After Fengjiu wiped the blood off the little white tiger, she wrapped it with clothes and placed it next to the tigress. With a flick of her finger, a pill appeared in her palm. She stuffed it into the tigress's mouth and cleaned her hands. She said as a matter of course: "Yes! He can only live if the wound is sewn up. If it is not sewn up, he will bleed to death!"
“But, how can this flesh be used to sew clothes? It seems…” He still found it unbelievable. After all, he had never seen such a method before.
Hearing this, Fengjiu couldn't help but smile. No matter who it was, seeing her sew up the wound would always be strange. It was also true that they had never seen it before, so naturally they would find it strange.
"Isn't Mr. Lu a doctor? He should know that as long as it can be treated and the method is good, it can be used!" She stood up with a smile, rubbed her hands, and looked around. Those wandering cultivators had been dealt with, and not even their bodies were seen.
“But…” The old man in gray wanted to ask more, but was stopped by Mr. Lu beside him.
"Okay, okay, why ask so many questions?"
Master Lu motioned him to step aside, then he looked at Feng Jiu and said with a smile, “We have been walking all this way and we all thought that Brother Feng was a herbalist. We didn’t know that Brother Feng actually had such medical skills and abilities. It’s really surprising.”
"Hehe, not really! I only know a few tricks. If my clothes get torn in the mountains, I have to mend them myself! I'll get the hang of it after some practice." She said with a smile, feeling a little shy and a little embarrassed.
It would have been better if she hadn't said this. When he heard this, even Mr. Lu's mouth twitched a few times. It seems that this young man is sewing the tiger skin as clothes? But, is it really so? In his opinion, it is not necessary, but since he didn't say it, he didn't ask more. After all, they were just casual acquaintances, and it was normal to talk to each other.
"Oh, by the way, those independent cultivators have been dealt with, and the things obtained from them are all here." Master Lu said, and then looked at his son beside him: "Jiming, give the things to little brother Feng."
"Yes." Lu Jiming opened the cloth wrapped thing and handed it forward: "These are all obtained from those casual cultivators. There are space rings and Qiankun bags. There should be a lot of things in them, but we didn't see them."
Fengjiu raised her eyebrows and looked at them: "Give it to me?"
"Haha, I'm not giving them to you, but these originally belonged to you!" Mr. Lu said with a smile.
"But I didn't kill this man!" Fengjiu said with blinking eyes, but did not reach out to take it.
The big men on the side couldn't help but roll their eyes when they heard this, thinking: Is this boy stupid? With so many things in front of him, he's still hesitating? Although they didn't take out the things inside to see, they knew that with the strength and cultivation of those casual cultivators, they must have a lot of valuable things on them.
“You were the one who knocked her down!” Master Lu said with a bit of amusement. He looked at Feng Jiu and said with a smile, “Little Brother Feng, don’t be embarrassed. Just accept it. With the family background of my Lu family, these things are just some small things.”
Hearing this, Feng Jiu was slightly surprised: "So Uncle Lu's family is so rich! Well then! In that case, I won't be polite. When we get to the city, I'll treat you to a big meal!" She then reached out to take it, and put all the things away with a smiling look in her eyes.