After a moment of silence, Mo Lan resignedly took out a bottle of hydrogen peroxide from the mandala and prepared to clean his wounds. Looking at the several wounds that were still bleeding profusely, Mo Lan was sure that this person would bleed to death within an hour.
His face was alright, mostly just abrasions, but the most serious injuries were a broken arrow stuck in his right chest and a penetrating wound to his waist and abdomen.
Fortunately, he avoided vital organs; otherwise, if his internal organs had been damaged, even a miracle worker couldn't have saved him with today's medical skills.
After working for half a day and using up most of his stockpile of medicinal powder, he finally managed to bandage all the wounds. One of his legs even had bone showing. It has to be said, this man's perseverance is astonishing!
Looking at the wounded man who was wrapped up like a dumpling, Mo Lan sighed, took out two more anti-infection capsules and put them in his mouth, then poured water down his throat.
"I've done my best. Whether you live or die is up to you."
Mo Lan washed her hands with the last bit of water, looked at the setting sun, and couldn't help but pinch her brow.
"Tomb Spirit, if I throw him here, won't he be carried off by wild beasts?"
The tomb spirit listened to Mo Lan's tone and remained silent for a moment. "Boss, it's hard to say whether it will be carried away by wild beasts. If it dies, wouldn't all your hard work have been for nothing? And you would have wasted some resources."
Mo Lan looked down at the pale-faced guy. Wouldn't it be even more unlucky if he died in the mountain stronghold?
"Boss, how about I summon a few ghosts to carry the person back?"
"Hmm? This works too?" If we don't have to use our own hands, it's not out of the question.
"Since we've run into them, it seems rather unethical to just stand by and watch them die."
Seeing that the leader seemed to be wavering, the tomb spirit quickly spoke up again to persuade him.
Alas, it's a tomb spirit, so it shouldn't have that much compassion, but ever since it merged with the mandala, it can't help but feel kind-hearted.
Buddhist things are indeed not to be touched.
Mo Lan pondered for a moment, then, realizing she had wasted some medicine powder, said, "Alright, let's carry him up."
Before the spirit of the tomb could grieve, it immediately spread its consciousness, attracting several ghosts that were wandering nearby.
Mo Lan watched helplessly as the injured man slowly lifted off the ground, beneath him were several transparent spirits.
The scene before me can only be described as bizarre.
Mo Lan subconsciously glanced around. Fortunately, there were few people around, otherwise, it might have caused quite a stir.
Back in the back mountain, Mo Lan had them put the person on a rock, and she went to call Xiong Da and a few others to help transport the person to the mountain stronghold.
As for the few ghosts, according to the previous rules, the tomb spirits sent them into the realm.
"Boss, this guy is too badly injured. Can he be saved?" Xiong Da frowned as he looked at the wounded man wrapped up like a dumpling.
"Let's see how it goes? Just carry them to the guest room in the front yard."
The people have been transported here, what else can we do?
"Alright, but boss, this guy doesn't look like one of us from inside the Great Wall. Where did he come from, with such serious injuries?"
After sizing her up, Song Jian looked at Mo Lan. The Saiwai people were exceptionally fierce. Wouldn't it be too risky to transport her back to the mountain stronghold?
"I don't know, I found it at the foot of the mountain."
Several people hurriedly settled the person in the guest room in the front yard. Mo Lan then had the village's barefoot doctor examine the person before returning to the back yard to give the pheasant to Granny Jiang.
"Make some chicken soup, and don't forget to give that injured person a bowl."
"Don't worry, Miss, this old servant won't forget." Granny Jiang nodded and immediately took the pheasant to the kitchen.
When Hua Yifei heard that Mo Lan had rescued someone, he didn't say much, only instructing her to take good care of her.
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