"There's no time! Stop pounding them-just chew them up!" Old Master Lian shouted urgently when he saw Qing'er still frantically pounding the herbs in a stone mortar.
Only then did Qing'er react. Without another word, she grabbed a large handful of herbs and stuffed them into her mouth.
"Master, they're ready." Qing'er had finished chewing the herbs.
"Wait. Xiao Rou, bring the cloths over and put them beside their mouths."
Following her master's instructions, Xiao Rou quickly took out two fresh cloths and placed one beside Morax's mouth and the other beside Xiu Yuan's.
Once everything was ready, Old Master Lian grabbed a handful of the chewed herbs and stuffed them straight into Morax's wound.
"Aaaagh!!!!!! ... Mmph, mmph..." Morax screamed in pain, but before he could finish, a cloth was promptly stuffed into his mouth.
Morax bit down hard on the cloth, his eyes wide. It was the first time he had ever experienced such agonizing pain.
"Bear with it. This will stop the bleeding," Xiao Rou reminded him beside his ear.
As soon as the herbs were packed into the wound, it was wrapped in bandages.
Old Master Lian worked quickly, finishing the treatment of Morax's wound in no time.
Then he took more of the herbs Qing'er had chewed and stuffed them into Xiu Yuan's wound.
Xiu Yuan's eyes snapped open, but he made no sound.
"Here, bite down on this. It'll help a little." Qing'er offered Xiu Yuan a cloth.
"No... I'm fine," Xiu Yuan refused, forcing himself to endure the excruciating pain.
"You're quite something, young man. I've treated so many people, and not one could withstand how fiercely these herbs sting." Old Master Lian was full of admiration for Xiu Yuan's endurance.
Morax had clenched both fists, grimacing in pain and nearly biting through