Hearing this, Wang Yu couldn't help but ask anxiously: "What should we do? Is there any way to cure it?"
"Let's deal with it first!" Feng Jiu said, taking out a thin knife and medicine from the space, and said: "The main thing is the virus infected in this wound. I have to study it and see what it is."
Patriarch Wang watched her place a thin blade on the table, light a fire, and have someone prepare some clean water. He then asked, "Ghost doctor, I have no feeling in my arm anymore." He was afraid that even if she used the knife now, she would not be able to cure his injury.
Feng Jiu smiled and said, "So, I saved the painkillers?" After washing her hands, she burned a thin blade on the flame for a while, and then she started to clean his swollen and blackened wound. At the same time, she said, "Wang Yu, wash your hands and squeeze out the blood and pus from your father's wound."
"Okay." Wang Yu responded, and after washing his hands, he helped.
As the knife cut, blood and pus gushed out. Wang Yu did as she said, squeezed out the blood and pus from the wound, and then cleaned the wound.
Fengjiu cleaned the thin blade and burned it with flames. After Wang Yu wiped the wound clean, she removed the rotten and blackened flesh...
At first, the head of the Wang family didn't feel anything. Even when the knife was cutting his flesh, he didn't feel any pain. Until later, his hands gradually regained consciousness and cold sweat oozed out.
He looked back and saw that a large piece of flesh on his arm had been removed, revealing the bones in his arm. However, the bones were not the normal off-white color, but seemed to have been corroded, with black spots scattered on the bones.
Fengjiu helped him clean the wound, applied some medicine to promote tissue regeneration and stop bleeding, and then bandaged it up, saying, "You can see that part of the bone is necrotic, and the virus has already penetrated into the bone marrow."
As she spoke, she washed her hands in clean water, and Leng Shuang opened all the windows to let the wind blow away the bloody smell.
"Give this medicine to your father!"
Feng Jiu handed a pill to Wang Yu and said, "You stay with him to prevent any accidents. The evil energy in his body is strange. If it attacks, he will lose all his reason. Also, don't get hurt by him. If he scratches you or the wounds on your body are stained with his blood, you will also be infected."
Feng Jiu instructed, glanced at the father and son, and said, "Also, it's best not to go out before the problem is solved."
Fengjiu and the other person left, leaving only the father and son there. Seeing his father's pale face and cold sweats from the pain of the wound, Wang Yu said, "Dad, I'll take you back to rest! Don't worry about the things at home, I'll keep an eye on it."
"Okay." The head of the Wang family nodded and let him help him to the main courtyard.
After leaving, Feng Jiu and Leng Shuang arrived at the garden and saw Du Fan and Ye Feifei coming, so they stopped immediately.
"Master." The two men bowed and came in front of her.
“Come sit over there!” Fengjiu gestured and walked towards the pavilion.
A few people followed her, and after she sat down, Du Fan told her about the situation: "We dealt with the dozen or so demon cultivators, but I heard that the situation of some cultivators in this city is different. They were originally mercenaries, not demon cultivators, but somehow they were also infected with demonic energy and killed anyone they saw."