Chapter 415:

Many people in the room wrote down the prescriptions that the nine priests later read, and the little priest even said the amount of the drug ingredients.
This makes everyone incredible and feels that this little priest is a little crazy.
Yes, it is a bit crazy, not stupid.
No one would think that the little priest was stupid, unless it was a stupid person, and why the little priest did this, and everyone had a different opinion.
The song priest gently sighed, and the corner of his eyes opened a little smile. "That little witch is very good."
"Oh? How?" The wooden city owner had long been curious about the little priest's move.
The song is light and green, and "the herbs that he said, even if we don't have all of them, we can basically find the market in the trading market after the test. I have a hunch that it will be a very good witch prescription."
The wooden city owner laughed, "Birth is better than that?"
"Oh, that child, he is also the ability of the scorpion. Although our wood city is famous for its treatment and poisoning, we are relying on all kinds of plants that we can control. We can talk about the ability to refine witchcraft. It’s better than Wucheng, it’s the sound city, and we don’t necessarily compare it.

The wooden city lord listened to his own high priest so degraded and even nodded. "Even after we lost the friendship of the longevity Muzu, our ability is back."
"Well. The blood will continue to be thinner and thinner. Our people are more numerous than other Shangcheng soldiers. But not only do we have more than 70% of our people born, we have no blood, and we have left. The 30% of the 30% of the students who can break through to the middle level and above, and the ones that can break through to the advanced level are few and far between. In the long run..."
"The high priest of the Chaoge, you are telling me that we cannot rely too much on our ability in the future, right?"
"Not only that, we have to think a lot about the 70% of the people who can't be awakened. And Jiuyuan not only has the junior to advanced ordinary warrior training method of non-sacred blood warriors, but now I can see that their witch medicine standards are too early. In general, the city is on the stage. "The pilgrimage to the Wucheng stand, the expression is like a smile," "Wucheng twelve priests, except for the witch, the curse is the most embarrassing one, he spent a lifetime to find the disciple. How could it be ordinary people?"
The city of Mucheng involuntarily looked at the juvenile priest and the ninth leader. Unfortunately, the territory of Mucheng and Jiuyuan did not border, otherwise it would form a good alliance.
Chaoge suddenly smiled and said: "Tucheng has some territory bordering us."
"Oh, the Princess of Mucheng doesn't want to go on with his older brother. It's better to send her back." The raft that had been listening to the ear was crowded.
The wooden city owner slaps his head and is very helpless: "What did the Princess of the Princess say to your older brother?"
At the beginning, he was bent on his own way. He had to find a noble wife for the disabled son. As a result, Tucheng sent their long princess, but the princess was obviously reluctant, and he had not been close to Muyuan for so many years. It made his son even more disheartened.
Wood pouted, "She cried with her big brother and said that we would not help the city."
"What did your big brother say?"
Muxi proudly said: "I didn't say anything about Big Brother. I told her that she would give her a big brother a peace of mind, or if Tucheng can cure her big brother, then we will help Tucheng."
"Doing a mess", the town of Mucheng City drove his son away.
After the hibiscus eyes turned, he decided to stimulate the wife who stimulated his older brother.
As the singer got up, Luo had already invited everyone to judge the effect of the priests watching the witch medicine in the past. Mucheng is going to compete for this time, but it is not him who wants to see the song.
Strictly, I have always felt that this world has many similarities with the world of his predecessors.
For example, in poor and backward places, hemostasis may be just a touch of mud, or by means of fire, you can find some hemostatic herbs that are God bless, but after reaching the height of the upper city, the treatment will not be so rough, not only effective. A good witch medicine can be used, and a healing person can serve you. Of course, the latter still has to be able to enjoy the status and status to a certain extent.
The test of witchcraft between the cities has undoubtedly revealed the highest level of medical technology in this land, no matter how different its production process.
The wounds of eleven slaves are not small. The ordinary small wounds can stop bleeding as long as they are oppressed. It doesn't matter if you don't take the medicine, but if you reach the depth of 10 cm, you can penetrate the wound of half a finger. If you can't stop bleeding and inflammation, you will get injured. They will either bleed to death or die in the later wounds. This is still a warrior who has avoided the deadly place. They may not know the word arterial blood vessels, but they are very clear about where they are going to die. Faster.
The stern eyes swept over the wounds of the eleven slaves. The slaves leaked the pain and crying, and he heard it, but he did not look at the slaves.
Jiangshan is easy to change, and its nature is difficult to move. Even if he was forced to renovate for such a long time, his sympathy was still pitiful.
At this time, the priests who were in charge of the judgment had already reached the eleven slaves, and they were to observe and evaluate the witchcraft effects of the priests.
The priests have also started to work. Few priests personally went to the slaves to apply the medicine. Basically, the medicinal slaves are hands-on.
Because the wound has a relatively large blood flow, some of the powder ointment will be washed away and need to be wiped two or three times in a row.
Jiuyuan was responsible for the treatment of a young man about ten years old. The young man’s face was branded with imprinted, and the exposed body was covered with overlapping old and new whiplashes.
The youth had a deep hate in his eyes, and he had not slammed his wound on his thigh, only staring in a certain direction.
The original battle followed his gaze and found that he was watching the empty city.
Luo did not know what to do, but explained at this time: "These slaves are provided by the upper towns. They were originally slaves who made mistakes. It doesn't matter if they die."
The young man bit his lip, and the hatred of the hatred changed to the fierce three in front of him.
Strictly do not care for the youth, directly let the loyalty to the young to stop bleeding.
For a wound like this, if you follow the experience of strict previous treatment, it is usually sutured to stop bleeding and then wound the medicine, and then break the wound needle. But now he can't move, and he can't learn how to suture the wound on the spot. He can only press the hemostasis and then apply the medicine.
I can't be loyal to my loyalty. I don't know how to press it. I can't press it on the point. The young man is hurt by the pain, and he struggles to resist.
If you don’t press the loyalty to the point, even if you don’t press it, you can stop the blood with a restraint method, but this young man’s injury...
Strictly moving up, seeing the youthful white face of young people, and then looking at his bare skin, he thought it was the old scar left by the whiplash, and now it looks more like subcutaneous congestion.
"Don't want to die, don't mess with me. Do you often feel joint pain? Is it easy to stop bleeding on your hands, even a small wound?"
The young man was shocked and opened his mind: "How do you know?"
The eyes are cold and cold. "I am a priest. Of course I know."
The young man seemed to be scared by the cold and cold eyes, and he sternly and sternly told him to keep his loyalty. "Help him sit down, hold his leg, and first use the big ointment to stop him from seeing the blood."
The young man refused to sit down. A rattan sticking out from the original wrist, directly entangled his body and put him down. It was about anger and the person did not cooperate. The original war did not solve the rattan. Still tied to the youth.
Keeping loyalty quickly presses the young thigh.
"Don't let go, I won't struggle any more." The youth had too much blood and struggled.
The original sneer, impulsive idiot. "Mer? Is there something wrong?"
Strictly, "I don't know if this slave was specially arranged for us. If my judgment is good, his wounds may not be too good to stop bleeding."
This is the first case of hemophilia he has encountered in this world.
Hemophilia, which is mostly male, is one in every 5,000 to 10,000. The child of the patient, the girl is not prone to illness, but will contain the disease gene and pass it on to the next generation.
If this young man has hemophilia, it is no doubt that he has opened such a large wound and murder on him.
If the youth are really arranged for them, then this is a plot of double-edged sculpture, killing the youth, and letting the harsh witch medicine look like a failure.
When I heard this, the curse did not want to, and immediately asked aloud: "What is going on with this slave?"
"What is going on?" Quipa retorted. "If you can't cure, you don't want to cure. If you don't have the ability to say that there is a problem with the slave, how can anyone else have no problem, how much more do you have?"
All the priests of the judges looked at it, and the people around them stood up. Everyone wanted to see what happened in Jiuyuan.
Strictly watching the young man's face became paler and he didn't dare to delay again. He immediately ordered loyalty.
The Wucheng Yaowu who took the medicine bent to let Shouzhong choose the porcelain jar.
Shouzhong took the big sputum ointment and gave it to the spur of the drug.
The ointment is very thin, and there is a small wooden spoon prepared in it. Shouzhong’s forehead sweats and holds a small porcelain jar, and uses a small wooden spoon to dig a little ointment.
Because of the youth's disagreement, Jiuyuan's speed is slower than other people. Judging that the priests have already given the results to most witch medicines, only a few of them are still not completely stopped.
The cursed witch and Quipa screamed in front of everyone in disregard of the face.
Luo refused to come over and ask: "Is there any problem?"
Strict and loyal to the youth to stop bleeding, the original war replied: "Our priests saw that the slave's body is sick, he himself is not easy to stop bleeding, the general hemostatic drugs may have no effect on him, Even if there is a good witch medicine, others have to use one point, he must use at least three points."
Yoga shouted: "This is a filth. What can I do if there is a problem with the trial slave? Even if there is, who can know in advance about this disease, you will be the one who you meet... the trials of the gods to you"
Other judges observed the slave together.
Luo never turned to the empty city priest dust old, "This slave is provided by your empty city, he has such a disease, you know?"
The old dusty eyes of Haoli, screaming and laughing, and muttering in the mouth that others could not understand, her guardian was on the side to help her explain: "The slave is casually looking for it. When sent out, it is obviously strong and healthy. ""
Frowning frowning, this situation is very unsatisfactory, the little priest said that the slave has bleeding, but there are more strange diseases, but this is what he is saying, want to verify, look at the face of the slave, I am afraid to have another wound It is going to die.
In any case, the nine priests must first give the slave a stop.
Between the time of the speech, all other witch medicines have been judged, and only the nine originals are still busy here.
All the priests are staring at the stern and loyalty of every move.
Gui was seeing the rare and little ointment, and immediately sneered out, "So, is it useful to smear it? Don't be ruined by blood."
After the other priests saw the ointment in the porcelain jar, many people had such an idea. Compared with several other refining priests, the thick powder and ointment, Jiuyuan did not have a little ointment at the bottom of the can. The weight of the wound is not necessarily all over, not to mention the slave's body still has problems.
Strictly sitting on the original arm, his face is not moving, it seems that he is not at all worried about the current emergency. His lips are slightly raised. He said: "If you look at the priests of Guizheng, you don't know witch medicine. Who says The amount of the drug must be multi-purpose to be useful? Keep loyalty, don't be nervous, let the priests of Guizheng see how the drug you formulated will work."
"Yes, adults." Shouzhong was oppressed by Guizheng all the year round, not afraid of him being a fake, but with a strict support, his trembling hand finally stabilized.
"Come on again, pour the medicine in the medicine spoon on the left side of the wound, then gently apply the ointment to the right with the back of the medicine spoon. Do not apply it on the edge, directly in the middle, don't be afraid of being washed away by blood."
Shouzhong grasped the small wooden spoon with the strength of the whole body, and acted in a meticulous manner.
Kyu is trying to attack, and he will make a sound at the right time: "Everyone judges the priests, please don't just do it, don't disturb the people in the test, otherwise you and your forces will lose the qualifications of the latter."
Kyu is hard to hold back, and he has to bear his face to rise purple, and he does not want to see Jiuyuan again.
"Hey?" The high priest of the Chaoge circumvented Guizheng, who blocked her sight, and looked at the wound of the slave with amazement.
The horror of the Chaoge High Priest attracted the attention of other judges.
The wound of the slave was still bleeding, but when the loyalty smeared the ointment for the second time, I saw that the scorpion ointment that seemed to be only a little bit mixed with the ointment applied in the first time, the light green transparent ointment. Mixed with blood, as it turned, slowly turned into a film covering the wound.
Wound immediately stop bleeding
Although the wound has not disappeared, anyone can see that the wound is getting better.
The young man saw that the blood was stopped, and he quietly spit out an atmosphere.
Some people’s faces have changed
Yes, this young man was specially assigned to Jiuyuan by them.
Although the little priest could not move, they did not want to underestimate the enemy. They chose this young man with special physical condition to protect himself.
However, the virgin refining ability of the nine original small priests was even better than they had imagined, and they saved the youth under such a deep and deep wound.
Others don't know how hard it is. How can people who arrange these arrangements not know?
The more severe it is, the more people don’t want him to win. They want to block all other people’s eyes and prevent them from seeing the effects of Jiuyuan’s witchcraft.
"Yes, the technique is simple, the effect is outstanding. This witch medicine is called good, but I think, the focus of this witch medicine is on the black powder you use, right?" Wucheng twelve priests witches marveled, he also The refining priest, and can be called a medicinal witch, shows how high his refining level is, but this time Bach insisted on participating in the test, he let it.
If he still felt uneasy in the past, he couldn't help but give birth to a little bit of luck after seeing the harsh witch medicine.
Quipa and others in the heart, black powder? what is that?
Strictly smiled and didn't speak.
The drug witch did not ask, the black powder is obviously the secret of others, how could he tell him the details.
"It's just a good thing. I think the witches used by Bach and the grown-ups are better. The wounds of the slaves on their side are healing."
The drug witch did not care about this layman and continued to laugh and ask: "I see you have also refining a witch medicine. It seems to be much more complicated. I don't know if it will be better. Do you want to try it?"
Strictly, "Yes."
Quipa, "I can't use it."
"when"
The three sounds sounded at the same time, and when it was a blunt sound, an bone was cut on a hard stone pillar.
"Yoga priest, what are you doing?" Luo angered and asked.
Yoga doesn't care about it: "Don't you try another medicine? I just help them."
It turned out that this man suddenly pulled out a bone from his waist and poked on the young slave. Unfortunately, the original war has been guarding them, how could he be allowed to succeed.
The young man escaped a dead robbery, his face pale, and he hated to tremble.
"That doesn't need you either." Luo is really the most arrogant person, and he is not merciless to the priests of his temple.
Slightly chuckle, "Which yoga priest wants to help us, why not cut a knife on yourself?"