside any hesitation and cut only the skin and flesh without damaging the internal organs. It was extremely clean and crisp.
When it's done, put the knife away.
Li Changan held both sides of the wound.
"are you ready?"
Bo Ziyu rubbed his pale and numb face, Feng Chong lowered his eyes and recited "Infinite Heavenly Lord".
Immediately.
The Taoist priest opened Nibao's abdominal cavity.
…………
Torches, lamps, candles, and more than ten light sources shine brightly, making the area around the desk as bright as day.
On the desk in the center of the light.
The liver, gallbladder, spleen, kidneys, stomach... are all visible at a glance in the tiny abdominal cavity of Nidaba, which is as small as a baby's. With its gentle breathing, it slowly trembles in the thick plasma.
Parasitic monsters have replaced the intestinal system, and the long and slender insect body snakes are coiled in it. They seem to be unaccustomed to being exposed to the air, like a snake waking up from hibernation and squirming and trembling instinctively.
And the soul-fixing needle quietly landed in the center of the "worm circle".
"The magic is truly mysterious. A mere short needle can suppress the demonic insects and prevent them from hurting anyone."
Bo Ziyu once pushed the insect corpse all the way into the Yamen, and he was used to being disgusted by it. Now that he was so close to Chi Chi, his expression did not change. Instead, he marveled at the soul-fixing needle that had penetrated the insect's body.
Li Changan was there, and he didn't feel the slightest bit of embarrassment about being exposed.
"Little Doyle, I can't hold on for long, I have to trouble fellow Daoist Feng to set up a ban."
Feng Chong took a deep look at him, but he was so thick-skinned that he could only grunt twice, wrap his pen in cinnabar, and draw a talisman on the insect's body.
A talisman that seals away demonic insects.
Immediately.
The Taoist priest took off the soul-fixing needle and used a short knife to pick up the evil insect.
The head of this bug is connected to the mud devil's stomach, the tail is connected to the mud devil's anus, and fine tentacles protrude from the body links, like roots that "grow" into the mud devil's internal organs.
Li Changan tried to cut off the tentacles connected to the kidneys, but as soon as the knife was cut, the tentacles suddenly curled up, and the kidneys immediately spasmed, oozing out fine drops of blood.
It seems that cutting off the tentacles may also destroy the kidneys.
Li Changan had no choice but to turn the blade of his knife towards the insect body.
But this time.
All the tentacles of the demonic insect curled up at the same time, and the mud demon almost broke free from the confinement under the severe pain.
This situation is really like a hedgehog, giving Li Changan nowhere to start.
Watching the two people, Bo Ziyu murmured while Feng Chong pondered for a while and then suddenly spoke.
"If you can't use a knife, can you use medicine?"
"Fellow Taoist, are you trying to fight fire with fire?"
Feng Chong did not rush to answer, but instead asked an irrelevant question first.
"Does Brother Tao know about facial sores?"
What a coincidence.
Not only did Li Changan know about this facial sore, but he also treated it. To be precise, he encountered it once with the cheap master Liu Laodao.
The past events of that first time travel.
The master and apprentice were passing through a small town.
There was a businessman inside who had a strange sore on his arm. The sore looked like a human face, with eyes, ears, mouth and nose intact. What was even more strange was that the sore on his face could still eat and drink. After drinking alcohol, he would blush like a human.
The businessman also sought medical advice at first, but the famous doctors nearby were unable to do anything about it. In addition, it was not painful or itchy, and it seemed to have no harm to the body, so the businessman left him alone.
But gradually.
The sore swelled from the size of a finger to the size of a palm. He began to drink fine wine and eat delicious food. When he was not satisfied, he would yell at the people around him, but his curses managed to get into the most embarrassing part of people's hearts. Many times, the businessman was so tired that he almost ate it.
lawsuit.
The businessman couldn't bear the trouble, so he had to spend a lot of money to seek medical treatment. It happened that Liu Laodao was passing by with Li Chang'an, so he agreed immediately.
Liu Laodao's method of treating this man's facial scar is very simple.
First, get some wine and get it drunk, then take it to the medicine shop and stuff the medicinal herbs into its mouth one after another. When people are drunk, they will accept all the medicinal ingredients that come to them, but they will vomit the few rare medicinal ingredients in their mouths.
Liu Laodao picked out these medicines and boiled a bowl of bitter soup for it to drink.
Just for a moment.
The medicine will cure the sore.
…
"It's exactly what Brother Dao said."
Feng Chong explained.
"This facial sore is actually the diseased energy in the human body turning into a demon." (No, I'm not talking nonsense)
"So people with facial sores transformed by wind-cold will not eat Plantain; those transformed by dysentery will not eat coptis; those transformed by golden malnutrition will not eat Platycodon grandiflorum." (ibid.)
"I often hear that some alchemists specially induce disease energy to turn into demons to cure some strange diseases."
Bo Ziyu's eyes lit up after hearing this.
"Daozhang Feng is saying that we can use the same method to treat facial sores to deal with this monster?!"
But he immediately frowned.
"But scars on people's faces are diseases, but this monster is an insect. Can the two be confused?"
Feng Chong smiled and didn't answer, just pointed at the tail of the demon worm.
"Just wait and see, you two."
The Taoist priest took a closer look and found that this section of the insect body was quite different from other parts. The insect body was whiter, and this part was redder; the insect body was smooth, but here it was wrinkled, more like a section of... intestines?
Is it possible...
Li Changan had a flash of inspiration.
It’s not that bugs got into the body and ate the intestines. It’s that the plague turned the intestines into bugs?!
"Since fellow Taoist pointed this out," the Taoist priest looked at Feng Chong, "I guess there must be a wonderful way?"
Feng Chong nodded slightly.
"There is indeed a method, but it is slightly dangerous and requires someone with quick eyes and quick hands to protect it."
Li Changan did his part.
"I come."
Feng Chong nodded and said again.
"Furthermore, my method needs to be spoken. The monster has a mouth but cannot speak. And it cannot let go of the restrictions rashly. It also needs someone to act as a medium."
Said.
Both of their eyes turned to Bo Ziyu, who looked stunned.