Riding a Phoenix to Cultivation

Chapter 800 The wound cannot be healed
The nameless cultivator has good medical skills, but his temper is really weird, and most people are reluctant to come to him for medical treatment.

The first reason why Qingqing brought Feng here was because the Wuming cultivator had good medical skills, and the second was because the Wuming man's mouth was damaged enough, but it was also very tight.

Living in isolation, he hardly communicates with outsiders.

Now that Qingqing brings Feng Yi here, she is naturally afraid that someone will find Feng Yi.

"Okay, put him on my bed." Wuming didn't let Feng Yi check carefully, and asked Qingqing to put Feng Yi on the bed.

When Qingqing set Feng Yi up, Wuming came over with the medical kit in his hand.

"Hey, what's the matter, you don't wear face clothes?" Wuming opened the coat of the windbreaker, saw Feng Yi's thin upper body, and smiled wretchedly at Qingqing.

Qingqing held back for a long time before she could not kick the strange old man.

"What are you laughing at, laugh fast, you should treat it quickly, if you don't cure it, your sign will be broken!" Qingqing said deliberately exaggerated.

Sure enough, the old man followed the aggressive method, and after snorting heavily, he seemed to check Feng Yi's injuries.

"Why didn't you use the Hemostatic Curse, how much blood did you have to bleed?" Seeing the wound on Feng Yi's waist, the old man's wrinkled face was all piled together.

"I used it, but it's useless, otherwise I wouldn't have to look for you in the middle of the night." Qingqing stood beside Feng Yi, seeing the wound that hadn't stopped bleeding, with a worried expression on her face.

"There's no poison on this wound, and there's no special magic. How can the hemostatic spell be useless?" The unnamed cultivator muttered after seeing it, and cast several hemostatic spells on Feng Yi again and again.

The bleeding did not stop.

"Tsk tsk" the nameless cultivator shook his head, took out a hemostatic powder from the medical box, and sprinkled it all on Feng Yi's wound.

"This is such a treasure. The red heart lotus powder, which only comes out once in 500 years, can't stop the bleeding?" At this moment, the eyebrows of the unknown cultivator frowned.

How could it be possible, in order to succeed once, he just took out all the treasures at the bottom of the box.

"Is there any more? 1000 year elixir? 2000 year? Cultivator, you should say something!" Seeing that the red heart lotus powder had no effect at all, Qingqing's heart was half brightened.

"No hurry, I want to take a look later." After thinking for a while, the unknown cultivator turned around and gave Feng a pulse.

"This pulse condition seems a bit strange." The nameless cultivator thought about Feng Yi's pulse for a long time, and Qingqing was also anxious for a long time.

Feng Yi is a divine beast, his pulse may be different from that of ordinary people.

Now tell this unknown cultivator about it?Or not to tell?

If you don't tell, you are afraid of delaying treatment.

If you tell me, I'm afraid that Feng Yi's identity will be exposed.

While Qingqing was struggling, the nameless cultivator had already put down Feng Yi's hand, and said, "Your friend is seriously injured, but his life is not in danger. He has just fallen into a weak sleep after bleeding so much. , It's really strange."

"What now?"

"Just wait, I guess he will recover by himself." The nameless cultivator walked over after finishing speaking.

Seeing that the unnamed cultivator really didn't care about Feng Yi, Qingqing couldn't help being impatient, and dragged the unnamed cultivator back brutally.

"Cultivator, you are showing me, there must be a reason, right? How can someone be bleeding all the time? Even if you don't look at this wound, why don't you look at the other wound on his body?"

"Others are minor injuries, no problem, what are you in such a hurry for?" The unnamed cultivator felt strange and wondered if Qingqing had something to hide from him.

(End of this chapter)