The practice of medicine was not a beautiful thing.
That pitiful bit of anesthetic effect from baijiu could not block pain from assaulting the brain. The young man's face reddened, blue veins bulged, and he tried to howl. A scrap of cloth stuffed in his mouth reduced the sound to muffled whimpers. Three soldiers strained with all their might to pin him down while Bai Yujun's hands worked swiftly.
The old man kept telling the young man to endure. It truly hurt.
She carefully treated the wound, then stitched it closed needle by needle with thread, sprinkled herbal medicine over it, and wrapped it in cloth. This improvised surgery took a long time. Now they could only hope the medicine would stop infection and prevent inflammation.
Senior Sister Xu Yue had watched from the side the entire time and had gained more or less some inspiration.
At last, Bai Yujun had a sudden thought. Spiritual power was a pure energy between Heaven and Earth—would it work if used to treat ordinary people's wounds? Especially since her water spiritual power was naturally rather gentle.
She acted as soon as the thought arose, carefully gathering a small ball of water spiritual energy in her palm and covering the wound with it.
"How does it feel?"
The young man, drenched in sweat and weak, seemed to feel somewhat better.
"Cool... it... doesn't hurt as much..."
His throat had grown hoarse from all the screaming, but the young man still struggled to speak. At least he was no longer thrashing so violently.
Hearing that, Bai Yujun nodded. After thinking for a moment, she took out a small notebook she had made herself. It was used to record useful data and information. Since she had tried using water spiritual power to treat wounds today, she