Manbao asked Zhou Liru to go to the carriage to get the medical kit, while she rolled up her sleeves and asked the host for hot water and a clean cloth.
She wiped off all the medicine from the opponent, washed the wound again, and then frowned as she examined it.
Master Zhi Ren knew some medicine, and he wasn't bad at it. Being able to stop the bleeding and save a life with such a large wound was already quite commendable.
However, his medical supplies were incomplete, and the wound was too large, so it had worsened.
Manbao asked Zhou Liru to open the medical kit, took out a knife and scissors, recited a prescription for Bai Shan to fetch herbs, and then asked Zhou Liru to help clean the rotten flesh.
The old man stood by, dumbfounded, as he watched the two young girls take a knife and scissors to start cutting into his flesh. He couldn't help but look towards the high monk.
