Master was a real man.
From a doctor's perspective, if a wound like this wasn't stopped in time, Master could go into shock or even die within minutes.
Even with his cultivation, as long as he stabilized his heart meridians, he would still lose his life if the bleeding wasn't stopped promptly.
And this wasn't an ordinary wound. Aside from being long, deep, and located on his neck—
the surrounding flesh had turned black and purple, clearly showing signs of yin poison.
He must have been clawed in the neck while fighting Old Ghost Leng of Yellow Springs Valley.
Yet he looked as though he had merely been bitten by a mosquito, utterly unconcerned.
"Master, if this wound had been even a little deeper, you'd be dead. And you say it's nothing!"
I frowned as I spoke. After applying medicine, I pressed my hand directly against his wound.
Pan Ling had already rushed to her bag and brought over a roll of emergency gauze and the trauma medicine he carried with him.
My wound was too large, so I pressed it directly against the wound.
There was no time to disinfect anything now. Stopping the bleeding came first...
Master also used his cultivation to seal several major acupoints, reducing the blood loss.
At the same time, he spoke to us.
"That old ghost has already been dealt with by me, but the werewolf and that demonist are still alive.
Xiao Jiang, you all hurry over and finish them off. Wanxi can hold the wound down for me here."
Hearing that, we no longer hesitated.
The demonist had to die. Otherwise, everything we had done tonight would be for nothing.
"Got it, Master! Rest up first."
"Don't worry, Senior Song. We'll definitely kill that demonist."
"..."
As we spoke, our group