Chapter 415: Conspiracy! Hemophilia patients (1/2)
Many people in the room recorded the prescriptions that the Jiu Yuan’s little priest later spoke out, and the little priest even said the amount of the drug ingredients.
This makes everyone incredible and feels that the little priest is a bit crazy.
Yes, he is a bit crazy, not stupid.
No one will think that the little priest is stupid, unless it's a stupid person, and why the little priest does this, everyone has a different opinion.
High Priest Zhao-Ge sighed softly and smiled a little at the corner of his eyes. ”That Little Witch Mo is very good.”
”Oh? How?” Mucheng-Forest City’s Lord had long been curious about the action of the little priest.
Zhao-Ge face was light and green, and ”The herbs he said, even if we don't have all of them, we can basically find them in the market after the test. I have a hunch that it will be a very good witch prescription.”
Mucheng-Forest City’s Lord smiled, “Cong Sheng is better than you?”
”Oh, that kid, he is also using the blood ability. Although our Mucheng-Forest City is famous for its treatment and poisoning, we are relying on all kinds of plants that we can control. In terms of ability, not to mention Wucheng- City of Witches, even if it’s Yincheng-Sound City, we may not be able to compare.”
Mucheng-Forest City’s Lord listened to the High Priest so degraded and nodded. “After we lost the friendship of The Longevity Pine Tribe, our ability has never gotten back.”
”Well. The blood flow will only become thinner and thinner. We have a huge population than the other cities in the upper city, but not only do we have more than 70% of the people born without a little blood, and the rest of the 30% of the 30% people can break through to the intermediate level, and the number that can break through the advanced level is even less. In the long run...”
”High Priest Zhao-Ge, you are telling me that we can't rely too much on our ability in the future, right?”
”Not only that, we have to think a lot about the 70% of the tribesmen who can't awakened their blood abilities. And Jiu Yuan not only has the normal warrior training method of the non-blood ability warrior from primary to advanced level, but now I can see their witch medicine level is very good. They have already surpassed even the best.” Zhao-Ge glanced sideways looked to the Wucheng- City of Witches , smiled and said, “Wucheng- City of Witches 12th Priest, except Grand Witch Xiang, The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu is the most cunning one who has spent the rest of his life finding a disciple, so how may that person be an ordinary person?”
Mucheng-Forest City’s Lord involuntarily looked at the young priest and The Jiu Yuan Chief. Unfortunately, the territory of Mucheng-Forest City and The Jiu Yuan is not bordered, otherwise they can form a good alliance.
Zhao-Ge suddenly smiled: ”Tucheng-Earth City has some territory bordering us.”
”Ah! Just, the princess of doesn't want to go on with her older brother. It's better to send her back.” Mu Shao, who had been listening to his ears, had squeezed over.
Mucheng-Forest City’s Lord slapped his head and said in a very helpless tone: “What did the Princess say to your older brother?”
At the beginning, he was bent on his own way. He had to find a noble wife for the disabled son. As a result, Tucheng-Earth City sent their long princess, but the princess was obviously reluctant, and he had not been with Mu Yuan for so many years. How close is it, and his son is even more disheartened.
Mu Shao grinned. ”She cried to her big brother and said that we helped the Jiu Yuan and caused for them to not help City.”
”What did your big brother say?”
Mu Shao said with pride: ”I didn't say anything to Big Brother. I told her she should give my big brother a baby, then Tucheng-Earth City sshould cure my big brother. Then we will help Tucheng-Earth City.”
“Nonsense!” Mucheng-Forest City’s Lord pushed his son away.
Mu Shao's eyes turned and decided to provoke the wife who provoked his older brother.
Zhao-Ge got up and Luo Jue was already inviting them to judge priest's past experience of watching witch medicine. Mucheng-Forest City went to Cong Sheng this time, but Zhao-Ge didn't want to see him.
Yan Mo has always felt that the world has many similarities with the world of his predecessors.
For example, in poor and backward places, hemostasis may be treated just a touch of mud, or by means of fire, you can find some hemostatic herbs that are God bless, but after reaching the height of the upper city, the treatment will not be so rough, not only effective, but a very good witch medicine can be used, and if you have treatment abilities for you to serve, of course, the latter still have to be able to enjoy the identity and status to a certain extent.
The test of witchcraft between the cities has undoubtedly revealed the highest level of medical technology in this land, no matter how different its production process.
The wounds of eleven slaves are not small. The ordinary small wounds can stop bleeding as long as they are oppressed. It doesn't matter if you don't take the medicine, but a wound with a length of ten centimeters and a depth that can penetrate half a finger. If you can't stop bleeding and reduce inflammation in time, the injured person will either bleed to death or die in the later would have wound infection. This is still a warrior who has deliberately avoided the fatal part - they may not know the word arterial blood vessels, but they are very clear about where to cut and make a person die faster.
Yan Mo's gaze swept through the wounds of eleven slaves. The slaves felt the pain and crying, and he heard it, but he didn't look at the slaves.
Society is easy to change, and its nature is difficult to move. Even if he was forced to reform for such a long time, his sympathy was still pitiful.
At this time, the priest, who was in charge of the judgeship, had already reached the eleven slaves, and they were waiting to observe and evaluate the witchcraft effects of priest drugs.
The priest has also started to work. Few of priests personally went to the slaves to apply the medicine. Basically, the medicine slaves are hands-on.
Because the wound is relatively large and the blood flow is relatively high, some of the powder ointment will be washed away and need to be rubbed two or three times in a row.
The Jiu Yuan was responsible for the treatment of a young man of about 18 years old. The face of the young man was branded with a mark on his face. The naked body was covered with overlapping old and new whiplashes.
The youth had a deep hate in his eyes, and he had not looked at his wound on his thigh, only staring in a certain direction.
Yuan Zhan followed his gaze and found that he was watching the Kongcheng-Air City.
Luo Jue did not know what to do, but explained at this time: ”These slaves are provided by the upper cities. They were originally slaves who made mistakes. It doesn't matter if they die.”
The young man bit his lip, and the hatred of the hatred changed to the Yan Mo in front of him.
Yan Mo didn't take care of the youth, and directly let Shou Zhong start to stop the blood for the youth.
For a wound like this, if you follow Yan Mo's previous treatment experience, it is usually sutured and stop bleeding and then wound would clot and then break the wound needle. But now he can't move, Shou Zhong can't learn how to suture the wound on the spot, he can only press the hemostasis and then apply the medicine.
But Shou Zhong didn't know if it was too nervous. He couldn't press it on the point. The young man was hurt by the pain, and he struggled to resist.
Wrong! Shou Zhong has pressed to the point, even if there is no pressing, the method of restraint can stop the blood a little, but this young man's injury...
Yan Mo looked up and saw the youthful white face of the young person, and then looked at his bare skin. He thought it was an old scar left by a whiplash. Now he looked more closely and finds it was subcutaneous congestion.
”If you don't want to die, don't move! I ask you, do you usually feel joint pain? Is it easy to bleed on your hands, even a small wound bleeds for long time?”
The young man was shocked and opened his mouth: ”How do you know?”
Yan Mo's eyes are cold. ”I am the priest, of course I know.”
The young man seemed to be scared by Yan Mo icy cold eyes. Yan Mo slammed Shou Zhong. ”Help him sit down, hold his leg, and use the big ointment to stop him from losing the blood.”
The young man refused to sit down. A rattan sticking out from Yuan Zhan's wrist, directly restrained his body and put him down. He was about to be angry that this person did not cooperate. Yuan Zhan did not let go of the rattan he still tied to the youth.
Shou Zhong quickly pressed the young thigh.
”Don't press! Let go, I won't struggle anymore.” The youth was too bloody and struggling.
Yuan Zhan sneered, an impulsive idiot. ”Mo? Is there something wrong?”
Yan Mo, ”I don't know if this slave was specially arranged for us. If my judgment is good, his wounds may not be too good to stop bleeding.”
This is the first case of hemophilia he has encountered in this world.
Hemophilia, which is mostly male, is one in every 5,000 to 10,000. The child of the patient, the girl is not prone to illness, but will contain the disease gene and pass it on to the next generation.
If this young man has hemophilia, it is no doubt that he has opened such a large wound and pointed the murder on him.
If this young man is really arranged for them, then this is a plot of killing two birds with one arrow, killing the young man, and let Yan Mo's witch medicine look like a failure.