I saw several men carrying bows and arrows carrying a man covered in blood. The man covered in blood was motionless and his breath was very weak. Next to him, a woman with three children was kneeling and crying. The voice was helpless and desolate, which made people feel sad and couldn't help shedding tears.
The village was small, and the villagers usually helped each other. When they saw the man being carried back covered in blood, and no one knew whether he was dead or alive, the people around him comforted the woman, and some old people had already gone to the corner of the house to pick healing herbs, chewing them in their mouths while saying, "This herb can stop the bleeding. Apply it on him quickly, and ask someone to go to the neighboring village to invite a doctor, quickly."
"You guys, carry him into the house first." The old man shouted, asking several men carrying bows and arrows to carry the man in first.
So, several people thought about helping the lying person off the stretcher and taking him back to his home. At this time, they heard a soft and pleasant voice coming over, which made them stop what they were doing and turn around to look.
"Wait a moment."
Feng Jiu said as she walked over. When the villagers saw her, they automatically stepped aside to make way for her. Du Fan, Leng Shuang, and Ye Feifei followed behind her, and their eyes also fell on the man on the stretcher.
"Girl, what's wrong?" an old man asked, looking at Fengjiu.
"He is seriously injured. He can't withstand your torture without his wounds treated and bandaged. If you just move him from the stretcher and help him in, I think he can be saved." Fengjiu said, glancing at the dying man, then her eyes moved to the woman and her three children beside them.
After hearing Feng Jiu's words, the old man paused for a moment, and no one knew what he was thinking. At this moment, one of the men carrying bows and arrows looked at Feng Jiu and asked, "Who are you? His injuries are so severe, are we going to leave him like this until the doctor comes?"
"Don't be rude."
The old man shouted, glanced at the man who was speaking, and then looked at Feng Jiu and asked respectfully, "Miss, can you find a way to save him?" He paused and continued, "He has elderly and young children at home. If he dies like this, I'm afraid his family will be miserable in the future."
“Now that I’ve asked, there are ways to save him.” Fengjiu said. Since she was the only one who was proficient in medicine among the three people around her, and Qin Xin was not there, she had to do it herself.
"Go get a basin of clean water and some clean cloth." Feng Jiu said, squatting down beside the man. After looking him up and down, she said, "Get a pair of scissors and cut his clothes open."
"I have a pair of scissors at home." A woman said, and hurried home to get a pair of scissors and handed them to Fengjiu.
"Let me cut it." Du Fan stepped forward, took the scissors and cut open the man's clothes. Once the clothes were cut open, the wounds on his body became clearly visible.
"Master, what do you need to do? You tell me and I'll do it." Du Fan said, looking at Feng Jiu.
"Clean the wound first and apply some hemostatic medicine to stop the bleeding. As for the wound from the shoulder to the chest, it is more serious, so let me take care of it." Feng Jiu said, her eyes falling on the terrifying wound on the man's chest.