"Jiang Yaoshi?" Feng Wu called out again.
"Ah? Ah-" Jiang Yuan came back to his senses and looked at Feng Wu, "How about I call you Miss Feng?"
Feng Wu nodded slightly, but even if she raised her head, her hand continued to sew very steadily.
"Miss Feng, what is your pharmacist level?" Jiang Yuan was a little surprised.
He not only believed in the strength of the girl in front of him, but also felt that she was too young...
"Alchemist level?" Feng Wu shook her head lightly: "I have never tested it, so I don't know the level myself."
But, maybe, probably... Grandmaster-level, right? Feng Wu added a sentence in her heart.
Pharmacist Jiang: "… "
"Then..." Jiang Yuan still asked: "This arm is broken, after it is stitched up, will it really still be used?"
"What else? Do you think I have nothing to do when I'm full, and sew up and play?" Feng Wu glanced at Jiang Yuan angrily, "You can do the rest."
To be honest, when Feng Wu is serious, there is a convincing majesty of the superior.
Jiang Yuan is a pharmacist who is second only to the minibus pharmacist. Usually, in this Wanping Town, there are more than 10,000 people under one person, but when Feng Wu's eyes stare, he has a feeling of obedience...
As soon as he took over, Feng Wu began to give instructions: "When suturing, pay attention to the Quze acupoint that is sealed first, and wait for the aura to enter from the Tianquan acupoint through the needle tip, and after dredging the meridians, then exit from the Quze acupoint..."
As Feng Wu said, Jiang Yuan followed suit.
It wasn't until five stitches were stitched that Jiang Yuan came back to his senses. Didn't he come to inspect this mysterious alchemist? Why did you listen to her so obediently and help her? This is not his old style.
Not only Jiang Yuan felt this way, but the group of junior pharmacists under him also looked at each other in dismay—
Jiang Yuan thought to himself, since he has already started, let's finish it.
Feng Wu devotes one-tenth of her mental energy to Jiang Yuan, and the other nine-tenths of her mental energy is placed on the other wounded soldiers.
Some of these wounded soldiers had broken hands, some broken legs, some had broken chests, and some had ruptured abdominal cavities... and some were injured by high-altitude flying monsters.
After Jiang Yuan finally finished stitching up the injured patient, he carefully checked it again. This check surprised him immediately!
what!
The meridians are actually open!
You know, the broken arm is sewn up like clothes, who wouldn't? However, the meat is easy to sew, what about the meridians? So this has always been an unsolvable problem, but now—
Jiang Yuan's eyes widened, staring at this scene in disbelief!
Still in disbelief, he leaned over the wounded soldier with almost half of his body, hugged his arm carefully, and carefully checked it again...
"That's right, there's nothing wrong, it's really connected... and the meridians are all connected. As expected, after the wound has healed, the arm will be as good as before... God!" Jiang Yuan immediately used a Looking at Feng Wu with a complicated look!
Seeing this, Jiang Yuan was taken aback again!
When he sutured the arm of the wounded, the young Feng girl, behind her, was already lying in a row of wounded soldiers who had already been treated...
Facing Jiang Yuan's puzzled gaze, Li Yaoshi nodded silently: "Captain, you have treated one, and that girl Feng has treated twenty..."
(End of this chapter)