Chapter 638

Um. The bloodline will only become thinner and thinner as the blood goes down. Compared with other Shangcheng, our tribes are already considered to be more god-blood warriors, but not only do we have more than 70% of the people born without any bloodline ability, and the remaining 30% , only 10% can break through to the intermediate level or above, and even fewer can break through to the advanced level. For a long time..."

High Priest Chaoge, you are telling me that we cannot rely too much on our abilities in the future, right? "

Not only that, but we have to think more about the 70% of the clansmen who cannot awaken. And Jiuyuan not only has the basic to high-level ordinary warrior training methods for non-divine blood warriors, but now, looking at their witch medicine level, they may have already surpassed the general Shangcheng. "Chao Ge glanced at the stand of Wucheng, his expression was like a smile but not a smile. Among the twelve priests of Wucheng, except for the witch, the cursed witch is the most cunning one. How could the disciple he spent his whole life finding be an ordinary person? "

City Lord Mucheng involuntarily looked at the young priest and the leader of Jiuyuan, but unfortunately Mucheng and Jiuyuan's territory did not border, otherwise they could form a good alliance.

Chaoge suddenly smiled and said: Tucheng has part of its territory bordering us. "

what! It just so happened that the princess in Mucheng didn't want to live with her eldest brother, so why don't you just send her back. "Mu Xiao, who had been eavesdropping with his ears pricked up, squeezed over.

City Lord Mucheng slapped him on the forehead, and said helplessly: What did the princess say to your elder brother again? "

At the beginning, he was the one who insisted on finding a noble wife for the crippled eldest son. As a result, Tucheng sent their eldest princess, but the eldest princess was obviously reluctant, and after so many years with Mu Yuan, she did not get too close. , which made his son even more disheartened.

Mu Xiao pouted, she cried with her elder brother, saying that we would help Jiuyuan and not Tucheng. "

What did your brother say? "

Mu Xiao said proudly: Big brother didn't say anything, it was I who told her that either she could give birth to big brother with peace of mind, or Tucheng could cure big brother, then we would help Tucheng. "

Bullshit! "The city lord of Mucheng drove his son away.

Mu Xiao rolled his eyes and decided to stimulate his elder brother's wife again.

When Chaoge got up, Luo Jue was already inviting the judges and priests to watch the effects of the witch medicine. Mucheng went to the competition this time, but it was not him that Chaoge wanted to see.

Yan Mo has always felt that this world has many similarities with the world of his previous life.

For example, to stop bleeding in poor and backward places, you may just wipe it with mud or burn it with a fire. If you can find some hemostatic herbs, it is God's blessing, but after reaching the height of the upper city, the treatment method will not be so rough. Witch medicine with good effect can be used, and there are healing powers to serve you, of course, the latter still needs to be able to enjoy the status and status to a certain extent.

And the witch medicine competition between the upper cities undoubtedly showed the most high-end medical technology in this land, no matter how strange its production process.

The wounds of the eleven slaves are not too small. Ordinary small wounds can stop bleeding as long as they are pressed. It doesn't matter if they are not treated with medicine, but such a wound with a length of ten centimeters and a depth that can penetrate half a finger, if the bleeding and inflammation cannot be stopped in time, The wounded will either bleed to death, or die from wound infection at a later stage. This is where the hands-on warriors deliberately avoid the deadly place-they may not know the word arterial blood vessels, but they have been fighting for many years. They know very well where to start. will die faster.

Yan Mo's eyes swept across the wounds of the eleven slaves. He also heard the painful moans and crying from those slaves, but he didn't look at those slaves much.

The country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change. Even after being forced to reform for so long, his sympathy is still pitiful.

At this time, the priests in charge of judging had already walked up to the eleven slaves, waiting to observe and evaluate the effects of the witch medicines of the priests.

The priests also started to do it one after another. Few priests went to apply medicine to those slaves in person, and basically all medicine slaves were doing it.

Because the wound is relatively large and there is a lot of blood flow, some powders and ointments will be washed away when applied, so it needs to be applied two or three times in a row.

Jiuyuan was in charge of treating a young man who was about eighteen or nineteen years old. The young man's face was branded, and Luǒlu's body was covered with overlapping new and old whip wounds.

The young man's eyes were filled with hatred. He didn't even groan when he was scratched so big on his thigh, he just stared in a certain direction.

Yuan Zhan followed his gaze and found that he was looking at the empty city people.

Luo Jue didn't know what he meant, but he explained at this moment: These slaves were all provided by the upper cities. They were originally slaves who made mistakes, and it didn't matter if they were put to death. "

The young man bit his lip and stared at Yan Mo and the three of them in front of him with hatred.

Yan Mo didn't have the leisure to appease the young man, and directly asked Shou Zhong to stop the bleeding for the young man.

For a wound like this, according to Yan Mo's previous experience in handling it, he is usually sutured to stop the bleeding first, then the wound medicine, and then the tetanus shot. But now he can't move, and Shouzhong can't learn how to sew the wound on the spot, so he can only apply pressure to stop the bleeding first.

But Shouzhong didn't know if he was too nervous, and he couldn't press on the point, but the young man was pressed in pain, and he struggled to resist.

wrong! Shouzhong has already pressed on the point. Even if he didn't press it correctly, he could stop the bleeding a little with restraint, but the young man's injury...

Yan Mo's eyes moved upwards, and he saw the young man's pale complexion, which was different from ordinary people, and then looked at his exposed skin. Before, he thought it was an old scar left by a whiplash, but now he looked closely and found that it was more like a subcutaneous bruise.

Don't move if you don't want to die! I ask you, do you often feel joint pain? Bleeding on your hands is not easy to stop, even a small wound? "

The young man was startled and subconsciously said: How do you know? "

Yan Mo's eyes are cold, of course I know that I am a priest. "

The young man seemed to be frightened by Yan Mo's cold eyes. Yan Mo took advantage of the situation to instruct Shouzhong, help him sit down, hold his legs, and use Daji ointment to stop the bleeding first. "

The young man still refused to sit down. A rattan stick stretched out from Yuan Zhan's wrist and directly wrapped around his body and brought him down. He was probably angry that the person was not cooperating. Yuan Zhan did not untie the rattan even when he brought down the person. Still tied to the youth.

Shouzhong quickly held the young man's thigh.

Stop pressing! Let go and I won't struggle anymore. "The young man has too much blood and is no longer struggling.

Yuan Zhan sneered, an impulsive idiot. silent? Is there something wrong? "

Yan Mo, I don't know if this slave was specially arranged for us. If my judgment is correct, his wound may not be very good to stop the bleeding. "

This was the first case of hemophilia he encountered in this world.

Hemophilia, which is mostly male, affects one in every 5,000 to 10,000 people. The children of the patient, girls, are not susceptible to the disease, but will carry the disease gene and pass it on to the next generation.

If this young man really had hemophilia, there would be no doubt that such a big wound would be murdered on his body.

If this young man was really arranged for them, it would be a two-pronged murder, killing the young man and making Yan Mo's witch medicine look like a failure.

Hearing this, the sorcerer was unwilling, and immediately shouted loudly and asked: What the hell is going on with this slave? "

what's going on? "Quipa retorted, if you can't cure it, don't cure it. If you don't have that ability, you say that there is something wrong with the slave. Why is everyone else okay, and you have more trouble?"

All the judge priests looked over, and the crowd around stood up as well. Everyone wanted to see what happened in Jiuyuan.

Yan Mo saw that the young man's face was getting paler and paler. He didn't dare to delay any longer, and immediately ordered Shouzhong to do it.

The Wucheng medicine slave holding the medicine bent over and asked Shouzhong to choose a porcelain jar.

Shouzhong took the Daji ointment, first stimulated Yan Mo's medicinal power, and then took it back.

The ointment was very thin, and there was a small wooden spoon in it. Shouzhong was sweating on his forehead, holding a small porcelain jar in one hand, and digging out a little ointment with a small wooden spoon in the other.

Because of the lack of cooperation of the youth, Jiuyuan's speed was more than a little slower than the others. The judges had already evaluated most of the witch medicines, and now there are only a few left that have not completely stopped the bleeding.

The cursed witch and Kuipa quarreled in front of everyone without regard for face.

Luo Jue came over and asked: Is there any problem? "

Yan Mo and Shouzhong were busy trying to stop the bleeding of the young man, Yuan Zhan replied on his behalf: Our priest saw that the slave's body was sick, and it was not easy to stop the bleeding himself. Ordinary hemostatic medicines may not have any effect on him, even if If there is a good witch medicine, others will use one point, and he will use at least three points! "

Yoga cried: This is slander! How could there be a problem with the trial slaves provided by my witch city? Even if there is, who can know in advance that he has such a disease, it is also you when you meet... The gods are testing you! "

The other judge priests watched the slave together.

Luo Jue turned his head and asked Chen Lao, the high priest of the empty city, this slave was provided by your empty city. Do you know that he has such a disease? "

Chen Lao showed Haley's teeth and smiled strangely, muttering words that no one else could understand, while her guardian warrior explained to her: slaves were found casually, and when they were sent out, they were obviously very strong and very strong. healthy. "

Luo Jue frowned, this situation is very bad judgment, the little priest said that the slave has a strange disease that will not stop bleeding, but this is what he is talking about. dying.

No matter what, the little priest of Jiuyuan had to stop the blood of this slave first.

While talking, all other witch medicines have been judged, and only Jiuyuan is still busy here.

All the judge priests stared at Yan Mo and Shouzhong's every move.

When Guizheng saw the thin and little ointment, he sneered out loud, is it useful to put it on like this? Don't be swept away by blood! "

After seeing the ointment in the porcelain jar, many other priests also had the same idea. Compared with the thick powder and ointment of several other alchemy priests, Jiuyuan's little ointment that was not at the bottom of the jar even made the whole course. The weight of smearing all the wounds is not necessarily there, not to mention that the slave's body still has problems.