Koi Fubao: Being loved by everyone on the road to escape from famine

Chapter 205 A wonderful rejuvenation

"They are experts from the Divine Doctor Valley. When they learned that the border was in danger, they took the initiative to request to come here, hoping to provide medical assistance to the soldiers on the front line."

Her words were full of pride and admiration.

When Gu Tingxuan heard that they were masters from the Divine Doctor Valley, his heart was immediately filled with respect. He quickly bowed again and thanked them sincerely: "I am really grateful for your help, young heroes!"

Fang Weiyi remained calm as always, without saying much, and devoted himself silently to the intense rescue work. Every movement he made revealed his professionalism and concentration.

Fang Jiawen responded with his signature warm smile and waved his hand casually, "It's just a trivial matter, not worth mentioning. Saving the dying and healing the wounded is the responsibility of our Divine Doctor Valley, Mr. Gu, there is no need to be too polite."

His tone was lighthearted and cheerful, as if all this was just a part of his daily life, yet it invisibly conveyed a power that warmed people's hearts.

Fang Weiyi's bag was like a small pharmacy, with all kinds of medicines for wounds classified and arranged neatly, each of which was enough to save lives on the battlefield.

At this moment, he was lowering his head with a focused look in his eyes. He was holding a piece of clean cotton cloth between his fingers. He gently dipped the ointment and carefully applied it on the wound of a soldier.

The soldier's face was full of gratitude and he kept saying thank you. Fang Weiyi just nodded slightly with a faint smile on his lips. The "hmm" was low and powerful, as if it was the most solid backing on the battlefield.

The medicine bag that Xiao Zhixue was carrying looked plain on the outside, but it was actually full of secrets. Various precious medicinal materials exuded a faint herbal fragrance and swayed gently with her steps.

She slowly walked towards a boy who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. The boy's left arm was empty, and his right face was ruthlessly burned by the flames, leaving a shocking charred area. The broken arm he was holding tightly in his arms was even more unbearable to look at.

Xiao Zhixue's eyes were full of pity, and her gentle movements seemed as if she was afraid of disturbing the injured little animal.

When removing the boy's clothes, Xiao Zhixue's movements were extremely gentle, as if she was treating a fragile piece of art.

The sight of the wound made her frown slightly, a complex emotion mixed with heartache and determination.

The boy's eyes were filled with fear and anxiety. He stared at Xiao Zhixue, trying to find a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

"My injury, is it impossible to heal?"

The boy's voice was trembling, and a trace of blood seeped from his cracked lips. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat, painful and difficult.

His tone was filled with more uncertainty and fear about the future, and the pain in his body seemed to have exceeded the limits of what words could express.

Xiao Zhixue's voice was like a spring breeze, gentle but firm: "Don't worry, your injury is not serious, just receive treatment with peace of mind, everything will be fine."

Her words were like nectar, nourishing the boy's dry heart and relaxing his tense nerves a little.

When treating the boy's wounds, Xiao Zhixue's movements were skillful and quick, and every step seemed so professional and caring.

She first carefully cleaned the wound with clear stream water to avoid any bacterial invasion, and then carefully applied iodine. The pungent smell filled the air, but it was also a symbol of safety.

Time is running out, and she knows that every second of delay may have irreversible impact on the boy's future.

"Close your eyes and rest for a while. When you wake up, your arm will belong to you again."

Xiao Zhixue's voice was as gentle as a mother's lullaby. The boy closed his eyes obediently, and his tired body finally found a moment of peace.

In a corner where no one was paying attention, Xiao Zhixue swiftly took out a small anesthetic needle and injected it into the boy's stump with precise movements. The whole process was almost silent.

The medicine slowly flowed into the boy's body, taking away his sense of pain and his consciousness.

Her movements were smooth and stealthy, ensuring that the boy felt no pain, only a warm numbness that gradually spread until he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Xiao Zhixue was anxious. She wanted to use her spatial ability to perform surgery on the boy immediately, but under the watchful eyes of everyone, especially Fan Yanmu's gaze that seemed to always see through everything, she had to take a more traditional approach.

The light and shadow of the campfire danced on her face, reflecting her focused and determined expression. She began to use ancient medical skills to reattach the boy's severed limbs step by step.

In the dim firelight, Xiao Zhixue carefully observed the intricate neural network around the wound. She memorized every nerve and every blood vessel.

She patiently reconnected the severed arm to the boy's body. Every stitch and every thread embodied her hard work and skills, striving for perfection.

As time went by, beads of sweat gradually appeared on her forehead, which were the testimony of her hard work and concentration.

At this moment, a warm handkerchief gently brushed across her forehead, taking away the sweat caused by nervousness.

Xiao Zhixue looked up and met Fan Yanmu's deep and concerned eyes. He was concentrating on wiping the sweat off her face.

She gave him a grateful smile in return, then lowered her head again, concentrating on the task at hand.

Half an incense stick of time seemed to freeze, and finally, with Xiao Zhixue's unremitting efforts, the boy's arm miraculously returned to its original appearance, as if he was reborn.

Next, she carefully treated the boy's facial injuries until everything was healed, and the boy slowly opened his eyes.

When the boy realized that not only was his arm back, but he could also feel the numbness and weight, his eyes flashed with disbelief.

He turned around and was shocked to see that his lost arm had returned to its original place intact. At that moment, tears welled up in his eyes. It was a mixture of surprise, gratitude, and infinite longing for the future.

"Thanks to the girl's miraculous healing, I..."

The boy's words were interrupted by surging emotions before he could finish speaking, and he burst into sobs.

Xiao Zhixue patted his shoulder gently, comforted him softly, and reminded him to stay calm so as not to affect the recovery of his wounds.

In order to help the boy recover faster, Xiao Zhixue took out a bottle of precious spiritual water and fed it to him personally.

This spiritual water contains the essence of nature and can greatly promote wound healing. After the young man drank it, the nerves in his broken arm seemed to be activated and began to connect rapidly.

After treating and bandaging the boy's facial injuries, Xiao Zhixue stood up and prepared to turn to other injured people waiting for treatment.

The young man followed closely with his eyes, filled with endless gratitude and admiration.

At this time, Fang Weiyi was also applying special ointment to other soldiers, and at the same time instructed Fang Jiawen to take care of those soldiers with less serious injuries.

The tacit cooperation among the three people greatly reduced Wang Bin’s burden.

Seeing that the medicine in Fang Jiawen's hand was about to run out, Wang Bin quickly replenished it with new medicine and handed it to him. Fang Jiawen smiled gratefully and immediately continued to devote himself to the intensive treatment work.