Xu Yue brought the medicine box. Most of the villagers suffered from external injuries, some were shot by arrows, and some were cut with knives. The tools and materials in the medicine box can be used for suturing and promoting wound healing.

Now the family is very relieved about Xu Yue acting alone. After all, she is the leader. Although she is not old, Wang Pingping and Xu Da have gradually let go and let her make some decisions on her own.

Only Xu Dalang always followed Xu Yue, always paying attention to her safety.

However, Xu Dalang determined that this village was not a threat, and he did not keep a close eye on Xu Yue. The two brothers and sisters were in front of each other, separated by a short distance.

Boss Wu followed the brothers and sisters. When he saw Xu Yue taking the medicine box, he also took out some powder to stop bleeding.

The closed mountain village, which hardly interacts with the outside world, is very exclusive. If you get close to someone with bare hands, people will not want to talk to you at all.

But if you bring something they urgently need, such as medicine, then they will be very enthusiastic towards you.

After the brief one-sided fight just now, Mr. Wu had already guessed that Mr. Xu's family had unusual identities. He was not surprised at all when he saw that a little girl named Xu Yue had become the leader of the family and came to help the villagers.

This young lady from the Xu family was very good at killing people. If he hadn't seen her take action with his own eyes, he would never have believed that this girl who looked kind and obedient on the outside was actually a martial arts master who could kill without batting an eyelid.

Somehow, Boss Wu suddenly remembered the piece of bacon he sold from Xu Yue before. You said Miss Xu, could it be that you used a murderer's knife to cut the meat?

"Uncle Wu?"

"Ah! Ah?"

Xu Yue suddenly shouted. Boss Wu, who was lost in thought, was startled at first. Then he realized that he had thought too much and looked at Xu Yue in confusion, not knowing what she asked him to do.

Boss Wu couldn't figure out what to think. Xu Yue smiled helplessly and asked:

"Uncle Wu, can you speak their dialect?"

Xu Yue weighed the medicine box and pointed to the ancestral hall with a high threshold in front of her. The injured villagers were placed here, and the village's barefoot doctor and the villagers were inside to help treat the injured.

"I know how to sew, but there doesn't seem to be such a method here, which may cause unnecessary misunderstandings. I need Uncle Wu to help translate." Xu Yue requested.

Boss Wu nodded, "It's okay. Let me tell you, you wait first. Generally, outsiders are not allowed to enter the village ancestral hall."

Xu Yue nodded and waited outside the ancestral hall.

Boss Wu first shouted into the ancestral hall, and when he saw the village chief there, he happily walked in holding the hemostatic powder he had brought.

The dialects in the northern region are similar. Xu Yue vaguely heard a few words such as "woman", "Is this okay", "ancestors blame" and so on.

Looking at the unhappy face of the village chief in the ancestral hall, we know that he is very opposed to Xu Yue entering the ancestral hall.

However, under Boss Wu's lobbying, the situation gradually became more relaxed.

Mr. Wu said: "Village Chief, you don't know this. Stitches are not a rare thing in Yuyang County. This is how the old doctor at the Xujiajun Health Clinic treats the injured. It can make them very good."

quick."

"You have just seen what Mr. Xu and his family are capable of. These are not ordinary people. They came from Yuyang and saved everyone. Now that Miss Xu has seen that the villagers were seriously injured, she deliberately used such a secret technique. It shows that she has no bad intentions.

, the village chief might as well give it a try?"

"You may not know that this kind of secret technique can only be mastered by doctors in Yuyang County. It is almost unknown to the outside world. If the villagers can encounter it, they are lucky."

With Boss Wu's persuasion, the expression on the village chief's face became more and more relaxed.

The two people spoke loudly, and everyone in the ancestral hall heard it. The injured were all their own brothers, sisters, uncles and parents. When they heard that Xu Yue had the means to save her family, she was even more anxious than the village chief.

Before the village chief could say anything, the barefoot doctor who was sweating profusely from exhaustion came over and asked the village chief to let Xu Yue in so that she could have a try.

The village chief was still a little hesitant. Most of the villagers were simple, but he had sensed that the other party's identity was suspicious from the sensitive words that Boss Wu frequently mentioned such as Xu Jiajun and Yuyang.

No one would help someone for no reason, they just didn’t know what this Miss Xu family wanted to do.

But then she thought about it, they were a poor village, what else could she think about?

"Village chief?" the barefoot doctor asked again.

The old village chief sighed, nodded, and walked towards the Xu brothers and sisters who were standing outside the door.

The villagers in the ancestral hall breathed a sigh of relief and swarmed forward. Before the village chief could test it, Xu Yue was enthusiastically pulled in.

Xu Yue scanned around and found that almost half of the young men in the village were lying here. Some of them had suffered serious stab wounds, were bleeding profusely, and had fallen into coma. The doctors hadtily wrapped them in linen cloth and plant ash, and their faces were pale.

Look at the relatively minor injuries next to them, including sprains, falls, minor stab wounds, and fractures, but they are not yet close to death.

Another person who had been dragged and suffered internal injuries was already dead. He was placed in another corner with his face covered with torn linen. His relatives were kneeling there, crying muffledly.

While Xu Yue put down the medicine box in front of the seriously injured villager, she quickly glanced at the small ancestral hall. At a glance, she saw a lot of memorial tablets standing on wooden shelves, with fresh chicken and sheep tributes placed on them.

The earliest humans actually believed not in gods, but in ghosts. When people could not accept reality, they would begin to seek comfort from ghosts and gods.

For example, the ancestors who have passed away are the original objects of belief for people.

Several old women knelt in front of the ancestral tablets, sometimes rolling on the ground, sometimes jumping upright, as if they were performing some kind of summoning ceremony.

But the comatose people did not wake up.

Xu Yue sighed softly, looked back, took out the alcohol and cotton from the medicine box, first removed the unqualified bandage that the barefoot doctor had used at the beginning, cleaned the wound again, then took out the crochet cup, quickly sterilized it and started suturing.

Without the conditions to create a sterile environment, Xu Yue just tried her best to make the disinfection process as good as possible.

The old village chief and the barefoot doctor gathered around Xu Yue and watched with their own eyes as she used a curved needle to sew the wounds on the human body. Their eyes widened in surprise.

But while I was shocked, there was also a strange sense of realization that came to my mind.

It turns out that nothing terrible will happen if human flesh is sewn up.

There were six or seven patients with deep wounds. The alcohol used for disinfection and the gauze used for bandaging in Xu Yue's medicine box were quickly consumed.

She could only leave the ancestral hall under the pretext of going back to get medicine, ran back to the tent that had been set up at home, took out a few bottles of alcohol from the research room, poured them into the ceramic bottles she had prepared at the beginning, and then continued back to the ancestral hall to complete the sutures.
Chapter completed!