The man in brocade robe laughed and stopped refusing. He pulled out the cork, opened his mouth slightly, and drank a sip of the water in the bamboo tube.
There was a flash of surprise in his eyes, and he stared at the bamboo tube in his hand, frowning and thinking deeply. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but the water in the bamboo tube was surprisingly sweet.
Moreover, after taking a sip, my body seemed to have some strength back.
He said nothing more and drank all the water in the bamboo tube.
Instantly, he felt that the wound on his back was no longer so painful, and the discomfort caused by the poisoning also dissipated a lot.
He was sure that the water in the bamboo tube must have been hard-earned. But the little girl in front of him gave him a drink from the bamboo tube, a person he had never met before. She was really a very kind person.
When the man in brocade robe looked at Feng Jiuyan, there was some warmth in his eyes.
Feng Jiuyan watched the man drink up the spiritual spring water in the bamboo tube before smiling with satisfaction.
"Okay, the poison is taken care of. Now it's time to deal with the external injuries."
Feng Jiuyan took out some white bandages, wound medicine, anesthetic spray, some sutures and needles from his "sleeves" and placed them on a clean handkerchief.
Sutures, wound dressings, bandages, etc. are all available in this era.
However, the suture needle looks different from the ones used by doctors of this era. Hers is more delicate and small, while the ones used by ancient doctors are rougher.
As for anesthetic spray, it is not a thing of this era.
The man in brocade robes' gaze lingered for a moment, and although he looked puzzled, he didn't say much.
The wound of the man in brocade robe was deep and long, and needed to be sutured to heal quickly. If such a large wound was not treated properly, it might cause inflammation and high fever, and his life might be in danger.
You have to know that there were no anti-inflammatory drugs in ancient times, and inflammation of wounds could be fatal.
The man in brocade robes stared at Feng Jiuyan's sleeves and asked, "Miss, do you have a treasure bag in your sleeves?"
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