Chapter 415: Conspiracy! Hemophilia patients (2/2)
Hearing here, The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu didn't want to, and immediately asked aloud: ”What the hell is wrong with this slave?”
”What is going on?” Quipa retorted. ”If you can't cure, you can’t to cure. If you don't have the ability to do it, then don’t say that there is a problem with the slave, how can anyone else have no problem, how much more do you have?”
All the judging priests looked at it, and the people around them stood up. Everyone wanted to see what happened to the Jiu Yuan.
Yan Mo saw that the young man's face was getting paler and he didn't dare to delay. He immediately ordered Shou Zhong to start.
Wucheng- City of Witches, who took the medicine, bent and asked Shou Zhong to choose a porcelain jar.
Shou Zhong took the big Cirsium ointment and gave it to Yan Mo to stimulate the drug and get it back.
The ointment is very thin, and there is a small wooden spoon prepared. Shou Zhong's forehead is sweating and he used a small porcelain jar and a small wooden spoon to scoop a little ointment.
Because of the youth's disagreement, the Jiu Yuan is slower than others. The judges have already given the results to most of the witches, and now only a few have not completely stopped bleeding.
The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu and Quipa nodded face to face in front of everyone.
Luo Jue came over and asked: ”Is there any problem?”
Yan Mo and Shou Zhong are busy trying to stop the bleeding for the young man, Yuan Zhan replied: ”Our priest saw that the slave's body is sick, he is not easy to stop bleeding, and the general hemostatic drug may have no effect on him. Even if there is a good witch medicine, others have to use one point, he must use at least three more!”
Yu-Jia called: ”This is filthy! How can you have a problem with the test slaves provided by Wucheng- City of Witches? Even if there is, who can know in advance about this disease, you are also the one who meets you... Your trial is a failure!”
Other judges’ priests observed the slave together.
Luo Jue turned to Kongcheng- Air City’s High Priest Chen Lao. “This slave is provided by your Kongcheng-Air City. He has such a disease. Did you know before hand?”
Chen Lao smiled revealing black shady teeth, screaming and laughing, and muttering something that others can't understand. Her guardian was helping her to explain: ”The slave was looked for and picked randomly. When he was sent out, he was very strong and very health.”
Luo Jue frowned, this situation is very unsatisfactory, then the little priest said that the slave has a bloody bleeding problem, but this is what he is saying, he wants to verify, look at the slave's face, he is afraid with that wound that slave is about to die.
In any case, The Jiu Yuan’s little priest must first stop the slave from blood.
Between the times of the speech, all other witch medicines have been judged, and only the Jiu Yuan is still busy here.
All judging priests are staring at Yan Mo and Shou Zhong's every move.
Gui-Zheng saw the rare and little ointment, and immediately sneered out, ”So, is it useful to smear it? Won't it be ruined by blood?”
Other priests also had this idea after seeing the ointment in the porcelain jar. Compared with several other refining priests’ thick powder and ointment, The Jiu Yuan had a little ointment at the bottom of the can. The weight of the whole wound is not necessarily all over, not to mention the body of the slave had something wrong.
Yan Mo sat on Yuan Zhan's arm and looked at it. It didn't seem to be a focus for the current emergency. His lips were slightly smothered. ”You can't understand witch medicine even when you look at it? High Priest Gui-Zheng. Who said that the amount of the drug must be large in order to show effect? Shou Zhong, don't be nervous, let High Priest Gui-Zheng see how the effect of the drug you prepared is.”
”Yes, Da-Ren.” Shou Zhong was oppressed by Gui-Zheng all the year round. He was not afraid that the fake drug slave, but Yan Mo supported him, and his trembling hand finally stabilized.
”Come on again, pour the medicine in the medicine spoon on the left side of the wound, and then gently apply the ointment to the right with the back of the medicine spoon. Do not apply it on the edge, put directly in the middle, don't be afraid of it being washed away by blood.”
Shou Zhong grasped the small wooden spoon with full strength and acted meticulously in accordance with Yan Mo's instructions.
Gui-Zheng wants to attack, Luo Jue said in a timely manner: ”You are the judging priest, please don't just start a fight here, don't disturb the people in the test, otherwise you and your forces will lose the qualification of the latter.”
Gui-Zheng tried hard to resist his mouth flying off, and he couldn't help but look at the Jiu Yuan.
“Hey?” High Priest Zhao-Ge circumvented Gui-Zheng, who blocked her sight, and looked at the wound of the slave with amazement.
The horrified of High Priest Zhao-Ge attracted the attention of other judging priests.
The wound of the slave was still bleeding, but when Shou Zhong applied the ointment to the second time, he saw that the ointment that seemed to be only a little bit was mixed with the ointment that was applied for the first time. The light green transparent ointment was mixed with blood, as it turned, and slowly turned into a film covering the wound.
The wound immediately stops bleeding!
Although the wound has not disappeared, anyone can see that the wound is getting better.
The young man saw that the blood was stopped, and he quietly exhaled with relief.
Some people's faces have changed!
Yes, this young man was specially arranged by them to The Jiu Yuan.
Although the little priest can't move, they don't want to underestimate the enemy. The young man with special physical condition is chosen specifically for them.
However, the Jiu Yuan’s little priest’s medicinal refining ability is even better than they thought, and the youth was saved under such a deep and bleeding wound!
Others don't know how hard it is. How can people who arrange these arrangements not know?
The more Yan Mo is winning, the more people don't want him to win. They want to block all other people's eyes and prevent them from seeing the Jiu Yuan's witchcraft effect!
”Yes, the technique is simple and the effect is outstanding! This witch medicine is good, but I think, the focus of this witch medicine is on the black powder you use, right?” Wucheng- City of Witches 12th Priest is also a Healing Priest, and can be called a drug refining witch, showing how high his refining level is, but this time Ba-Hee insisted on participating in the test, he let him.
If he still felt uncomfortable before, now that he saw Yan Mo's witchcraft, he couldn't help but give birth to a little bit of luck.
Quipa and others have a heart stopping moment, the black powder? What is that?
Yan Mo smiled and didn't speak.
The drug refining witch did not ask, the black powder is obviously the secret only known to the little priest, how could he tell him the details.
”It's just good. I think the drug used by Ba-Hee Da-Ren and Cong Sheng Da-Ren work better. The wounds of the slaves on their side are healing!” Gui-Zheng voice was cold.
The drug refining witch did not care about this moron and continued to smile and ask Yan Mo: ”I think you have refined a witch medicine. It seems to be much more complicated. I don't know if it will be better. Do you want to try it?”
Yan Mo, ”Yes.”
Quipa, ”I don't see how that is right.”
”What!”
The three sounds sounded at the same time, and then all they heard was a blunt sound, a bone was cut on a hard stone pillar.
”Priest Yu-Jia, what are you doing?” Luo Jue snarled.
Yu-Jia didn't care about it: ”Don't you want to try another medicine? I just help them.”
It turned out that this man suddenly pulled out a bone from his waist and tried to stab on the young slave. Unfortunately, Yuan Zhan was always guarding them, how could he let him.
The young man escaped a dead stab, his face pale, and he was filled with so much hate his eyes trembled.
”That doesn't need your say so!” Luo Jue is really the fairest person, and he has no sympathy for priest in his temple.
Yan Mo chuckled. ”Since Priest Yu-Jia wants to help us, why not cut a knife on himself?”