He could heal her wounds just by licking them casually, and his blood had miraculous repairing abilities. Why did his wounds need to be bandaged?!
Using a cotton towel to wipe away the remaining blood on his hands, Zi Tong let go of his palm, took out a blood-replenishing pill from the ring, and handed it to him.
"Eat this!"
Beichen didn't move his hands, he just opened his lips.
After giving him a blank look, she finally raised her hand and stuffed the pill into his mouth.
The wound can be recovered, but the lost blood cannot be recovered immediately. In order to help Meng Fusheng recover from the wound, Beichen lost far more blood than an ordinary person can donate at one time. No matter how strong a person is, he will feel uncomfortable after losing too much blood.
After doing all this, Zi Tong's eyes turned to Meng Fusheng again, and her fingers fell on his wrist.
Meng Fusheng's pulse was a little weak, but still stable. The situation was much better than she imagined. With her fingers retracted, Zi Tong took out two more pills from her body and handed them to Zi Tu.
"Feed these two pills to him." Zi Tong raised his eyes and looked at Beichen and Weiyang, "Thank you both."
This time, Meng Fusheng's operation went so smoothly, thanks to the help of the two of them.
"Tongtong, where did you learn this method of healing injuries?" Wei Yang asked curiously.
Cutting skin and setting bones was definitely the first time he had heard and seen this practice.
Zi Tong smiled lightly, "Secret!"
Weiyang wanted to ask again, but Beichen had already spoken, "It's time for you to go!"
"I haven't said goodbye to Little Tongtong yet!" Weiyang walked up to Zitong with a smile, "I have helped you so much today, do you want to treat me to dinner tonight?"
Purple Eyes raised her lips, "I'm going to the Tongque Tower tonight, I beg you two to enjoy it!"
No matter what, the two of them helped her a lot today, and it was always appropriate to say thank you.
She must treat this meal!
"My Tongtong is so heroic!" Weiyang walked out and opened the door, "Senior brother, you should go too!"
Beichen reached out with his right arm and hooked Zi Tong's waist. He took her to the stone bench outside the courtyard and placed her on the chair. He looked sideways at Wei Yang and said, "Let's compete again!"
"You think I'm afraid of you?!" Weiyang smiled, swayed, and turned into a shadow.
Beichen also flew up almost at the same time, and their figures quickly disappeared behind the roof.
Zi Tong looked at the place where the two disappeared and raised her eyebrows slightly, but did not get up. The high-intensity surgery took a lot of energy from her mental and physical strength. Now, she is indeed very tired.
After a while, Zi Tu came out of the door.
"Miss, Young Master Meng is awake."
Zi Tong's face lit up with joy, and she immediately stood up and walked through the door.
Sure enough, he saw that Meng Fusheng was fully dressed and lying on the pillow, covered with a thin quilt. Although his face was still a little pale, his eyes were open and he was in good spirits.
When he saw her, he stretched his arms and stood up.
"Don't move!" Zi Tong immediately raised her hand to signal him not to move, raised her hand to peel off the thin quilt on his leg, took a gold needle in her hand, and gently touched his calf.
Before she could ask, Meng Fusheng exclaimed with joy, "I feel it, Zi Tong, I feel pain, please stab me again!"
Zi Tong removed the golden needle and stabbed it gently on his other leg.
"It hurts, it really hurts!" Meng Fusheng's face showed an expression of ecstasy, "Purple pupil, it hurts, it hurts so much, ha... It's great, I can feel it again..."
Pain is definitely not a comfortable feeling.
But for Meng Fusheng, the pain in his legs at this moment is definitely the happiest pain in the world.