Bai Jing nodded, picked up the anti-inflammatory tablets and hemostatic powder, and Song Xiaozhu instructed, "The dosage of this medicine..."
Bai Jing: "I know."
Song Xiaozhu: "?"
Forget it, I'll just trust the authorities.
Bai Jing lived up to his reputation as an awakened " Physician." His use of the hemostatic powder perfectly matched the Synthesizer's instructions. He carried bandages with him, applied the powder evenly, then used the white mist in his palm to catalyze it before skillfully wrapping it around Xiao Tong's wound.
Xiao Tong was covered in blood. Actually, he only had one wound, on his side. He was lucky that he reacted quickly; if he had been even an inch off, he would have died on the spot.
The "trap" that Old Madam Hu dug herself is not to be underestimated.
After the bandages were tightened, Xiao Tong let out a muffled groan, followed by a violent trembling of his body. His face turned deathly pale, and his lips quivered as he uttered muttered words of resentment.
Her words turned into suppressed groans. "It hurts... it hurts... it hurts so much!"
Bai Jing frowned and looked down to examine his wound.
The hemostatic powder is definitely not the problem; he knows its ingredients through his Force perception and knows it has hemostatic effects. How could it be...?
Song Xiaozhu: "Um, sir, this hemostatic powder might hurt quite a bit when you use it."
She was about to say it, but Bai Jing said he already knew.
Bai Jing:"..."
Seeing that Xiao Tong, such a spirited young man, was now teary-eyed with pain, Song Xiaozhu changed her tune, saying, "It doesn't just hurt a little, it hurts a lot."
"Cough, it hurts a lot," she added.
"..."
Bai Jing said to Qiu Shuyu, " Xiao Qiu, you hold his limbs down and prevent him from moving around."
If it hurts too much, a person will writhe and tear open the bandaged wound, causing it to rupture.
Fortunately, after about a minute or two, Xiao Tong's pain subsided, and he lay motionless on the bed like a fish out of water.
He was too exhausted to even mutter anymore; his thin lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single syllable.
What a fine young man, tortured like this...
Song Xiaozhu was heartbroken. " Old Madam Hu's trap was too ruthless."
Bai Jing sneered, "Your hemostatic powder is still superior."
Song Xiaozhu coughed lightly, selectively deaf.
Bai Jing carefully examined Xiao Tong's wound again and was quite surprised to find that the hemostasis effect was much better than he had expected. Such a large wound should have bled even with a bandage applied tightly, not to mention that Xiao Tong had just been convulsing in pain, which could have easily aggravated the bleeding...
However, there is only a very small amount of light pink on the bandage, indicating that the bleeding is minimal.
Bai Jing: "The effect is quite good."
Song Xiaozhu said modestly, "I'm glad I could be of any help."
Bai Jing glanced at her and asked again, "What about the anti-inflammatory pills? What are their side effects?"
Song Xiaozhu: "The taste is terrible, but I haven't tried it myself to know exactly how bad it is."
She originally wouldn't even dare to smell it, but now that she'd taken out the anti-inflammatory pills, surprisingly they didn't emit any strange smell.
It seems like eating was quite a painful experience.
Bai Jing carefully examined the anti-inflammatory pills but couldn't identify any bitter-tasting ingredients—the " Pharmacist's" abilities weren't that comprehensive; it was Bai Jing's experience-based judgment.
He thought for a moment, and then...
The pill was fed into Xiao Tong's mouth.
For an injury like this, one bottle of antibiotics is definitely not enough. A couple more anti-inflammatory pills should be enough to help him pull through.
Song Xiaozhu grabbed a bottle of clean water. She thought that the pills tasted terrible, but the water tasted quite good, so neutralizing the taste would make it a little better.
This young man is already pitiful enough; let's not make things worse for him.
To my surprise, the pills melted in my mouth, so I didn't need to take them with water at all.
Xiao Tong, who had been as still as a dead fish, suddenly narrowed his eyes, and his handsome face scrunched up, looking like a dried-up starfish.
"... Ugh... Ugh... Waaah!"
Xiao Tong couldn't utter a single word clearly, only letting out groans that sounded like crying. Finally, she seemed to really be unable to bear it any longer and burst into loud sobs.
Song Xiaozhu said tactfully, "It seems this tastes quite strange."
Bai Jing:"..."
Qiu Shuyu: "..."
At this moment, the three people standing in the shack were all sincerely praying—don't get sick, don't get hurt, and don't need that damned hemostatic powder and anti-inflammatory pills!
Xiao Tong fell asleep.
I don't know if it's because the injuries are too severe, the emotional knot too deep, or the pain too intense, or the taste in my mouth too bitter...
In short, he slept very peacefully, just like...
Qiu Shuyu was worried and poked him.
Bai Jing glanced at her and said, "She's not dead."
He's not just not dead, he looks like he'll recover quite quickly.
Song Xiaozhu was already preparing dinner; she now had a little " Engineer " as her...
Vest
After that, he stopped hiding the small box and, like Doraemon, took out three simple meals, added some wild vegetable powder and clean water, put them in a hot pot, and reheated them.
With clean water, Song Xiaozhu's casual meals taste even better.
It's getting closer and closer to eight-treasure porridge now; if you sprinkle some sugar on it, it will taste even sweeter.
Once the pot was almost boiling, Qiu Shuyu came over to help and served the simple meal.
Bai Jing sat steadily in the chair, reverting to his aged and frail appearance. His dark eyes were filled with a bad temper and a tendency to nitpick.
"Wild vegetable powder?"
"It's made by Xiaozhu, and it tastes especially good."
"Ha, how good can it be?"
"That's great! That's great!"
Listening to Bai Jing and Qiu Shuyu's conversation, Song Xiaozhu thought of a sentence—
One thing can subdue another.
Qiu Shuyu, completely oblivious to Bai Jing's sarcastic remarks, was actually her natural enemy.
Bai Jing was somewhat tired. After reverting to his aged appearance, his fatigue became even more apparent. His aged hands trembled slightly as he held the bowl, and his thin wrists looked like withered branches that would break at the slightest touch.
Thinking of the deadly hemostatic powder and anti-inflammatory pills, he had no expectations for this bowl of special wild vegetable noodles.