The coat was taken off, revealing the hideous wound on the chest caused by a sword. Blood was still gushing out of the wound, and due to excessive blood loss, the mercenary had fainted and was supported by another person.
Feng Ye saw Ye, unscrewed the lid and poured the hemostatic medicine on the wound. He poured a lot, and in an instant the hemostatic medicine covered the wound, and the blood did not flow out for a moment. Then, he poured some more into his palm and pressed his palm on his wound.
Everyone looked at it, silent for a while, only feeling their hearts lift. When they saw that as time passed, the little hand pressed against the chest did not ooze blood, they couldn't help but widen their eyes, revealing incredible expressions.
"How, how is it possible? The hemostatic drug actually stopped the bleeding?"
They were all people who lived on the edge of a knife, so they knew that this wound hit the aorta, and the amount of blood gushing out was huge, and even if medicine was sprinkled on it, it would not be able to stop it. With such an injury, the person would most likely die, but they didn't expect...
Feng Ye pressed the man's chest without saying anything. He just stared at his palm. After a while, he withdrew his hand and saw that the wound that was bleeding had been stopped by the hemostatic drug and no more blood was gushing out.
When the little kid saw it, he couldn't help but show a proud smile to the mercenaries: "How is it? I told you this hemostatic medicine is very powerful, right?"
His niece is a ghost doctor, very powerful. He has tried this medicine and it is really useful. If he hadn't seen this team of mercenaries fighting to the death to protect them, he would have been reluctant to give it out!
In mid-air, the man sitting on the white crane looked at the scene below with a look of surprise on his face. In particular, he looked at the familiar bottle reflecting the light under the sun, and then looked at the child, his expression becoming more and more strange.
If he remembered correctly, the bottle seemed to be Fengjiu's. Her bottles were different from ordinary medicine bottles and were easy to recognize. But how could such a child take Fengjiu's hemostatic medicine? And he said it was a medicine made by his niece? Such a powerful hemostatic medicine was obviously made by Fengjiu, okay
"Captain, it really has stopped..." a mercenary said in disbelief.
Xu Yan's heart was shaken. He looked at Feng Ye deeply and said, "Young Master, please save them."
Feng Ye's hands were stained with blood, so he handed him the bottle: "Feed it yourself! I need to wash my hands." As he said that, he turned around and ran to Zhao Yang: "Yangyang, my hands are covered in blood, I need to wash my hands."
Zhao Yang silently took out the water bag from the space and poured some water for him to wash his hands. Seeing that he also had some small wounds on his body caused by the Qi Gang, he said: "Master, you are also injured. Let me help you apply some medicine first!"
Upon hearing this, Feng Ye blinked and pouted: "Yangyang, I didn't feel any pain until you said it. Now that you say it, I feel so much pain."
The man in mid-air twitched his lips, patted Bai He lightly, and then came down from mid-air. He walked to Feng Ye's side and stared at him: "Your body is just a flesh wound, it will be fine after applying medicine, it won't hurt to death."
"Who said that? Pain can kill you, otherwise why would people keep saying it hurts so much?"