Chapter 415: Conspiracy! Hemophilia patients
Many people in the room recorded the prescriptions that the Jiu Yuan’s little priest later spoke out, and the little priest even said the amount of the drug ingredients.
This makes everyone incredible and feels that the little priest is a bit crazy.
Yes, he is a bit crazy, not stupid.
No one will think that the little priest is stupid, unless it's a stupid person, and why the little priest does this, everyone has a different opinion.
High Priest Zhao-Ge sighed softly and smiled a little at the corner of his eyes. "That Little Witch Mo is very good."
"Oh? How?" Mucheng-Forest City’s Lord had long been curious about the action of the little priest.
Zhao-Ge face was light and green, and "The herbs he said, even if we don't have all of them, we can basically find them in the market after the test. I have a hunch that it will be a very good witch prescription."
Mucheng-Forest City’s Lord smiled, “Cong Sheng is better than you?”
"Oh, that kid, he is also using the blood ability. Although our Mucheng-Forest City is famous for its treatment and poisoning, we are relying on all kinds of plants that we can control. In terms of ability, not to mention Wucheng- City of Witches, even if it’s Yincheng-Sound City, we may not be able to compare."
Mucheng-Forest City’s Lord listened to the High Priest so degraded and nodded. “After we lost the friendship of The Longevity Pine Tribe, our ability has never gotten back.”
"Well. The blood flow will only become thinner and thinner. We have a huge population than the other cities in the upper city, but not only do we have more than 70% of the people born without a little blood, and the rest of the 30% of the 30% people can break through to the intermediate level, and the number that can break through the advanced level is even less. In the long run..."
"High Priest Zhao-Ge, you are telling me that we can't rely too much on our ability in the future, right?"
"Not only that, we have to think a lot about the 70% of the tribesmen who can't awakened their blood abilities. And Jiu Yuan not only has the normal warrior training method of the non-blood ability warrior from primary to advanced level, but now I can see their witch medicine level is very good. They have already surpassed even the best.” Zhao-Ge glanced sideways looked to the Wucheng- City of Witches , smiled and said, “Wucheng- City of Witches 12th Priest, except Grand Witch Xiang, The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu is the most cunning one who has spent the rest of his life finding a disciple, so how may that person be an ordinary person?"
Mucheng-Forest City’s Lord involuntarily looked at the young priest and The Jiu Yuan Chief. Unfortunately, the territory of Mucheng-Forest City and The Jiu Yuan is not bordered, otherwise they can form a good alliance.
Zhao-Ge suddenly smiled: "Tucheng-Earth City has some territory bordering us."
"Ah! Just, the princess of doesn't want to go on with her older brother. It's better to send her back." Mu Shao, who had been listening to his ears, had squeezed over.
Mucheng-Forest City’s Lord slapped his head and said in a very helpless tone: “What did 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-Earth City sent their long princess, but the princess was obviously reluctant, and he had not been with Mu Yuan for so many years. How close is it, and his son is even more disheartened.
Mu Shao grinned. "She cried to her big brother and said that we helped the Jiu Yuan and caused for them to not help City."
"What did your big brother say?"
Mu Shao said with pride: "I didn't say anything to Big Brother. I told her she should give my big brother a baby, then Tucheng-Earth City sshould cure my big brother. Then we will help Tucheng-Earth City."
“Nonsense!” Mucheng-Forest City’s Lord pushed his son away.
Mu Shao's eyes turned and decided to provoke the wife who provoked his older brother.
Zhao-Ge got up and Luo Jue was already inviting them to judge priest's past experience of watching witch medicine. Mucheng-Forest City went to Cong Sheng this time, but Zhao-Ge didn't want to see him.
Yan Mo has always felt that the world has many similarities with the world of his predecessors.
For example, in poor and backward places, hemostasis may be treated 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, but a very good witch medicine can be used, and if you have treatment abilities for you to serve, of course, the latter still have to be able to enjoy the identity 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 a wound with a length of ten centimeters and a depth that can penetrate half a finger. If you can't stop bleeding and reduce inflammation in time, the injured person will either bleed to death or die in the later would have wound infection. This is still a warrior who has deliberately avoided the fatal part - they may not know the word arterial blood vessels, but they are very clear about where to cut and make a person die faster.
Yan Mo's gaze swept through the wounds of eleven slaves. The slaves felt the pain and crying, and he heard it, but he didn't look at the slaves.
Society is easy to change, and its nature is difficult to move. Even if he was forced to reform for such a long time, his sympathy was still pitiful.
At this time, the priest, who was in charge of the judgeship, had already reached the eleven slaves, and they were waiting to observe and evaluate the witchcraft effects of priest drugs.
The priest has also started to work. Few of priests personally went to the slaves to apply the medicine. Basically, the medicine slaves are hands-on.
Because the wound is relatively large and the blood flow is relatively high, some of the powder ointment will be washed away and need to be rubbed two or three times in a row.
The Jiu Yuan was responsible for the treatment of a young man of about 18 years old. The face of the young man was branded with a mark on his face. The naked body was covered with overlapping old and new whiplashes.
The youth had a deep hate in his eyes, and he had not looked at his wound on his thigh, only staring in a certain direction.
Yuan Zhan followed his gaze and found that he was watching the Kongcheng-Air City.
Luo Jue did not know what to do, but explained at this time: "These slaves are provided by the upper cities. 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 Yan Mo in front of him.
Yan Mo didn't take care of the youth, and directly let Shou Zhong start to stop the blood for the youth.
For a wound like this, if you follow Yan Mo's previous treatment experience, it is usually sutured and stop bleeding and then wound would clot and then break the wound needle. But now he can't move, Shou Zhong can't learn how to suture the wound on the spot, he can only press the hemostasis and then apply the medicine.
But Shou Zhong didn't know if it was too nervous. He couldn't press it on the point. The young man was hurt by the pain, and he struggled to resist.
Wrong! Shou Zhong has pressed to the point, even if there is no pressing, the method of restraint can stop the blood a little, but this young man's injury...
Yan Mo looked up and saw the youthful white face of the young person, and then looked at his bare skin. He thought it was an old scar left by a whiplash. Now he looked more closely and finds it was subcutaneous congestion.
"If you don't want to die, don't move! I ask you, do you usually feel joint pain? Is it easy to bleed on your hands, even a small wound bleeds for long time?"
The young man was shocked and opened his mouth: "How do you know?"
Yan Mo's eyes are cold. "I am the priest, of course I know."
The young man seemed to be scared by Yan Mo icy cold eyes. Yan Mo slammed Shou Zhong. "Help him sit down, hold his leg, and use the big ointment to stop him from losing the blood."
The young man refused to sit down. A rattan sticking out from Yuan Zhan's wrist, directly restrained his body and put him down. He was about to be angry that this person did not cooperate. Yuan Zhan did not let go of the rattan he still tied to the youth.
Shou Zhong quickly pressed the young thigh.
"Don't press! Let go, I won't struggle anymore." The youth was too bloody and struggling.
Yuan Zhan sneered, an impulsive idiot. "Mo? Is there something wrong?"
Yan Mo, "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 pointed the murder on him.
If this young man is really arranged for them, then this is a plot of killing two birds with one arrow, killing the young man, and let Yan Mo's witch medicine look like a failure.
Hearing here, The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu didn't want to, and immediately asked aloud: "What the hell is wrong with this slave?"
"What is going on?" Quipa retorted. "If you can't cure, you can’t to cure. If you don't have the ability to do it, then don’t say that there is a problem with the slave, how can anyone else have no problem, how much more do you have?"
All the judging priests looked at it, and the people around them stood up. Everyone wanted to see what happened to the Jiu Yuan.
Yan Mo saw that the young man's face was getting paler and he didn't dare to delay. He immediately ordered Shou Zhong to start.
Wucheng- City of Witches, who took the medicine, bent and asked Shou Zhong to choose a porcelain jar.
Shou Zhong took the big Cirsium ointment and gave it to Yan Mo to stimulate the drug and get it back.
The ointment is very thin, and there is a small wooden spoon prepared. Shou Zhong's forehead is sweating and he used a small porcelain jar and a small wooden spoon to scoop a little ointment.
Because of the youth's disagreement, the Jiu Yuan is slower than others. The judges have already given the results to most of the witches, and now only a few have not completely stopped bleeding.
The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu and Quipa nodded face to face in front of everyone.
Luo Jue came over and asked: "Is there any problem?"
Yan Mo and Shou Zhong are busy trying to stop the bleeding for the young man, Yuan Zhan replied: "Our priest saw that the slave's body is sick, he is not easy to stop bleeding, and the general hemostatic drug 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 more!"
Yu-Jia called: "This is filthy! How can you have a problem with the test slaves provided by Wucheng- City of Witches? Even if there is, who can know in advance about this disease, you are also the one who meets you... Your trial is a failure!"
Other judges’ priests observed the slave together.
Luo Jue turned to Kongcheng- Air City’s High Priest Chen Lao. “This slave is provided by your Kongcheng-Air City. He has such a disease. Did you know before hand?”
Chen Lao smiled revealing black shady teeth, screaming and laughing, and muttering something that others can't understand. Her guardian was helping her to explain: "The slave was looked for and picked randomly. When he was sent out, he was very strong and very health."
Luo Jue frowned, this situation is very unsatisfactory, then the little priest said that the slave has a bloody bleeding problem, but this is what he is saying, he wants to verify, look at the slave's face, he is afraid with that wound that slave is about to die.
In any case, The Jiu Yuan’s little priest must first stop the slave from blood.
Between the times of the speech, all other witch medicines have been judged, and only the Jiu Yuan is still busy here.
All judging priests are staring at Yan Mo and Shou Zhong's every move.
Gui-Zheng saw the rare and little ointment, and immediately sneered out, "So, is it useful to smear it? Won't it be ruined by blood?"
Other priests also had this idea after seeing the ointment in the porcelain jar. Compared with several other refining priests’ thick powder and ointment, The Jiu Yuan had a little ointment at the bottom of the can. The weight of the whole wound is not necessarily all over, not to mention the body of the slave had something wrong.
Yan Mo sat on Yuan Zhan's arm and looked at it. It didn't seem to be a focus for the current emergency. His lips were slightly smothered. "You can't understand witch medicine even when you look at it? High Priest Gui-Zheng. Who said that the amount of the drug must be large in order to show effect? Shou Zhong, don't be nervous, let High Priest Gui-Zheng see how the effect of the drug you prepared is."
"Yes, Da-Ren." Shou Zhong was oppressed by Gui-Zheng all the year round. He was not afraid that the fake drug slave, but Yan Mo supported him, and his trembling hand finally stabilized.
"Come on again, pour the medicine in the medicine spoon on the left side of the wound, and then gently apply the ointment to the right with the back of the medicine spoon. Do not apply it on the edge, put directly in the middle, don't be afraid of it being washed away by blood."
Shou Zhong grasped the small wooden spoon with full strength and acted meticulously in accordance with Yan Mo's instructions.
Gui-Zheng wants to attack, Luo Jue said in a timely manner: "You are the judging priest, please don't just start a fight here, don't disturb the people in the test, otherwise you and your forces will lose the qualification of the latter."
Gui-Zheng tried hard to resist his mouth flying off, and he couldn't help but look at the Jiu Yuan.
“Hey?” High Priest Zhao-Ge circumvented Gui-Zheng, who blocked her sight, and looked at the wound of the slave with amazement.
The horrified of High Priest Zhao-Ge attracted the attention of other judging priests.
The wound of the slave was still bleeding, but when Shou Zhong applied the ointment to the second time, he saw that the ointment that seemed to be only a little bit was mixed with the ointment that was applied for the first time. The light green transparent ointment was mixed with blood, as it turned, and slowly turned into a film covering the wound.
The wound immediately stops 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 exhaled with relief.
Some people's faces have changed!
Yes, this young man was specially arranged by them to The Jiu Yuan.
Although the little priest can't move, they don't want to underestimate the enemy. The young man with special physical condition is chosen specifically for them.
However, the Jiu Yuan’s little priest’s medicinal refining ability is even better than they thought, and the youth was saved under such a deep and bleeding wound!
Others don't know how hard it is. How can people who arrange these arrangements not know?
The more Yan Mo is winning, the more people don't want him to win. They want to block all other people's eyes and prevent them from seeing the Jiu Yuan's witchcraft effect!
"Yes, the technique is simple and the effect is outstanding! This witch medicine is good, but I think, the focus of this witch medicine is on the black powder you use, right?" Wucheng- City of Witches 12th Priest is also a Healing Priest, and can be called a drug refining witch, showing how high his refining level is, but this time Ba-Hee insisted on participating in the test, he let him.
If he still felt uncomfortable before, now that he saw Yan Mo's witchcraft, he couldn't help but give birth to a little bit of luck.
Quipa and others have a heart stopping moment, the black powder? What is that?
Yan Mo smiled and didn't speak.
The drug refining witch did not ask, the black powder is obviously the secret only known to the little priest, how could he tell him the details.
"It's just good. I think the drug used by Ba-Hee Da-Ren and Cong Sheng Da-Ren work better. The wounds of the slaves on their side are healing!" Gui-Zheng voice was cold.
The drug refining witch did not care about this moron and continued to smile and ask Yan Mo: "I think you have refined 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?"
Yan Mo, "Yes."
Quipa, "I don't see how that is right."
"What!"
The three sounds sounded at the same time, and then all they heard was a blunt sound, a bone was cut on a hard stone pillar.
"Priest Yu-Jia, what are you doing?" Luo Jue snarled.
Yu-Jia didn't care about it: "Don't you want to try another medicine? I just help them."
It turned out that this man suddenly pulled out a bone from his waist and tried to stab on the young slave. Unfortunately, Yuan Zhan was always guarding them, how could he let him.
The young man escaped a dead stab, his face pale, and he was filled with so much hate his eyes trembled.
"That doesn't need your say so!" Luo Jue is really the fairest person, and he has no sympathy for priest in his temple.
Yan Mo chuckled. "Since Priest Yu-Jia wants to help us, why not cut a knife on himself?"