Feng Yin stopped manually adjusting the medicine, and instead used a large pot to boil the medicinal materials directly. He then found a guard in green clothes and looked at the stove: "Don't make the fire too high, and don't make the fire too low."
The Qing Yi looked confused:???
How does this work?
Just put your hand in to test the temperature, then start to accurately control the current temperature, and then put your arm in to try again after a while...
I have to say that this job is too difficult for this dear man.
Feng Yin returned to the room and quickly dispensed the ointment that had been mixed.
At the same time as it was in hand, a trace of spiritual energy from the Spiritual Transformation Meridian quietly entered the large ball of ointment paste on hand, and then, with his hands like the wind, the ball turned into hundreds of small black balls.
Turning round and round.
The spiritual power in each pill is only about one-twentieth of the one I had to take. I have worked hard to study that magic medicine, but I haven’t successfully developed it yet. These are only slightly effective, but the effect is better than the real medicine.
The miracle medicine was a semi-failure that was a million miles away.
This statement, combined with the previous rhetoric, is a perfect match, echoing back and forth, seamlessly.
There are a lot of things like this. After all, I have studied it who knows how many times in the past two years?
Then he ordered the medicine bowls in the store to be taken out, mixed a large bowl full of steaming bitter medicine soup and brought it out.
"For patients with serious internal injuries, drinking a sip of medicinal soup and taking one pill may save their lives and keep them alive."
Feng Yin shouted: "Immediately, immediately!"
"good!"
The guard in green clothes nearby, such as Feng Lunyin, hurriedly and carefully carried the medicine bowl and pills over.
The Qingyi guards who were feeding the medicine were very experienced. One of them helped his companion up, while the other pinched his nose, opened his mouth with dexterous fingers, and then drank the medicine in one gulp.
Before the person being fed could feel burned or scream in pain, a pill had already entered his mouth.
He saw his fingers hook up, his chin closing with a click, and he immediately pinched his mouth. As soon as he exhaled through his nose, he swallowed all the pills and soup with a cluck sound...
At this time, the wounded man yelled as he was being burned: "I...fuck!"
Only then did he finally blurt it out.
I just feel like my throat has been burned and a layer of skin has been peeled off.
At this stall, life is at stake. A second's delay could kill someone, so there's no need to worry about being gentle and whether it's hot or not.
The medicine was taken smoothly and took effect quickly. The injured person felt something like burning coal rushing down his throat, and his whole body immediately broke out in sweat, and a warm current poured into his meridians.
With just a cup of tea, all the wounded who took the medicine felt refreshed and felt a warm feeling in their chest and abdomen.
Although he will definitely not be cured instantly, it is certain that his life can be saved. At least, he is relieved.
Even the critically injured patients who were unconscious and had lost most of their lives had already breathed a sigh of relief; they groaned weakly and regained their consciousness.
In Feng Yin's view, these effects only saved one life and were of no use to the recovery of injuries.
But in the eyes of others, it is already a magical method!
Not only does this mean that the vitality is not exhausted, but the vitality is endless, it is an immediate effect, and the soul is revived and lives longer!
…
Some of those who had recovered better tried to struggle on their own and gave up their hospital beds to those with more serious injuries.
"First... help me up first. I will sit against the wall over there for a while. This bed will be given to the other brothers."
"I'm fine. Don't occupy the bed. You won't die if you lean against the wall for a while."
"Stop the ink stain, hurry up! Can't you see the seriousness of the injury? I'm so angry that I can scold you, so why are you nagging?"
The dozen or so wounded who were among the first batch to take the elixir were carried on someone's back, held in someone's arms, or some staggered by themselves. They all bowed silently to Feng Yin before moving to the wall.
These silent military salutes touched Feng Yin's heart inexplicably.
He became even more serious.
Looking at the group of injured people who had moved out of the room, they were carefully sitting against the wall, seemingly trying to minimize the area occupied by themselves. Feng Yin was inexplicably touched in his heart again.
Because only they know that the wounded are definitely more than the ones in front of them.
There will be a lot more to come.
You should recover quickly and wait until a large number of injured people arrive. If you can help, you should reach out to help. If you can't help, go outside and rest against the wall. You can't stay in this yard for too long.
Every place, including the place where I am leaning now, is the life of a brother!
Those with serious internal injuries will be treated first, and those with severed limbs and excessive bleeding will be treated first.
There was no need for Feng Yin to order arrangements, and the wounded had even been sorted out by themselves. Some people tried their best to shrink back: "I can wait a while, sir, you deal with him first..."
This kind of humility made Feng Yin, an outsider, feel warm in his heart.
Although each of them humiliated and cursed, everyone could hear and see the true feelings behind them.
"Hurry up, stop the ink stain! If you die, who will I find to get the fifty taels of silver you owe me!"
"That's right, when I heard this, I remembered it. Wang Laosan, why don't you, mother-in-law, hurry up and treat your injuries? I'm telling you, if you die, I will definitely default on the money I owe you!"
Feng Yin's heart surged with heat.
These guys are really cute.
And this style of work is said to have been passed down from the Great Master Qing Ming back then.
It is said that Grand Master Qingming and his brother were seriously injured at the same time. He forced the last medicine into his brother's mouth. He dragged his breath and asked his brother to pay back the twenty taels of silver he owed him as soon as possible...
The reason is: lest I die and not receive the payment.
Afterwards, I lay on the hospital bed, gnawing on the apple that my brother had peeled with tears of gratitude, and summoned all the executives of Rainbow Tianyi to lecture me.
"This bastard owes me money and hasn't paid it back. I just risked my life to find him to get it back. Why did I do this? Of course there is a reason... This is also to set an example for you."
"It's not easy for brothers, and it's even harder to make money. They work hard every day with their heads in their hands, firstly for the empire, for their beliefs, and secondly, for their wives, children and parents."
"On the battlefield, it is appropriate to risk one another's lives to save each other. However, brothers are brothers, and money is money. If you borrow money, no matter your position, no matter how great your credit, you will not repay the debt if you default on it, or you will not pay back the debt based on brotherly feelings.
Give it to me, fire them all! Such people, even if they are injured ten thousand times for their brothers, are not worthy of staying in my Rainbow Heavenly Clothes!"
"Because, you and your brother are brothers, but your brother's family and you are not brothers! You can't let your brother have a conflict with his wife because of his relationship with your brother, and you can't let your brother have a conflict with his wife just because of his loyalty to you.
Let his own children not have food to eat! This section needs to be remembered clearly!"
"Rainbow Tianyi, brothers can trust each other with their lives, but brothers don't owe each other a penny! This is the rule!"
"As long as I am Qing Ming, this rule will only be valid for one day!"
This has also led to the strange phenomenon that Feng Yin sees now: each other is willing to risk life and death for each other, but each of them talks about money, and they look like people in the market.
…
Except for these serious internal injuries, the rest of the external injuries were dealt with without the help of Feng Yin. Most of them were handled by Qing Yiwei themselves.
After all, those injuries are basically broken arms, legs, and ribs. Although there are differences in the treatment of these injuries, there is not so much emphasis on healing injuries in the military. It is more about pursuing efficiency, and all warriors have a skill or two.
, it can be regarded as an alternative manifestation of long-term illness becoming a cure.
Except for those who were directly cut off, there was nothing that could be done, and others whose bones were just broken could be cured after a while by clamping them with wooden boards and applying ointment.
So the whole yard was like slaughtering pigs, and those who couldn't help but scream would definitely attract a lot of people to laugh at them.
"Why are you shouting? Does it hurt that much? It's just a mosquito bite."
Seeing that his comrades were alive and well, he could make all kinds of jokes, laugh and curse, and there was no pressure at all.
Feng Yin's medicinal decoction and pills are so effective, how can Qing Yiwei abandon one and the other and let him help deal with trauma?
That is putting the cart before the horse.
After a tense process, about half an hour later, all the wounded in this wave had been dealt with.
Several people in Tsing Yi, who had been busy throughout the process without stopping for a moment, sat on the ground, sweating like rain, but the expressions on their faces were relieved.
"Thank you, Mr. Feng!" Both the injured and the people in Tsing Yi who brought the wounded back said in unison.
Looking into Feng Yin's eyes, they were filled with gratitude.
Everyone knows in their hearts that if it weren't for the magical rejuvenation of Feng Yin and the miraculous effect of the elixir, at least a dozen of the dozens of brothers sent today would have died.
A lot of people still have to lose their future in martial arts.
Now, not only has no one died, but the origin of martial arts has not been damaged. It is simply an incredible miracle.
Yes, it is a miracle. It is an out-and-out miracle wherever you put it!
"Sir, may I ask if you still have this secret elixir?" The leader, the man in green, walked up to Feng Yin and said respectfully.
"The medicine is still available."
"That's... great." Qing Yi beamed with joy: "Can you take more... of this..."
"Although this medicine works quickly, it is mainly used to stimulate the human body's life potential. You can only take one pill a day. If you take more, it will cause a huge burden on the body and be harmful rather than beneficial."
"After all, this is just a waste medicine that I didn't completely refine when I was refining the elixir. Although it is somewhat effective, the toxicity in the medicine is still there. Therefore, you can't take more."
Feng Yin said lightly: "As long as these brothers who are injured now remain angry and take time to recuperate, it is a magical method to recover in one day. I don't have that ability!"
"Yes, yes, sir, you are absolutely right. I was wrong." The man in Tsing Yi didn't feel dissatisfied at all, but showed even more respect on his face.
Waste medicine can bring the dead back to life, so if the real magic medicine is successfully refined...?
"My medicine also has some good points. For those with internal injuries, if they feel that their condition has improved, they can try to stand up and move around, do exercises on their own to recover, and stimulate their life potential. This can save lives and also benefit themselves;
I guess there will be wounded people coming in a while. Everyone needs to help," Feng Yin said.
"Yes, sir, that's right."
When he turned around and left, the man in green clothes almost felt as if he was in a dream.
Internal injuries have always been more difficult to heal than external injuries; patients with internal injuries have always received better care.
But when it comes to Mr. Feng, everything seems to be reversed.
A person with internal injuries actually had to give up his bed just to rest...
There is no need to move the injured ones.
This is too contrary to common sense and knowledge, right?
According to what Mr. Feng meant, he actually planned to wait for the next batch of wounded to arrive so that the current batch of wounded with serious internal injuries could help with the work?!
Hey, this is too daring to think...
***The author has something to say***
The first poet in the Feng family has appeared. He is writing and writing, and is waiting for the management to recruit the group of celebrities. The first poet is waiting for the second one in the group.
Then announced a rule: you can like it, but you can't brush it off...