C8 (1/2)

Ye Zichen chucked his scalpel into the pot to cook. Then, he boiled the strips of cloth that he ripped off when he bandaged Ya Heng's wounds.

After disinfection, he took out the cloth to dry.

Change the water and put the herbs in.

When he arrived beside Ya Heng's bed, Lin Xiao opened all of the wounds that the witch doctor had bandaged on Ya Heng.

Chun Ming stopped him with a frown, but Lin Xiao ignored him.

”What are you doing?” My son is about to die, how are you going to torture him? ” Chun Ming reached out his hand to grab Lin Xiao.

This female is really strange.

Ya Ling reached out his hand to stop Mother, ”Mother, last night he took care of Ya Heng. He might have found those herbs, or is he also a witch doctor?”

”How can there be such a young witch doctor?” Chun Ming didn't believe it.

Ya Ling patted his shoulder, ”Now we have no other choice. Even the Witch Doctor can't save him. Maybe we can give him a try, it won't be any worse.” He always felt that this female could.

Lin Xiao cleaned up the medicine on his wound.

Indeed, the wound was already beginning to fester.

He took the scalpel out of the bowl and used a lighter to roast it.

Concentrating, he did not see the look of alarm on the faces of the others as he held the lighter.

He used a knife to cut off the carrion.

Without the anesthetic, Ya Heng did not react at all. It was obvious that he had fallen into a deep coma.

There weren't many areas with festering, so Lin Xiao finished it in a while. It was just that there was nothing to disinfect the wound, otherwise it would have been even better.

Apply the crushed medicine to the bloody place.

He did not bandage them because they did not look hygienic at all.

He slowly poured in the medicine that he had brewed.

When it was all over, Lin Xiao was covered in sweat.

Now, it all depended on Ya Heng's ability to resist. If he could survive tonight, his life would not be in danger.

After he finished washing the cloth to dry, Lin Xiao finally wrapped Ya Heng's wounds properly.

Chun Ming and the others watched Lin Xiao's actions until they finally believed that Lin Xiao was saving someone, and only then did they heave a sigh of relief.

He looked at the female in front of him and felt that this person was definitely not simple. He was even more skilled than the old witch doctor; it was impossible for him to be so young.

Moreover, he had never seen the item in his hand that could ignite flames with a single push.

Since it was his son who brought him back, it must belong to his family. Thus, he could only find a way to teach him the language here first in order to understand these problems.

In the afternoon, Ya Heng's fever stopped and his dejected face returned to normal.

Just like this, two days later, when the Witch Doctor came to see him again, he said in shock, ”Impossible, this is simply a miracle!”

Chun Ming said it was Lin Xiao's doing, so the old witch doctor pulled Lin Xiao along as he spoke.

At the beginning, Lin Xiao was still smiling, but his whole face was no longer hanging. Ever since he was young, he hated people chattering non-stop beside him. Furthermore, he didn't understand it now, so he was even more annoyed.

Ye Zichen shook him off. The recent feeling of being wronged and scared was already something he could endure. He didn't have any obligation to tolerate an old man like Ye Zichen.

The entire family was shocked by this action.