When He Xi looked up, she met Nangong Yu's gentle and doting eyes, and she couldn't help but smile at him.
However, before the two of them could exchange tender glances for a moment, Baihu, who had never understood what it meant to spoil the mood, could not help but scream, "This... is this a broken arm that has been reattached?! Brother Ouyang, can you... can you move your arm now?"
Ouyang Haoxuan had just recovered from the pain at this time, and the whole person looked like someone who had just been pulled out of the water, with heavy breathing and pale face.
However, the expression on his face was always smiling. Hearing this, he raised his hand and slowly moved his fingers.
It was a little sluggish at first, but then it became smoother and smoother. In the end, he even grabbed a piece of catgut beside him and tied a knot with two fingers.
The broken part of the arm, apart from a circle of ugly sutures, felt exactly the same as a normal arm.
"Oh my God! He actually reattached the broken arm! How could there be such a horrible medical skill in the world?"
"I've only heard of doctors above level eight being able to use rare treasures to reshape warriors' lost limbs, but I've never heard of anyone being able to sew severed limbs back together!"
"Who... who is this boy? He looks only about 16 or 17 years old, how can he be so powerful?"
"Someone just called him Master Xi. Could he be the famous Doctor Xi in Yanjing City? The young doctor who healed the prince's broken tendons?"
“I heard that he also opened Shengde Hall, and the top-grade elixirs sold there are so good that even the Medical Association can’t make them!”
The discussions continued to spread among the generals and soldiers of the Zhenwei Army, and became more and more intense.
The soldiers who had observed He Xi's mysterious suturing skills up close were even more impressed by her and looked at her as if she were a god.
However, as if he had thought of something, the soldier lowered his eyebrows sadly and said in a choked voice: "Doctor Xi, if only we could have met you earlier. Then my brother would not have become disabled. He had one leg chopped off on the battlefield... He has better talent and more experience than me, but now he can only lie in bed all day like a useless person..."
The soldier's words immediately made the other members of the Zhenwei Army look sad and grief-stricken.
Some people wiped their tears and said, "My father was bitten off an arm and a foot while fighting a monster. He has been fighting on the battlefield all his life, so he couldn't bear such a blow. Now he can only drink to drown his sorrows..."
The battlefield is ruthless and swords are merciless. It is the place where death and disability are most likely to occur.
And how could ordinary people afford the methods of reshaping the body used by high-level doctors and the rare treasures they needed? Even if they could afford it, they couldn't easily find doctors above level eight.
Even Xuanwu and Baihu showed gloomy expressions, especially Xuanwu.
He led the Iron Kirin. Although the Iron Kirin was a hundred times stronger than the Zhenwei Army, it was still an army after all. As long as the army went to the battlefield, there would be no casualties.
Just now, when he saw the miraculous scene of He Xi easily sewing up Ouyang Haoxuan's broken arm, he couldn't help but wonder, if those injured brothers in Iron Kirin could get treatment from the princess, would... would they not be disabled, would they be able to continue to stay in the army
He Xi had already walked to the other side of Ouyang Haoxuan and checked the injury on his other hand. (To be continued)