Hearing this, Wang Yu couldn't help but asked urgently: "What should I do? Is there a way to cure it?"
"Take a look at it first!" Feng Jiu said, taking out the thin knife and medicine from the space, and said: "It's mainly the virus infected on this wound. I have to research and study to see what it is."
Patriarch Wang watched her put a thin blade on the table and lit the fire, and asked someone to prepare clean water, and asked: "Ghost doctor, my arm is no longer conscious." I'm afraid, she can also heal with the knife now. It's not good that he is hurt.
Feng Jiu smiled and said, "So, I saved the pain medicine?" After she cleaned her hands, she burned the thin blade on the flame for a while, then started to help him clean up the swollen hair. The black wound said at the same time: "Wang Yu, clean your hands, and wait to squeeze the blood pus from your father's wound."
"Okay." Wang Yu replied, and helped by the side after cleaning his hands.
As soon as the knife was cut, blood pus came out. According to what she said, Wang Yu squeezed the blood pus from the wound, and then cleaned the wound.
Feng Jiu cleaned the thin blade and burned it with flames. After Wang Yu wiped the wound clean, the blackened flesh was removed...
At first, Patriarch Wang didn't feel the slightest, even if the knife was picking his flesh, he didn't feel the slightest pain, until, when he gradually came to the back, his hands gradually became conscious and cold sweat oozes out.
He looked back and saw that a large piece of meat in his arm had been removed, revealing the hand bones in the arm. However, the bones were not normal off-white, but seemed to have been corroded, with scattered black bones. point.
Feng Jiu helped him clean up the wound, and he was wounded with the medicine powder for muscle growth and hemostasis. Then he bandaged and said, "You have also seen that part of the bone is necrotic, and the virus has soaked into the bone marrow."
While she was talking, she washed her hands in clear water, and Leng Shuang opened the windows to let the wind blow away the smell of blood.
"Give this medicine to your father!"
Feng Jiu handed out a pill to Wang Yu, saying, "You can guard him so as not to be surprised. The devilish energy on his body is weird. If it happens, he will lose his sanity. Also, don't If you are injured by him, if you are scratched by him or if your wound is stained with his blood, you will also be infected."
Feng Jiu confessed, glanced at their father and son, and said, "Also, before the problem is solved, it is best not to go out."
Feng Jiu and the two left, only their father and son were there. Seeing his father's face pale and sweating from the pain of the wound, Wang Yu said: "Father, I'll send you back to rest! Don't worry about family affairs. , I will stare."
"Okay." Patriarch Wang nodded, and he helped him to the main courtyard.
When Feng Jiu and Leng Shuang came to the garden after leaving, they saw Du Fan and Ye Fei flying over, and stopped right now.
"Master." The two saluted and came to her.
"Go and sit there!" Feng Jiu motioned, and walked to the pavilion.
Several people followed, and after she sat down, Du Fan told her about the situation: "The dozen or so demons were solved by us, but I heard that some monks in this city are in different situations. It was originally a mercenary and not a demon repair, but somehow it was also infected with demon energy, and he killed people when he saw it."