With the movement of his hand, Li Xiaobai also explained: "There are clouds in Buddhism, one flower, one world, one leaf, one Bodhi, and the Buddha's view of a drop of water, 84,000 lives. In the world we live in, countless lives exist in every corner. Most of them are very small, so small that they are invisible at all. Among them are good and bad, and the bad ones make people sick, poisoned, and even get poison. We can kill these tiny creatures with strong liquor, salt water, garlic juice, dandelions, propolis, and even boiling. This will avoid life and poison. What I do now is to pretreat the wound first, cut off the places where the poison accumulates the most and cannot be recovered, throw the soldiers and protect the commander, and take the overall situation into consideration."

These doctors usually do a lot of work of cutting rotten meat. Although they feel fresh and unheard of Li Xiaobai's words, they vaguely feel that something is true.

Among them, they have been using the methods of cutting away the bad rot with a knife, using salt water and boiling. When they first heard that there were so many new methods, they immediately felt that they were eye-opening.

Although you can also use a soldering iron, it is too inhumane, and the scorched wound is prone to collapse. Although the hemostatic effect is immediate, the consequences are also quite large.

After dealing with several wounds, Li Xiaobai began to bend a thin needle, hang silk, and poke it directly on Ding Zhi's skin.

Fortunately, Lao Ding was so crazy that he could not help but scream if he saw Xiao Lang poking and poking his body with a needle, but now he was fiddling with him like a dead pig.

The moment when he saw the curved needle in Li Xiaobai's hand piercing into his skin, even the doctors who were used to the bloody and bloody and corpse still couldn't help but chill, as if the needle was piercing on them.

"The sutures are to speed up the healing of wounds and avoid re-collapse and blood loss. The needles can be soaked in spirit or burned with candle fire to disinfect. The thread can be made of special sheep intestinal thread, silk thread and fine cotton thread. After the injury is cured, the sheep intestinal thread and silk thread will not have to be removed, and will be slowly absorbed by the human body. The fine cotton thread needs to be removed to avoid re-infection with wound poison. The stronger the wine used, the better, and can be used in combination with boiling. Once it is processed, it must be used in a short time, because those small poisons are everywhere and will be re-contaminated over time."

Li Xiaobai's skills are not very good. At this time, he didn't want to look good. He barely tightened the thread and sewed a wound. Then he rinsed the residual blood with strong liquor, then smeared the mud made of garlic cloves and dandelions. The propolis and honeycomb, which also have a sterilization effect, take time to deal with it, so it is not used for the time being.

Now is not the time to apply medicine, and further anti-inflammatory treatment is needed.

The entire suture process made the doctors involved in the observation frightened. How could a living person sew up like a mutton? It was so shocking.

"Okay, you guys come and try it out!"

Li Xiaobai took the opportunity to borrow these freshly released apprentices.

Whether it is disinfection or suture, there is not much technical content. It is as thin as a piece of paper as the old medical skills of the doctors. No one has penetrated it for thousands of years.

Now that someone has opened this piece of paper for them, his vision suddenly becomes clear, and he immediately sees the new world that has been obscured.

Hearing Li Xiaobai's words, the doctors present immediately became eager to try it. They cleaned their hands with soap beans and salt water for the first time, and then disinfected them with strong wine for the second time. Even if they did not kill the poison completely, they made a big step forward compared to before.

The people were so powerful that Ding Zhi had swollen and black wounds all over his body were treated in the same way, applied anti-inflammatory paste mud, and poured in a bowl of water made from Baicaoyunyang pills.

After taking the pulse by an experienced doctor, he found that the poison that was originally constantly injured seemed to have a sign of being controlled, which is exciting and good news.

If it were in the past, if there were almost no life in the attack of such an injury or poison, how could there be a glimmer of hope? Other injured people might recover faster.

Next, without Li Xiaobai's instructions, the doctors in the injured camp spontaneously brought several ones, promoting the disinfection and suture medical skills they had just learned. More and more injured soldiers enjoyed this very targeted treatment method.

The injured camp was not only cleaned up with filth, but also lime and lime water were sprinkled with dry mugwort ropes bought by Manager Liu everywhere. The mugwort incense filled with incense dispelled all kinds of odors and stenches, and even the moans and wails of the wounded soldiers were reduced a lot.

The doctors expressed their delight in this change. The previous injury camps were almost no different from pigpens. Now they are clean, tidy and orderly.

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"Xiaolang! Have you used the precious elixir for those mortals?"

I don’t know when the blind old man from the Yishi Camp led Taoist Master Mingshan, Zen Master Dajue and Yin Juren to the injured camp. The first sentence was like a rioter who was provoking a military officer to question the crime.

There was still a trace of the fragrance of the Baicaoyuanyang Pills in the air that was injured.

As soon as the four warlocks arrived, they injured everyone in the camp. As long as they could still move, they quickly knelt down to welcome the visit of Emperor Xianzhang.

"That's right! What's wrong?"

Li Xiaobai, who was still accompanying Ding Zhi, looked at the blind old man who suddenly arrived and was surprised.

Taoist Mingshan said with regret: "A pill may save your life. Those mortals will die if they die. How can they compare with those practitioners of the Taoist Tao?"

The resources for practicing art have always been scarce, and the sorcerers themselves do not have enough, but some people waste such precious elixirs on the lowly mortals like ants. This precedent cannot be opened.

"Namo Amitabha, it is enough for ordinary people to have their own medical skills, so why waste such precious elixirs?"

Zen Master Dajue practices wild fox Zen, and he does not have the authentic Buddhist compassion for the heavens and the world, let alone he is forced to save himself, so he has no spare energy to save all sentient beings.

Although he spoke Amitabha Buddha, his position was no different from Taoist Master Mingshan and others.

The soldiers and doctors knelt on the ground were all trembling. The mortals were completely involuntarily in front of the immortal chief, and they were completely killed and seized. The immortal chiefs were right. These mortals were not qualified to enjoy the treatment of immortal pills. Today's fortune is probably enough to make them proud for the rest of their lives.

"Because I am a mortal too!"

Li Xiaobai was slightly angry when he said this. He had seen the warlock's attitude towards mortals more than once.

Others may have become accustomed to it, and may have already accepted their fate, but they do not agree with this distorted universal value.

Warlocks are humans, and mortals are also humans. However, with some extraordinary power, they expand themselves to arrogant. They regard mortals as ants and grass, and talk about the difference between immortals and mortals. However, they do not know that "if a mortal is angry, the immortals will end up in the end." Li Xiaolang's elder brother Li Mo interpreted this with his own actions.

Many people kneeling on the ground raised their heads in surprise. They didn't expect that this approachable immortal chief would claim to be so self-proclaimed. He was obviously an immortal chief, how could he be a mortal?

Can mortals shake a blow from afar, kill the enemy commander, and knock down the enemy's big sword? They are not leeks, and they can be harvested at will.

"Haha, stop making trouble. You are a warlock, a high-ranking warlock, how could you be an ant-like mortal!"

Mingshan Changdao laughed, but forgot that he insisted not long ago that Li Xiaobai was a mortal who pretended to be a sorcerer, but now he insisted that the other party was a sorcerer, not a mortal.

Sometimes your butt determines your position, and what you say can be the same as fart. You can object today, and you can naturally support it tomorrow.

"If you can eat a few taels of dry food, you will forget who you are. Not only am I a mortal, but you are also a mortal. He, he, and he, and he, in the final analysis, they are all mortals. Why do you look down on mortals? If there are no mortals, you guys who think they are arrogant must all eat dirt!"

Having seen the disgusting faces of warlocks, Li Xiaobai finally couldn't help but burst out.

At the finger point, not only did Master Mingshan, Zen Master Dajue and Yin Juren, but also clicked in.

"You, you are so brave! You dare to fight against the entire art for these mortals!"

Taoist Mingshan showed off his black wooden sword weapon, and the spiritual energy fluctuated more and more.

In his eyes, Li Xiaobai's words were simply a rebellious alien. We must teach a good lesson and correct those wrong ideas.

"Xiaolang, the warlock is high above, and a mortal like an ant worships the entire art. This is the general trend, and it cannot be changed by your ridiculous sympathy."

Although he was pointed at him without hesitation, the blind old man was not angry at all. Perhaps he had seen such a person before and knew what kind of consequence would end with such an attitude.

Out of the concern of his predecessors for his juniors, he did not want to see Li Xiaobai end up like that.

Li Xiaobai sneered and said, "Hmph, water can carry boats, but it can also overturn boats. Is there many mortals or warlocks in this world? Who is the general trend? If all mortals start, the arts, haha, will it still exist?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a small green snake emerged from the Shujin money bag with cloud snake pattern on his waist, and landed directly on the ground. Then his body became dozens of times bigger, becoming a huge green snake entrenched behind him, and swollen the snake letter with malicious intentions at the four warlocks who were tenacious.

Whether Li Xiaobai killed and set fire outside or did everything he did, it had nothing to do with it. What the green snake needs to do now is to protect food. Whoever touched its food will kill him.

Since he secretly took advantage of Li Xiaobai, his cultivation level has increased again. Qingyao has entered the middle level of the Transformation Realm smoothly and unimpededly, one step closer to the True Dan Realm Great Demon.

A slag who is at the peak of the first realm like Taoist Mingshan can beat ten of them at one time. The one with the highest cultivation level on the spot is the old blind man's intermediate level of the god refining. Others have not even touched the threshold of the god refining realm of the demon clan's form transformation realm.
Chapter completed!