Chapter 165: Poisoned Magic Power and the Monkeys' Wounds
Mo Shaoge had no idea how many stitches a wound like this needed. He put in at least a dozen before pulling the thread tight and tying a firm knot.
He sprayed the wound with alcohol several times to disinfect it, then sprinkled Yunnan Baiyao over it.
"Gauze!"
Count hurriedly dug a fresh piece out of the bag and handed it over. Mo Shaoge gently pressed it onto the wound.
Cui Ying cradled the Monkey King's head on her legs, then carefully wound the bandage around from both sides, leaving his Adam's apple exposed and making sure it wasn't tight enough to strangle him.
By the time everything was done, they were all drenched in sweat.
The Monkey King's breathing seemed to have steadied, but another thorny problem remained.
"What do we do about the captain?"
No one answered Count's question.
Xiao Mei cautiously lowered herself to look at Lü Bing's neck, aiming her phone at it to take a picture.
Then she showed everyone the photo.
The faint black line on Lü Bing's neck looked much like the Monkey King's had earlier, but they couldn't tell whether there was a deep split.
None of them even dared get too close.
"I think we should leave him alone until we come up with a foolproof plan. Even if no one else gets hurt, the captain might not survive that kind of bleeding!"
The reasoning seemed sound enough, giving the five of them a way to ease their consciences.
The monkeys remained quiet, and the five people left were too exhausted to talk. Silence settled over the clearing.
"Sss... I'm itching all over..."
Mo Shaoge suddenly sensed something was wrong. Even as he spoke, the tingling itch became unbearable.
Both hands kept