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"Miraculous!"

Seeing that Ye Qianfan had actually stopped Fugui's bleeding, Shen Lang marveled again and again. "Using a burn to stop blood loss—why didn't I think of that? Truly miraculous!"

"Brother Ye, with this ability, you needn't bother passing the entrance exam for the Demon-Quelling Office. Become a physician, and you could enjoy wealth and prosperity for the rest of your life!"

"Who knows how many soldiers die of hemorrhaging on the battlefield every year!"

"If this technique could be spread, it would surely save countless lives."

"This is only the initial treatment." Ye Qianfan wiped the blood from his hands with Fugui's clothes, then wiped his dagger. "The hardest part isn't stopping the bleeding, but preventing infection."

"Infection?" Shen Lang was thoroughly confused by these terms. "Is that another natural-science spell?"

"You could say that. Anyway, it's the sort of illness that gives someone a relentless high fever, until they breathe their last!"

Ye Qianfan offered that brief explanation.

At his words, Shen Lang's eyes widened. "Yes, yes! Almost every soldier develops a fever after surgery. Some survive if they weather it, but most die!"

"Or their wounds rot, and then they're gone!"

"You mean that even after burning it, the wound can still rot, and then he could die of that illness you call infection?"

"Exactly."

Although this world had all manner of demons, ghosts, and monsters, it still lacked the treatment capabilities of modern medicine.

Physicians' understanding of various illnesses was also extremely basic and crude!

So...

To cure Fugui's leg condition, surgery alone wasn't enough. He also needed something absolutely crucial.

"All right, next you'll just need some antibiotics, but I can't make those here." Ye Qianfan turned to Fugui and asked, "Fugui, you have servants at home, right?"

"Yes, yes. Not all that many, but