Upon hearing this, Fu Hongxue bowed in agreement.

"Yes, Elder Ye."

His voice is as clear and sweet as jade, and once you hear it, you will never forget it.

Yu Changying looked at Fu Hongxue curiously, thinking to himself, this must be a handsome senior brother.

It’s a pity that he was wearing a mask that covered his true face so tightly that people couldn’t get a glimpse of his elegance.

Yu Changying stared at Fu Hongxue for a while. Suddenly, a familiar male voice came from her sea of ​​consciousness: "Sister Changying, have you seen enough?"

"No." Yu Changying's lips curled slightly, and he replied in a voice transmission, "Senior Brother Hongxue's voice is so beautiful. It's so beautiful that it makes me feel particularly comfortable and happy."

After finishing speaking, Wen Yuchu did not give her any further response.

Seeing this situation, Yu Changying couldn't help but feel a little confused. He couldn't help but turn his head slightly and look at Wen Yuchu beside him.

At this time, Fu Hongxue's pleasant voice sounded again.

"Junior brothers and sisters, please come over here."

Fu Hongxue squatted in front of an injured disciple and slightly pulled back the gauze to reveal the wound.

It looks bloody.

You can tell at a glance that it has been eroded by black water.

"Look, this is the wound after our initial purification and treatment." Fu Hongxue said softly. As he spoke, he gently pointed at the wound with his finger, signaling them to pay attention.

"As long as you see that the black gas no longer lingers around the wound, and there are no abnormal changes, and no signs of further corrosion, then it means that the wound has temporarily stabilized and you can proceed to the next step of applying medicine and bandaging."