Looking at Mu Xu who blocked him, Sang Shui said, "Brother Mu Xu, you're wrong. I came here not to persuade your patriarch to fight, but when I left yesterday, I saw that many people in your tribe were injured, so I specially invited the doctors who accompanied us to help them deal with the wounds."

After hearing Sang Shui's words, Musu shook his head and said, "It's useless. The weather is too hot now, and many people's wounds have become purulent. Tonight, the patriarch plans to perform the fire ceremony. Whether he can survive depends on themselves."

In this world, Fire Religion is a very cruel way to treat wounds.

After the wound becomes inflamed, burn it with red charcoal.

Although doing so can eliminate inflammation near the wound, it is just a way to quench thirst by drinking cranes.

Because scalds are more likely to cause inflammation, although one or two lucky people will eliminate the inflammation after the fire ceremony and the wound will gradually heal, it is only a very extreme example.

After hearing Mu Xu's words, Sang Shui knew that it would be impossible to convince him. Thinking of this, he took out a knife and cut a long cut on his arm with a knife in Mu Xu's vigilant look.

"You, what are you doing?" Musu and others asked in confusion as they looked at Sang Shui's actions.

"Brother Mu Xu, you won't understand how powerful our Chinese doctors are. They can stop bleeding, suture wounds, and eliminate inflammation. Even women who have difficulty giving birth can cut their stomachs and take out the child. Moreover, adults and children cannot die. No matter how much I say, you will definitely not believe it, so I have to show you!" As Sang Shui spoke, the wound on his hand was bleeding hard.

Just before Musu and the others could react, two Chinese doctors surrounded him.

He took off the medical box on his back, took out the hemostatic medicine from it and sprayed it on it.

Under the gaze of Musu and the others, the wound on Sanshui's arm miraculously stopped the blood.

In fact, this is also because Sang Shui is clever.

The blood vessels were staggered in the cuts. Although the wounds looked long and scary, they were actually just skin trauma.

After stopping the bleeding, the military doctor took out the sheep intestinal thread and curved needle to start suturing.

Seeing this, Sang Shui's face turned green.

"Cough cough!" Sang Shui coughed a few times.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, it will be fine soon!" the doctor said with a look at him.

After one injection, Sang Shui's face turned from white to green, and she started coughing hard again.

"Don't be nervous, two people hold his arms and shake hard, which will affect my stitching!" said the doctor.

As the needle penetrated through Sang Shui's arm, Mu Xu and his friends' faces turned green, and it felt like the needle was piercing themselves. It was so scary.

When he was held down by two strong men, Sang Shui finally couldn't help it.

"Are I knocking on you? Why am I nervous? Can't you take anesthetic first?" Sang Shui roared.

The doctor touched his head awkwardly and said, "Uh, I see that you were so decisive in the cutting. I thought you were not afraid of pain. Don't worry, I'll give you a blow!"

"Hurry up, cut yourself and try to see if it hurts!" Sang Shui said angrily.

The anesthetic spray on the wound had an immediate effect. The mulberry water stopped cold in a blink of an eye, and the cold sweat on his head stopped dripping.

The situation here attracted many people from the Wood tribe to come and watch.

A small external wound suture surgery, let alone these well-trained doctors who can even sew the seven layers of skin on pregnant women's belly. As long as you are not afraid, an ordinary person can still sew it. It is nothing more than a question of whether it is sewn well or not.

In principle, there is no difference between sewing meat and slit clothes when they are torn.

In just over a dozen minutes, the wound on Sang Shui's hand was healed. In addition to the extra centipede-like foot line on his hand, the wound was tightly connected to one piece.

During this time, there were a group of people around the three layers inside and three layers outside.

"This, that's all?" Kisu asked in disbelief.

"That's right, you know how heavy I cut just now. This wound will start to heal in two or three days and will be completely healed in more than ten days." Sang Shui raised his numb and unconscious hand and smiled.

"What if it gets inflamed?" Musu couldn't understand what it means for more than ten days, but he felt that the time should not be very long.

"No, our doctors have a way to prevent inflammation of the wound, so it will definitely not cause inflammation. If it will cause inflammation, I will not foolishly perform experiments on myself. Not only will this new wound not inflamed, but our Chinese doctors have ways to deal with those already inflamed wounds." Sang Shui said proudly.

"What you said is true, didn't lie to me?" Musu confirmed again.

"Did you knock on you? Can I almost cut my hands off to lie to you? What are the benefits of lying to you? If there is no anti-inflammatory method, the wound on my hand is so long and it will become inflamed. Isn't it dead? I kindly bring the doctor to help your injured tribe members heal your wounded tribe members. Instead, you doubt me. Since I don't believe me so much, can't I leave?" Sang Shui's face changed as soon as she said that she would change. She seized the opportunity and immediately shook her face to show Mu Xu and the others.

Seeing that Sang Shui was not polite, Mu Xu became timid and hurriedly grabbed Sang Shui and said, "No, don't leave, I believe you, can't believe you? I asked my patriarch to come and let him come immediately. Please wait, don't leave!"

After saying that, Kisu ran quickly towards the village.

Before running, he did not forget to give instructions to let the rest of his tribe members look at Sangshui and the others, and must not let them go.

After more than ten minutes, Mu Xu pulled the leader of their Mu tribe back panting and ran back.

After hearing Mu Xu's report, the Mu Clan leader still looked in disbelief on his face.

"If the wound is inflamed, it means that the poison of the God of Death is stained with. The Chinese people are not gods, how can they destroy the poison of the God of Death!" said the leader of the Mu clan with disdain.

"Class leader, really, Sangshui cut his hand in front of me. They wiped the potion and the blood stopped. It looked so painful at first, but they sprayed another potion. Sangshui immediately stopped shaking, and her face did not sweat. She couldn't tell the pain. It was so amazing, and there was no need for them to come to deceive us!" Musu explained as he ran.

When I returned to the village, there was a group of people next to Sangshui.

The entire Wood Clan and the injured people, as long as they can move, basically surrounded them.

Before he could get close to the crowd, the leader of the Mu tribe heard the exclamations of his tribe members from inside.

"Oh my God, it doesn't hurt anymore! It's really no pain. I was so painful just now that I was going to death. After a shot, it doesn't hurt at all. Look, I squeezed the wound and didn't hurt anymore! Look, I tear off the rotten meat and didn't hurt at all. Damn, I tore off all the good meat, it doesn't hurt at all. It's amazing!" A Wood tribe who had just taken anesthetics to tear it off his wound like a second stroke.

A small wound was twice as big as he himself.

If Sang Shui hadn't seen the situation was wrong, he would have rushed up to stop him. God would know if he would tear out his intestines.

The leader of the Mu clan squeezed into the crowd and frowned and asked, "What the hell is going on? Why are they all gathering here?"

After asking, the crowd was quiet for a moment, but then everyone started arguing even more enthusiastically.

The tribe member who had just been injected with anesthetic ran up and pointed to the place where the bleeding in his abdomen and said, "Class leader, the Chinese doctor gave me an injection just now, and my whole stomach didn't hurt anymore. Look, I used my fist to hammer the wound without any pain. It's so amazing. They can really save us!"

Seeing the Mu tribe who had a strong tendency to self-harm, hammered the flesh and blood of his wounds flying, Sang Shui stopped him again and warned him not to touch the wounds anymore, otherwise it would be difficult to treat.

Who knew that this second-hand man told Sangshui that he didn't need to be cured. He felt that he was already healed. In a few days, when the meat grows up, he will be like a normal person.

After observing this tribe member in his tribe who lost when he was a child and the triceratops bull, he saw that he really didn't feel any pain, the leader of the Mu tribe became confused.

However, the wound does not hurt anymore, but it does not mean that the injury is healed.

He pulled Sang Shui over and carefully observed the wound on Sang Shui's arm that had just been sewn.

"Will you do this?" asked the Mu Clan Chief.

"Don't worry, I'll pack it up, and it won't make it inflamed. Our Chinese doctors can even put out the fire for women with difficult labor. This small injury doesn't count for them!" Sang Shui said while patting his chest.

"If you can cure the wounds of our tribe, so that they can survive more than half of them, I will listen to you whatever you say. If you lie to me and cannot be cured..." said the Mu clan leader with a serious expression.

However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Sangshui.

"It cannot be cured. These minor injuries are considered a ball. As long as they are not the kind of person who will die, don't worry, I will save you all!" Sang Shui said confidently.

How magical Chinese doctors are, the tribe members know the most deeply.

Being able to open your stomach and take out your child, and sew it alone to make people die. Such things can be done, if you are bombed by a shell or a musket, these minor injuries are counted?

With the permission of the Chinese clan leader, these Chinese doctors approached the village, then opened the medical box and started treating the people.

In fact, in Huacheng, if it is not a particularly serious disease, it is not recommended to take anesthetics.

Because anesthetics are still harmful to people to a certain extent.

However, for these people, what Sangshui wants is immediate results, so whether it is to take iron sheets from the body, cut off the rotten flesh from their bodies, or apply medicine to them and suture the wounds, the anesthetic will be beaten to death like a money-free one.

Anyway, two buckets of erectile syrup can be produced in Huacheng's man-eating tree farm every day. After the essence is refined, there are also many. Anesthetics are not valuable at all in Huacheng, and they don't feel sorry for using them. Especially the guy who was said to have beaten the cow with the triceratops when he was a child. In order to make him honest and not further damage the wound, he simply gave him anesthetic with almost half a needle and completely numb him.

The effect of these wounded people after taking anesthetics was just as Murasu expected. They all shouted happily, telling others that they would not feel any pain.

Since it doesn't hurt, these people can face any bloody face, even if these bloody things happen to them.

Therefore, when the little knife cuts rotten meat on himself with one knife, they can also discuss which doctor cuts too much and which one cuts too little.

When doctors use magnetic rods to detect metal shrapnel from their bodies and then pick them out with their fingers, they can still pick up the shrapnel and observe them carefully.

Of course, not everyone went so smoothly.

Some people who hurt their heads fainted after hitting the anesthetic.

Some people have too dangerous places for injuries. Doctors cannot do their skills or skills, and cut off their arteries or internal organs. After a severe bleeding, the wounded will die directly.

However, the psychological expectation of the Mu clan leader was that if these people survived by Chinese doctors, they would be considered a great success.

So those small number of dead tribe members did not even frown at all.

After all, in this era, without anti-inflammatory means, the wound will basically be suppuration.

As long as these doctors can save some people, even if there are some casualties and injuries, isn’t that normal?

Many military doctors came this time, although 80% of them were apprentices, since these people were able to escape after being injured and dragged to this time, their injuries were not too serious.

Because of the serious injuries, they are already dead.

Therefore, even if you are apprentices, you can complete the treatment tasks well under the guidance of a doctor.

In this way, in less than two hours, the wounded were all treated.

After the wound was treated, the doctor prescribed some medicine for each injured person based on the situation, explained the method they used, and reminded them of what they needed to pay attention to, especially the point of not getting wet, which was even said several times.

When these doctors finished their work, the people from the Mu tribe seemed more friendly to Sangshui and others.

Although they all don’t know if this treatment is useful.

But these people were wholeheartedly dealing with their wounds, and their serious eyes were seen by everyone.

People have evil and good. It is normal for you to give me sincerely, and it is better to get a smile on your face.

On that day, Sangshui and the others were kept.

After all, there is no particularly obvious change in the wounds of these wounds now. The Mu people don’t know whether the treatment effect is used. If Sangshui is deceiving them, they will die after treatment. If Sangshui runs away and then asks him to find him, it will be troublesome. It’s better to leave their wounds directly before they change.

And mulberry water is completely unconscious of being taken care of.

Instead, he was in the Wood Clan and had a lot of chats with these Wood Clans.
Chapter completed!