"He was seriously injured. Don't touch him. I'm going to get the medicine." Liu Yaogu also walked out. After checking, she said seriously.
A group of people ignored Lu Yu, but Lu Yu felt at ease.
"It seems that something unexpected has happened. This journey has not been peaceful." Lu Yu frowned.
He could tell that the injured man was wearing something like a guard of the Han family. At this moment, his muscles and bones were probably broken, and he was just a hair away from death.
Lu Yu also saw many sword wounds around the Han family's guards, which were obviously man-made.
The Netherworld is such an environment. The outside world is like a jungle, full of dangers. Only in cities where humans gather can there be basic protection.
In Lu Yu's view, this group of traveling Han family members were like fat sheep, and it was normal for them to encounter unexpected events.
"Miss, you are here."
In the distance, a group of female servants suddenly saluted in unison, interrupting Lu Yu's thoughts.
The door opened again, and this time it was not a group of people who came in, but a slim woman in blue walking slowly.
Her face is as fair as jade, delicate and lovely, and her long eyelashes tremble slightly, which is pitiful.
It's like a beautiful lady walking out of a painting, with lotuses growing every step of the way, and the fragrance overflowing.
"Han Xinrou." Lu Yu murmured.
The woman in blue in front of him was the eldest lady of the Han family who rescued him.
At first, Lu Yu was still wary, but now that he saw Han Xinrou, Lu Yu couldn't help but suddenly realized.
Lu Yu could tell that Han Xinrou was a Confucian monk.
Not only that, Han Xinrou's body faintly exuded a merit that was condensed from the power of faith.
This merit is given by heaven in the dark and cannot be faked. Only those who do many good deeds can gather it.
"Huh?" Han Xinrou just walked in and immediately noticed Lu Yu's gaze.
Both of them practiced Confucianism and Taoism. Just by looking at each other, they could feel each other's awe-inspiring aura.
"It's weird, it's just an illusion." Han Xinrou shook her head immediately.
In this Netherworld, the Confucian sect is weak, and the Han family is already considered unique.
In the Netherworld, the law of the jungle is followed, and whoever has the biggest fist will obey. Confucianism cannot develop in the Netherworld at all.
Lu Yu was just saved by the Han family on the road by coincidence. How could he happen to be a Confucian monk?
"Miss!"
Han Rong stepped forward with a solemn expression: "This man's name is Han Tieniu. He is the scout we sent out to patrol. Almost all their troops were wiped out. We received a signal for help and sent people to arrive, but only this one person was found alive.
, is already dying."
Han Xinrou sighed: "Save him first, and then ask what the specific situation is."
The nervousness also infected other people present.
The female servants who were usually smiling were all silent and solemn at this time.
Liu Yaogu ordered people to bring out a bunch of bottles and cans, and first bandaged Han Tieniu's wound. Some plasters had a miraculous effect and stopped the bleeding instantly after applying them.
"Dr. Liu is worthy of being a guest. He stopped the bleeding as soon as he took action."
"It seems that Han Tieniu will wake up soon." The maids and servants around him made a sound of joy.
This is what is called medicine that cures the disease.
Liu Yaogu's face was always gloomy, her brows furrowed: "Miss, elder, he is too seriously injured. Not only is he bleeding badly, his muscles and bones are broken, but his spleen and soul are also injured. I'm afraid he won't be able to wake up in a moment."