Leo boiled a bowl of thick Ma Fei Tang, trying to pry open Che Luofeng's teeth and get him to drink it, but Che Luofeng's face was pale. He was seriously injured in the mountains and forests in the north, and he came back here with his last breath, and he had almost exhausted all his physical strength.
Blake said nothing, took the bowl, tilted his head back, put the Ma Fei Tang in his mouth, and lowered his head to pass it to him.
Leo bent the suture needle and asked Blake to wash his hands with liquor and assist him. He said in a deep voice: "Thanks to his companions, he used a bowl to hold the intestines. Otherwise, if it was broken, even gods could not save it. Move all the lights and mirrors over."
His men had driven away all irrelevant people in the tent. Leo first used liquor to clean the wounds of the unconscious Che Luofeng to remove the pus, blood and filth. More and more blood came out, and Che Luofeng's body gradually became cold. Leo then asked the two Rouran boys who were helping him to press the hemostatic acupoints and give him acupuncture to stop the bleeding.
"You have saved people with similar injuries before." Blake said when he saw that Leo was very familiar with the procedure and his movements were very quick.
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