Back at the Taoist temple, Zeng Yixin hurriedly boiled water. The two women were in a mess, and they both had wounds and needed medicine.
Wei Guangxiang and Wan Zhongming directly killed wolves in the yard. To be honest, it was pretty bloody, too.
Su Yuanyuan is not afraid of these things. When she was a child, she often went to the pig farm that she had a good relationship with her grandma to get pig blood. Those were given to them without money, so she often saw pig slaughter. There is really nothing to be afraid of.
After taking a bath, Zhan Yunzhao gave them both a bottle of ointment.
"I made this myself. It won't leave a scar when you smear it on."
"Thank you Daoist Zhan. Has Daoist developed any other ointment for quick hemostasis?"
Su Yuanyuan thought that it was inevitable for Daqing and the others to be injured when they were on missions all day long. If the Taoist priest really has a good ointment with the old formula, he must bring some to them.
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