The despairing faces of the two big men suddenly burst out with a ray of hope. They looked up into the distance and saw an old man wearing a yellow-brown pharmacist's brocade robe walking towards them.
The old man was about fifty years old, with fair hair and a childish face, clear facial features, twinkling eyes, and a lively appearance. There was a young man beside him.
Everyone around looked at the old man with eyes filled with admiration and envy.
Long Qingyue looked at the old man curiously, thinking that the old man named Hong Qin must have good medical skills.
"Master Hong, please save my brother. He was bitten by a third-level poisonous spider during training." A big man ran to the old man's side, bursting into tears and barely kneeling down.
After hearing this, Hong Qin stepped forward and comforted him kindly, "Get out of the way and let me take a look."
After hearing this, everyone quickly made way for him. Hong Qin walked up to the injured man and checked the injury. Finally, his eyes fell on the man's right arm, and finally he sighed softly: "It's not impossible to save him."
Maybe, it’s just his right hand that he can’t keep.”
The two big men looked puzzled.
"This man's right arm was bitten by a poisonous spider. The only solution now is to cut off the poisoned right arm to ensure that the poison will not continue to erode his heart. Otherwise, even Daluo Jinxian will be unable to do anything." Hong Qin said.
The man's right arm was completely black, and there were two bloody holes in the wound in the middle. The skin and flesh were turned outwards, and the blood flowing out of them was all black.
As soon as this sound came out, everyone couldn't help but sigh.
If an ordinary person breaks his arm, it will cause inconvenience in life and physical and mental trauma. However, if a spiritual master breaks his right arm holding a sword, it proves that that person may not be able to become a spiritual master again in this life.
, but became a useless person.
For cultivators, this is simply worse than life.
The two big men looked at each other, as if they didn't know what to do for a moment, they froze there, and the originally tense atmosphere became more solemn.
Hong Qin said calmly: "Whether you want to save your life or your right arm, you two can decide for yourself."
Hong Qin's words were like a thunderbolt hitting the hearts of the two big men. After the two men reacted, they looked at each other and saw determination in each other's eyes, and then said in unison: "If you lose your life, you still need that right arm."
What are you doing? Please ask Master Hong to come to your rescue. I will be extremely grateful and will repay your great kindness by working hard all my life!"
Hong Qin nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that these two knew how to choose. Although it was a pity to have his arm broken, there was no better way now.
As the saying goes, it is better to live than to die.
Hong Qin squatted down, tore off the clothes on the injured man's right arm, took out a bottle of medicinal powder and sprinkled it on the man's arm. A burst of black smoke was seen coming out, and then he took out a pill with a strong aroma and fed it to him.
into the person's mouth.
I saw that the man's originally gray-white face had regained a trace of blood, and the color of his purple-black lips had slowly faded.
Everyone was amazed when they saw this, it was indeed Master Hong.
Long Qingyue also stood aside and watched quietly. Master Hong did have a good hand. She had seen such detoxifying and hemostatic pills before. When she saw the color and quality of the pill, she knew it was not ordinary.
However, if she took action, the man could be saved without having to break his arm.
"Although I have temporarily suppressed the toxins in his body, I can only hold it for half a stick of incense. You should carry him in quickly," Hong Qin said.
