Chapter 17
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The village chief went and came back with a few rolls of clean, unused gauze and a powder stick in his hands.
Ah Chao very sensibly got down from the table and started to sort out the pile of herbs he had brought over.
He first divided them into piles, and then put them all into different ceramic jars. He then placed the medicines that the two people would use in front of Xie Tingyun and Ning Chen respectively.
After finding the medicine for Ning Chen and Xie Tingyun, Achao took out a bunch of herbs from the medicine basket he had been carrying and put them into the last pottery jar.
Ah Chao went out to collect herbs today in order to heal the village chief's legs.
The village chief kept Ning Chen's medicine jar alone, picked out a few external-use medicines from Xie Tingyun's medicine jar, and then gave the two pottery jars to Achao and sent him out to boil the medicine.
The village chief directly poured out all the herbs in Ning Chen's pottery jar, spread them on the table and counted them one by one. After counting, he put them all back, added some clean water, and used a pestle to pound the herbs to extract the juice. He walked to Ning Chen with the pottery jar and said to Ning Chen in a commanding tone: "Put them out so I can see them."
Ning Chen: “…”
In order to avoid being slapped on the back, Ning Chen had to swallow his anger and remove the evil spirit from his body.
From the edge of the wrist bone, along the line of the arm, the shoulder and neck, the middle waist, and the outside of the long legs, all were rubbed to a bloody effect by the fierce friction. In some severely worn areas, you could even see the eerie white bones, which made the old man frown.
With injuries like this, the slightest movement of the right side of the body would result in large wounds. How come this brat was so calm and composed all the way?
The village chief couldn't help getting angry when he saw the injured person refusing to cooperate. He snorted heavily, and skillfully used a gauze dipped in water to gently wipe the blood-stained sand on the wound. After wiping it dry, he applied a little bit of the medicine he had just prepared on it.
No one knew what those herbs were, but the juice that came out of them was almost ink-black. As soon as the ink-black juice touched Ning Chen's wound, Xie Tingyun saw that Ning Chen's expression changed slightly.
“…”
Ning Shen's breathing was so painful that it stopped for several seconds.
He nearly bit his back teeth to pieces, only then did he manage to keep his expression from getting out of control. The longer the village chief dripped the medicine on his wound, the longer Ning Chen resisted the urge to kick over the jar.
The village chief dripped the medicine on all of Ning Chen's wounds little by little, not wasting a single drop.
The inky black medicinal juice exuded a demonic aura that could not be ignored. Once it touched Ning Chen's wounds, it was swallowed up by the violently surging demonic energy in Ning Chen's meridians. As the process gradually progressed, Ning Chen's wounds actually healed a little. At least the place where the white bones could be seen was now covered with new flesh and blood.
The village chief only has this much stock in his house, and once it’s all used up, it’s gone.
The village chief's brows were wrinkled so tightly that they could almost pinch a fly to death. His expression was uglier than tranquility. He kept muttering, "You brats are relying on your youth and high level of energy to not take your bodies seriously. If a wound like this gets infected, it will be ten times more painful than this, and it is also very easy for other energy to invade. Even after this, you still refuse to cooperate with the treatment. What are you thinking?"
“…”
Ning Chen no longer had the energy to curse.
He lowered his head and pressed his other good hand on his temple. Veins bulged on the back of his hand. A shadow fell, covering most of his expression, and only the line of his tightly pursed lips could be seen.
Achao's mother followed Achao to help boil the medicine, leaving Xie Tingyun alone sitting next to Ningchen, and he could see the wound on his side clearly.
Xie Tingyun's eyes paused on the horrible wound for a long while, his expression was gloomy.
During the entire process of falling into the ruthless ghost crack, Ning Chen endured all the contact surfaces.
As for the current injuries, Ning Chen estimated that he should have used the magic breath to condense through the protective shield to reduce friction. Otherwise, with their falling speed and contact time, their flesh and blood would have been directly scorched by the high temperature.
The village chief simply used the existing medicinal herbs to treat Ning Shen's wound, then he cleared away the used gauze on the table and warned, "Don't get it wet for twelve hours."
Ning Shen covered half of his face, and his ears were buzzing, so he couldn't hear what the old man said. When he recovered from the severe pain, cold sweat flowed down his temples.
After the village chief finished treating the disobedient patient, he began to treat Xie Tingyun's injuries.
The old wound on Xie Tingyun's left chest was the most serious. However, the remaining demonic energy in his wound had been completely removed not long ago. Now the injury only needed to be slowly restored and healed. The rest were just some sequelae of excessive spiritual power loss.
Xie Tingyun thought that his injuries had already passed the most critical stage. Since his meridians were protected from being invaded by the evil spirit, it was basically no big deal. What remained was just a matter of recovery and time.
He saw the village chief pick up a new roll of gauze and put it in front of him, and then began to mix Xie Tingyun's medicine. He turned his head to look at Ning Shen's miserable appearance, and after a moment of silence, he whispered, "Village chief, can I not use external medicine? I only have one wound, which is very small, and the demonic energy inside has been completely cleared, so the remaining one poses basically no threat."
Before Xie Tingyun could speak, Ning Chen, who had his face lowered, suddenly raised his head as if triggered by some key words, and slammed his other intact hand heavily on the table. He gritted his teeth and sneered, "No, you have to use it too."
Xie Tingyun: "..."
He was a little bit unbelievable, "You..."
Before the village chief could say anything, Ning Chen was the first to object: "No, no, you can't get away with it."
How can it be so cheap?
Ning Chen felt like he was going through a tribulation when he applied the medicine, and it hurt so much that his back teeth were almost broken. How could he not let Xie Tingyun experience this?
He got caught in the rain, so Xie Tingyun can forget about using an umbrella!
Ning said solemnly, "He is seriously injured. He was invaded by the devil's aura for a long time while his spiritual power was severely depleted. Who knows what sequelae the devil's aura left behind. Look at him, he is covered in blood. Does he look like he is fine? You can't let him go... No, you have to treat him."
Xie Tingyun: “…………”
The human race saint who had always been self-disciplined and prudent had been protected too well by the immortal sect's master. He had never seen such a dangerous world. He was so shocked that he was speechless for a long time. Only then did he find his voice with difficulty: "Tianxiao, you... no, don't you know who that evil breath belongs to?!"
Ning Chen was as calm as a rock and could not take any action: "Apply the medicine, quickly."
Xie Tingyun: "..."
The village chief was still squeezing the pills, and the sound of "dong dong" was endless. He probably didn't hear clearly what Xie Tingyun said at the beginning. Seeing that the two finally stopped talking, the village chief squeezing the pills hard while shouting: "What did you say? You were too quiet and I couldn't hear you. Say it again."
Ning Chen vowed to fight to the death for his old enemy, who he had not yet shared the good times but would soon share the bad times with. He clapped his hands and was about to stand up, but was held down by Xie Tingyun: "You, you can take another look at my injuries. They are not serious now. As for whether I can stop using the external medicine..."
This time the village chief finally heard it clearly.
Before Xie Tingyun finished speaking, he saw the village chief was stunned for a moment, then he stopped stirring the medicine, raised one hand high, and pointed it at Xie Tingyun's back, as if he would slap him if Xie Tingyun dared to finish his words.
Xie Tingyun immediately sat back down and said obediently, "Okay, I'll use it."
Ning Chen: “…”
Ning Chen thought about all the sad things in his life, and finally managed to hold back from laughing out loud.
It's so funny. It's great to see the male protagonist Long Aotian change his expression at the speed of light when he gets upset. If Ning Chen's other side wasn't so painful that it was numb and he couldn't move, I would have applauded him.
The village chief snorted heavily, slapped Xie Tingyun on the back, and said coldly: "You are disobedient."
Xie Tingyun: "..."
The village chief was not done with the slap. He came around and slapped Ning Chen, who was gloating over the misfortune, and scolded him, "What are you laughing at? Your smile can be sold for a thousand gold coins, right? Why do you have to laugh like this?"
Ning Chen: “…”
I'm so angry, so angry, you old man. I advise you to quit while you're ahead! ! ! !