Fortunately, fortunately, she went to dig up a lot of healing herbs today.
Mo Huang opened the wooden box, grabbed a handful of herbs, and as quickly as possible, tore off the red blood line on each herb leaf, put it into a bowl, mashed it with branches, and prepared the medicine in his own way.
Two minutes later, all the herbs in the bowl turned into a green potion, and Mo Huang slowly poured the potion onto Di Lingtian's wound.
Half of the potion was washed away by the blood, and only half touched the wound.
The speed of the blood flow slowly weakened, the bright red blood gradually darkened, and it was already forming scabs.
Mo Huang grabbed a handful of herbs from the wooden box, crushed them into potion, and poured it on the wound.
After repeating this three times, the blood from Di Lingtian's wound finally stopped, and his pale complexion also improved.
Mo Huang breathed a long sigh of relief and raised his hand to wipe the fine beads of sweat on his forehead.
After relaxing, she realized that her whole body was covered in sweat.
Mo Huang tore the skirt into strips, ran quickly to the river, washed the strips, blew on them a few times to dry them, and then trotted all the way back to the cabin.
Use the last bit of herbs to refine the potion, put the cloth strip into the potion and soak it.
Mo Huang struggled to lift Di Lingtian's body and wrapped the wound with a cloth strip.
Then he tore off a piece of cloth from the skirt, wiped the blood off the floor, and covered Di Lingtian with a piece of fur as a quilt.
Mo Huang sat slumped on the ground, his whole body weak, and he didn't even have the strength to wash the blood-stained cloth in his hands.
Letting Di Lingtian lie on the ground was not because she wanted to abuse him.
Di Lingtian was too heavy. She didn't have the strength to move him to the bedroom, and she didn't dare to enter Di Lingtian's bedroom without permission.
Just bandaging Di Lingtian had exhausted all her strength.
Mo Huang still struggled to get up, and went to the river to wash the piece of cloth, dry it, and put it on the place where it was torn off the skirt. The piece of cloth became one with the skirt again.
Mo Huang returned to the cabin, watched over Di Lingtian, and couldn't help but lie down on the table and fall asleep.
When Mo Huang fell into a deep sleep, Di Lingtian slowly opened his eyes, looking at Mo Huang's tired face, his bloody eyes gradually darkened.
When Mo Huang woke up, he found that Di Lingtian was sitting opposite, his iconic blood-colored eyes looking at her constantly, as if looking at an unsolved mystery in the world, and his slender fingertips were playing with Mo Huang's clothes last night. Bandage is a strip of red cloth tied to the wound.
"Brother Lingtian, you're okay."
Seeing that his expression was as usual, Mo Huang couldn't help but smile.
"Um."
"Mo Huang, you couldn't get the elixir last night, how could you give me the medicine?"
Of course he recovered. In fact, his injuries were not serious at all, but he was bleeding profusely and looked scary.
He also suffered the injury on purpose, just to see if Mo Huang would take the opportunity to use the poisonous weeds she collected from the river.
The result was really beyond his expectation and refreshed his knowledge.
"Ah, this, I can refine some simple potions myself. Yesterday, I was in a hurry and couldn't help it. I happened to have some healing herbs in my hand, so I made some potions by hand."
The more Jun Mohuang talked about it, the more she felt guilty. The potion she made was called refining potion at best, but it was just squeezed out the accumulated liquid from herbs and mixed with some water.
With such a crude production method, she was afraid of being disliked by Di Lingtian if she spoke about it.
"Did you know that those herbs are highly poisonous?"
Di Lingtian looked directly at Mo Huang with a pair of bloody eyes, as if he wanted to see the bottom of her heart at a glance.
"Ah, how could it be!"
Mo Huang jumped up suddenly and looked at Di Lingtian in surprise.
(End of chapter)