Many people present took down the prescription that the little priest of Jiuyuan read out later, and the little priest even said the dosage of the ingredients of the medicine.
This made everyone unbelievable and felt that the little priest was a little crazy.
Yes, kind of crazy rather than stupid.
No one would think that the little priest was stupid, unless he was a really stupid person, and why the little priest did this is a matter of opinion.
High Priest Chaoge sighed softly, with little smile lines in the corners of his eyes, "That little Silent Witch is very good."
"Oh? How do you say it?" The city lord of Mucheng had long been extremely curious about the actions of the little priest.
Chao Ge flicked her long green hair, "Even if we don't have all the herbs he mentioned, we can basically find them in the trading market after the competition. I have a hunch that it will be a very good witch medicine prescription."
The lord of Mucheng laughed, "Congsheng can't compare?"
"Hehe, that child, he is the ability of the bloodline of the battle. Although our wooden city is famous for its healing and poisonous arts, what we rely on is just various plants that we can control. When it comes to the ability to refine witchcraft, there is nothing to do. Even if it is not comparable to Wucheng, even if it is Yincheng, we may not be able to compare."
The Lord of Mucheng nodded when he heard his high priest belittle him, "Even after we lost the friendship of the Longevity Wood Clan, our abilities are receding."
"Well. The bloodline will only get thinner and thinner if it goes on. Compared with other upper cities, our clansmen are already considered more blood warriors, but not only more than 70% of our people are born without any bloodline ability, and the rest Of the 30% who can break through to the intermediate level, only 10% can break through to the advanced level, and even fewer can break through to the advanced level. If things go on like this... "
"High Priest Chaoge, are you telling me that we can't rely too much on our abilities in the future, right?"
"Not only that, but we have to think more about the 70% of the clansmen who can't awaken. And Jiuyuan not only has the basic to advanced ordinary fighter training methods for non-sacred-blood fighters, but now their witchcraft level may have surpassed it. It’s like going to the city.” Chaoge glanced at the stands of Wucheng, with a half-smile on his face, “Of the twelve priests of Wucheng, except for Wuxiang, Curse Wu is the most cunning one. It took him his whole life to find his disciple. How could it be an ordinary person?"
The city lord of Mucheng couldn't help looking at the young priest and the leader of Jiuyuan. Unfortunately, the territories of Mucheng and Jiuyuan did not border each other, otherwise a good alliance could be formed.
Chaoge suddenly smiled and said, "Part of Tucheng's territory borders us."
"Ah! Coincidentally, that princess in Mucheng doesn't want to live with her elder brother, so why don't you just send her back." Mu Xiao, who had been eavesdropping, squeezed over.
The Lord of Mucheng slapped him on the forehead, and said helplessly: "What did the princess say to your elder brother again?"
At the beginning, he was the one who insisted on finding a noble wife for the crippled eldest son, but Tucheng sent their eldest princess, but the eldest princess was obviously unwilling, and she didn't get close to Mu Yuan after so many years , which made his son even more disheartened.
Mu Xiao curled his lips, "She was crying with her elder brother, saying that we would help Jiuyuan and not Tucheng."
"Then what did your elder brother say?"
Mu Xiao proudly said: "Brother didn't say anything, I was the one who told her, either she can give birth to a baby for Big Brother with peace of mind, or Tucheng can cure Big Brother, then we will help Tucheng."
"All nonsense!" The Lord of Mucheng drove his son away.
Mu Xiao's eyes rolled, and he decided to provoke his elder brother's wife again.
Chaoge got up, Luo Jue was already inviting all judge priests to watch the effects of the witchcraft. Mucheng went to the competition this time to be Cong Sheng, but it wasn't him that Chaoge wanted to see.
Yan Mo has always felt that this world has many similarities with the world of his previous life.
For example, to stop bleeding in poor and backward areas, you may just use mud to smear, or use fire to burn. It is a blessing to find some hemostatic herbs, but after reaching the heights of the upper city, the treatment methods will no longer be so rough. Not only are they effective Very good witch medicine can be used, and there are healers to serve you. Of course, the latter can only be enjoyed after reaching a certain level of status and status.
And the witch medicine competition between the upper cities undoubtedly showed the most advanced medical technology in this land, no matter how weird its production process was.
The wounds of the eleven slaves are not small. Ordinary small wounds can stop bleeding as long as they are pressed, and it doesn’t matter if they don’t use medicine, but a wound like this is ten centimeters long and deep enough to penetrate half a finger. If the bleeding cannot be stopped in time, The wounded will either bleed to death, or die from wound infection in the later stage. This is because the fighters deliberately avoided the fatal place-they may not know the word arteries, but they have been fighting all the year round. They know very well where the strikers will go die faster.
Yan Mo's eyes swept over the wounds of the eleven slaves. He also heard the painful groans and cries leaked from those slaves, but he didn't pay much attention to those slaves.
The country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change. Even after being forced to reform for such a long time, his sympathy is still pitiful.
At this time, the priests who were in charge of judging had already walked in front of the eleven slaves, and they were waiting to observe and evaluate the effects of the witchcraft of each priest.
The priests also started to do it one after another. Few priests personally applied the medicine to the slaves, and it was basically the medicine slaves who did it.
Because the wound is relatively large and there is more blood flow, some powders and ointments will be washed away after being applied, and two or three times of continuous application is required.
Jiuyuan was in charge of treating a young man about eighteen or nineteen years old. The young man's face was branded, and his naked body was covered with overlapping old and new whip wounds.
There was deep hatred in the young man's eyes, he didn't groan even after having such a big wound on his thigh, he just stared at a certain direction.
Yuan Zhan followed his gaze and found that he was looking at the Kongcheng people.
Luo Jue didn't know what the reason was, but he explained at this moment: "These slaves are provided by the upper cities. They are slaves who have committed mistakes. It doesn't matter if they are put to death."
The young man bit his lip, and turned his hateful eyes to Yan Mo and the three in front of him.
Yan Mo didn't bother to appease the young man, and directly asked Shouzhong to stop the young man's bleeding.
For a wound like this, according to Yan Mo's previous treatment experience, it is generally sutured to stop bleeding first, then wound medicine, and then a tetanus shot. But now he can't move, and Shouzhong can't learn how to suture the wound on the spot, so he can only apply pressure to stop the bleeding before applying medicine.
But Shouzhong didn't know if he was too nervous, but he couldn't press the point, but the young man was pressed in pain, and he struggled to resist.
wrong! Shouzhong has already pressed to the point, even if he didn't press correctly, the bleeding can be stopped a little by restraint, but the young man's injury...
Yan Mo moved his gaze upwards, saw the young man's unusual pale complexion, and then looked at his bare skin. Before, he thought it was an old scar left by a whip, but now he looked carefully and found that it was more like subcutaneous congestion.
"If you don't want to die, don't move around! Let me ask you, do you often feel joint pain? It's not easy to stop bleeding from your hands, even if it's a small wound?"
The young man was startled, and subconsciously said, "How do you know?"
Yan Mo's eyes were cold, "I'm a priest, of course I know."
The young man seemed to be frightened by Yan Mo's icy gaze, Yan Mo took advantage of the situation and ordered Shouzhong, "Help him sit down, hold his leg, and first use Daji ointment to stop the bleeding."
The young man still refused to sit down, a cane stretched out from Yuan Zhan's wrist, directly entangled his body and knocked him down, probably because he was angry that the man didn't cooperate, and Yuan Zhan didn't untie the cane when he put down the man. Still tied youth.
Shouzhong quickly pressed down on the young man's thigh.
"Don't press it! Let go, I won't struggle any more." The young man bled too much and couldn't struggle anymore.
Yuan Zhan sneered, an impulsive idiot. "Mo? Is there something wrong?"
Yan Mo, "I don't know if this slave was specially assigned to us. If my judgment is correct, his wound may not be able to stop bleeding well."
This was the first case of hemophilia he encountered in this world.
Hemophilia is mostly male patients, with one case in every 5,000 to 10,000 people. Children of patients, girls are not prone to the disease, but they will carry the disease gene and pass it on to the next generation.
If this young man really had hemophilia, opening such a large wound on his body would undoubtedly be considered murder.
If this young man was really specially arranged for them, then this is a conspiracy to kill two birds with one stone, kill the young man, and then make Yan Mo's witchcraft look like a failure.
Hearing this, the curse witch was unwilling, and immediately asked loudly: "What's the matter with this slave?"
"What's the matter?" Kuipa retorted, "If you can't cure it, don't cure it. If you don't have that ability, you can say that there is a problem with the slave. Why are there no problems with others, but you have more troubles?"
All the judging priests looked over, and those around who could stand up also stood up. Everyone wanted to see what happened to Jiuyuan.
Seeing that the young man's face was getting paler, Yan Mo didn't dare to delay any longer, and immediately ordered Shouzhong to do it.
The Wucheng drug slave who was holding the medicine bent down to let Shouzhong choose the porcelain jar.
Shouzhong took Daji ointment, first handed it to Yan Mo to activate the medicine's power, and then took it back.
The ointment was very dilute, and there was a prepared small wooden spoon inside. Shouzhong, who was sweating on his forehead, held the small porcelain pot in one hand, and dug a little ointment with the small wooden spoon in the other hand.
Because of the young man's lack of cooperation, Jiuyuan's speed was more than a little slower than the others. The judging priests had judged the results for most of the witch medicines, and now there were only a few left that hadn't completely stopped the bleeding.
The witch and Quipa quarreled in front of everyone regardless of face.
Luo Jue came over and asked, "Is there any question?"
Yan Mo and Shouzhong were busy trying to stop the bleeding of the young man. Yuan Zhandai replied: "Our priests saw that the slave was sick, and his bleeding was not easy to stop. Ordinary hemostatic drugs may not have any effect on him. Even if there is a good witch medicine, if others use one point, he must use at least three points!"
Yogi shouted: "This is slander! How can there be any problems with the slaves in the competition provided by Wucheng? Even if there is, who would have known about his disease in advance? If you encounter it, it will be you... the gods will test you!"
The other judging priests watched the slave together.
Luo Jue turned his head and asked Chen Lao, the high priest of Kongcheng, "This slave was provided by your Kongcheng. Do you know that he has such a disease?"
Old Chen showed Haili's teeth, giggled strangely, and muttered words that no one else could understand, while her guardian warrior explained to her: "Slaves are randomly found, and when they are sent out, they are obviously strong and very strong. healthy."
Luo Jue frowned, this situation is very difficult to judge, the little priest said that the slave had a strange disease that would bleed profusely, but this is what he was saying, and he wanted to prove it, judging by the slave's face, there might be another wound It's about to die.
No matter what, the little priest Jiuyuan had to stop the slave's bleeding first.
While talking, all other witch medicines have been judged, and only Jiuyuan is still busy here.
All the judging priests stared at Yan Mo and Shouzhong's every move.
Guizheng saw the thin and scarce ointment, and immediately sneered, "It's so small, is it useful to wipe it on? Don't be washed away by blood!"
After seeing the ointment in the porcelain pot, many other priests also had the same idea. Compared with the thick powder and ointment of other alchemy priests, Jiuyuan's little ointment, which was less than the bottom of the pot, even made the whole dish There may not be enough weight to smear all the wounds, let alone the slave's body still has problems.
Yan Mo sat on Yuan Zhan's arm, his face remained motionless, he didn't seem to be worried about the current emergency at all, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he said: "You don't understand witchcraft when you look at Priest Guizheng, who said The amount of medicine must be large to be effective? Shouzhong, don’t be nervous, let High Priest Guizheng see how effective the medicine you prepared is.”
"Yes, my lord." Shouzhong has been oppressed by Guizheng all year round, and he is not afraid that he is a fake, but with Yan Mo's support, his trembling hands can finally be stabilized.
"Again, pour the medicine in the medicine spoon on the left side of the wound, and then gently spread the ointment on the back of the medicine spoon to the right. Don't apply it on the edge, but directly in the middle. Don't be afraid of being washed away by blood."
Shouzhong held the small wooden spoon with all his strength, and followed Yan Mo's instructions meticulously.
Gui was about to explode, and Luo Jue said at the right time: "Judge priests, please don't do anything, let alone disturb the people in the competition, otherwise you and your forces will lose the qualification to judge later."
Guizheng forcibly held back, until his face turned purple, and he didn't want to look at Jiuyuan again.
"Huh?" High Priest Chaoge avoided Guizheng who was blocking her view, and looked at the slave's wound in amazement.
The exclamation of High Priest Chaoge attracted the eyes of the other judging priests.
The slave's wound was still bleeding just now, but when Shouzhong applied the ointment for the second time, he saw that the ointment that seemed to be only a little bit of thistle was mixed with the ointment that was applied for the first time, and the ointment was light green and transparent. Mixed with blood and water, as if melted, it slowly turned into a thin film covering the wound.
The wound stopped bleeding immediately!
Although the wound has not disappeared, anyone can see that the wound is getting better.
Seeing that the blood was stopped, the young man let out a breath of air quietly.
Some people's faces changed!
That's right, this young man was specially arranged for Jiuyuan by them.
Although the little priest couldn't move, they didn't want to underestimate the enemy. They picked this young man with a special physical condition just to be safe.
But the little priest of Jiuyuan's witch medicine refining ability was better than they imagined, and he even rescued the young man from such a big and deep wound!
Others don't know how difficult it is, so how could the people who arranged it for them not know
The more powerful Yan Mo is, the more some people don't want him to win. They wish they could block the eyes of other people and prevent them from seeing the effect of Jiuyuan's witchcraft!
"Yes, the method is simple and the effect is outstanding! This witch medicine is very good, but I think the key point of this witch medicine is the black powder you used, right?" The twelve priests of Wucheng, Yaowu, exclaimed. He is also a medicine refining priest, and he can be called a medicine witch, which shows how high his level of medicine refining is, but this time Bach insisted on participating in this competition, so he gave up.
If he still felt dissatisfied before, now after seeing Yan Mo's witch medicine, he couldn't help feeling a little bit grateful.
Quipa and the others were moved, black powder? what is that
Yan Mo smiled and said nothing.
The medicine witch didn't ask, the black powder was obviously his secret treasure, how could he tell him the details.
"It's just good. I think the witchcraft used by Lord Bach and Lord Congsheng is more effective. The wounds of the slaves on their side are almost healed!" Guizheng snorted coldly.
The medicine witch ignored this layman, and continued to ask Yan Mo with a smile: "I see that you have also refined a kind of witchcraft, which seems to be much more complicated. I wonder if the effect will be better. Do you want to try it?"
Yan Mo, "Yes."
Quipa, "I don't think so."
"when!"
Three voices sounded at the same time, and there was a blunt sound when a bone dagger slashed on a hard stone pillar.
"Yogi priest, what are you doing?" Luo Jue asked angrily.
Yogi said indifferently: "Don't you want to try another medicine? I'm just helping them."
It turned out that this man suddenly pulled out a bone dagger from his waist and was about to stab the young slave, but it was a pity that Yuan Zhan had been guarding against them, how could he succeed.
The young man escaped death once, his face was pale, and his whole body trembled with hatred.
"That doesn't need you!" Luo Jue really deserved to be called the most just person, and he didn't show any mercy to the priests of his own temple.
Yan Mo chuckled, "Since the yogi priest wants to help us so much, how about cutting himself a knife?"