For Ye Yang, a novice who didn't even know a little bit of medical skills at first, after a period of experience, he finally became an excellent surgeon. Although there were some minor problems occasionally, Mr. Xuan, a tough support general
Can settle everything.
He said that if you want to become an alchemist, you must at least master the basic medical skills first. Ye Yang really wanted to go over and give him a bunch of melon seeds. Is there any direct connection between this? There is half a cent between being an alchemist and curing diseases and saving people.
Is it related to him? Ye Yang was depressed, but he couldn't defeat Mr. Xuan.
He skillfully handled the knight general's wound, carefully cleaned the blood around the wound, and then applied the medicinal herbs. Although he didn't know what effect it had, Mr. Xuan said it was useful, so Ye Yang used it all at once. As for whether it could be used
Ye Yang is not responsible for rescuing people. They are all dying. Ye Yang is just a dead horse being treated as a living horse doctor. If you die, you will not blame him. If you live, it will be considered a meritorious deed.
However, having said that, Ye Yang's eyebrows were furrowed when he was dealing with the wound. He was still frightened when he came into contact with such a serious injury. There were scars left next to the wound. The general had
It is riddled with wounds, and new wounds are connected to old wounds. This is the testimony of countless battles on the battlefield.
"You have to come alive, because I admire you!" Ye Yang muttered, and then dealt with it more carefully.
After about half an hour of touching, Ye Yang finally finished bandaging him, and the rest had to wait for him to wake up on his own.
"He lost too much blood. We need to replenish his blood quickly." Mr. Xuan's voice suddenly sounded, posing another problem to Ye Yang.
"Blood replenishing? Do you think I am the King of Hearts, or some donkey glue blood replenishing granules?"
"What the hell?" Mr. Xuan was confused.
Ye Yang was also confused. It was not easy for him to still remember so many trivial things after more than a thousand years. Even he himself admired his brain a little. He could actually have such a clear memory. It was really
It's too strong.
"It's too late. He won't survive even if it's too late."
"Um, will my blood work?" Ye Yang had no choice but to come back from his joy.
"Your blood?" Mr. Xuan asked with a questioning tone: "Your blood of the Necromancer is an exception. Your blood is hot, but you can't mess with it. He is a living person. Don't do it because of you.
His blood turned into a dead spirit."
"That's better than him dying."
"This..." Mr. Xuan was at a loss for words. In fact, Ye Yang was right. We can't wait for him to die. There is no need to worry about this issue. So what about the blood of the undead, it is still just as hot.
good.
"What, you have nothing to say?" Ye Yang asked.
"Well, if you are brave enough, take action quickly and sacrifice your dirty undead blood for your righteousness."
"Fuck you, uncle!" Ye Yang yelled angrily, then took out the dagger from the ring, pointed it at his wrist, paused, and then was covered in cold sweat. He almost committed suicide by slitting his wrist!
"Old ghost, what should I do?"
"Aren't you scolding me?"
"Stop being wordy and tell me what to do!" Ye Yang was angry. This old guy likes to haggle too much.
"Uh... cut your wrist, then cut his wrist, then force out your own blood and pump it to his wrist."
"It's so simple. How should I control my blood flow? Also, will I die?" Ye Yang was most worried about the latter.
"Death?" Mr. Xuan was a little surprised. He didn't understand why Ye Yang would ask this, so he said, "Yes, maybe you will die of excessive blood loss!"
"Depend on."
"As for how to transport blood, you should feel it yourself. You should be able to feel the blood circulation in your body."
"I'll trust you once." Ye Yang cut his wrist without hesitation. However, the wrist was not his own. He cut the Knight General's wrist first and found that no blood seeped out. He was immediately a little shocked.
Isn't the guy's blood drained out already? Even if he cuts his wrist, he won't bleed anymore. It's terrible.
Quickly cutting his wrist, Ye Yang was not afraid of anything. At the critical moment, he was still fearless in the face of danger. He felt the flow of his blood with his heart, and finally, he really noticed it.
After about a minute of touching, Ye Yang clearly felt a little dizzy and immediately asked: "Old ghost, is that enough?"
"I don't know if it's enough. I only know that you generously cut open the largest blood vessel, and then output a large amount of blood at an extremely fast speed. I estimate that you almost transfused two-thirds of your own blood to this guy.
, now his blood volume is more abundant than yours." Mr. Xuan said nonchalantly.
"Holy shit!" Thousands of words were condensed into two words. Ye Yang's mood at this moment was beyond words. In a short period of time, he uttered "Holy shit!" three times. How much of a shock must he have experienced to have such consequences?
ah.
"Don't get excited, you will faint if you get excited." Mr. Xuan reminded.
"I feel that if this continues, I will die in your hands sooner or later." Ye Yang is right. If he doesn't stop and ask Mr. Xuan, he will really have to wait until the blood dries up.
However, no one knows whether Mr. Xuan was trying to scare Ye Yang.
"Take him out of here. When you enter the country, you should bring a horse with you."
"Huh? That's right! You've been talking nonsense for so long, and finally you said something useful." Ye Yang was a little excited, and he immediately recited the exit formula silently, and soon after, his figure reappeared in the wooden house.
He quickly ran outside, spilling blood all the way.
"Boy, you don't want your life? Why don't you stop bleeding?" Mr. Xuan scolded.
"Ah?" Ye Yang was still too reckless and even forgot to take care of the wound on his wrist. Looking at the blood on the ground, Ye Yang became a little uneasy. If everyone saw this, they might be worried.
.
After simple treatment, Ye Yang felt that his wrist would still bleed, but the magical effect of herbal medicine stopped it completely.
There were several horses that were snatched from the caravan. Ye Yang valued Zhang Futong's horse. It was a good horse. It was a dark horse. Although he could not become a prince charming after riding it, the black horse could pull the horse just as well.
boom.
He went to the place where the horse was tied and untied the rope. The horse neighed at Ye Yang, and the sound cut through the night sky. However, everyone was already drunk and unconscious, so there was no need to worry about waking anyone up.
Ye Yang exaggeratedly stuffed the horse into his ring, and the ring burst out with a powerful light, and then magically took the extremely untamed black horse into it.
Looking around, Ye Yang felt that he should make up for it, otherwise he would definitely not be able to withstand the long journey of the horse. So, Ye Yang quietly walked towards the place where everyone was having the dinner.
There, there were a lot of drunkards lying around. They were all talking nonsense. I don’t know if they were asleep or awake. In short, they seemed to be having a lot of fun talking about various topics. Ye Yang’s purpose was meat!
"Tian Ming, Tian Ming, wake up and lend me the animal leg in your hand." After looking around, he found that Tian Ming was holding a big animal leg in his two hands, and the aroma of meat filled his nostrils.
His mouth was almost watering.
However, after calling a few times and getting no response, Ye Yang became rude and directly reached out to grab two of the animal's legs, then ran towards the wooden house.
On the way, Ye Yang solved one and the other. He originally wanted to solve it, but considering that a certain general in the prehistoric world was still suffering, he couldn't bear to eat and left it for him.
After making some hasty preparations, Ye Yang immediately recited the formula silently and returned to the wild world.
The scene changed a bit too fast, and Ye Yang couldn't react. Behind him, the general was still lying peacefully among the dead, but his face looked much better now. It was probably because of the blood that Ye Yang had injected.
"Old general, you are lucky if you meet me, otherwise you will die here!" Ye Yang said, reaching out to pick him up. However, at this moment, his face darkened.
This guy is so heavy!
With Ye Yang's strength, it was normal for him to lift this guy easily. However, why did this happen? Ye Yang cast his eyes on the general's armor, and then he realized that the weight of everything
, all due to the armor on his body.
Should he take it off, Ye Yang thought, not because he couldn't carry the general himself, but because he was worried that the dark horse would not be able to bear the general's weight. The problem was before him, and Ye Yang was a little depressed. The armor was already in tatters.
, I don’t know if it can be repaired. In order to save people, I can’t do so much.
Ye Yang started to take off the knight general's armor. After much hesitation, he decided to throw it into his ring. In an instant, a message came that the ring was full. The weight of this thing is really not light.
After helping the general onto his horse, Ye Yang casually tried to pull out the broad sword stuck on the ground, which should be the general's weapon. However, when he pulled it out, it did not move at all.
Ye Yang, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, was not shocked anymore. He spent a lot of effort before pulling out the broad sword from the soil. The weight of the sword was more than two hundred kilograms. Although for Ye Yang
In terms of weight, it is not too heavy, but when measured from a normal perspective, Ye Yang is caught off guard.
The sword is a good sword, and Ye Yang has no intention of throwing it away. The general will definitely look for his weapon immediately when he wakes up. The soldier treats the weapon as if it is his own life.
Seeing that there was no trace of blood on the sword, and then looking around at the bloody battlefield, Ye Yang suddenly felt a sense of awe. There was no trace of dirt on this sword.
With his back buckled at his waist, Ye Yang turned over and got on the horse's back. The horse, which was originally not docile, immediately became calm after stepping into this area. It seemed that it had been frightened and did not resist at all.
Ye Yang waved the reins and galloped away in the direction he came from.
On the way, Ye Yang felt a pang of regret in his heart and left like this. He hadn't found a useful weapon yet, so he felt really sorry for himself. It seemed that if he wanted a good sword, he could just trick Cao Juntong into coming here.
The horse's hooves stepped on the dark soil, making a rustling sound, and a gust of wind blew by. The black horse carried the two of them and ran towards the distance...
