HEAVENLY CULTIVATION.
you should call me dage II

After the preparations for the treatment had been completed, Jing Yiran began to heat the wound needle over the fire. He then wiped the blood around the wound and imagined that the skin around the wound was just the usual work of cross-stitching.

Jing Yiran clenched her teeth. "It only lasts a little while.You have to endure the pain a little."

Jing Yiran sprinkled that little dope, which definitely would not relieve the pain completely, so Lau Luo had to be forced to be conscious as her wound slowly stitched.

After all Lau Luo was only six years old, when a child experienced this kind of pain she would definitely rebel to fight due to the magic.

And he threw out his bound legs and hands as Jing Yiran began to sew the flesh on his stomach while enduring the excruciating pain and pain he tightened his teeth and all his eyes were shivering. "You-you!

If here was anyone else willing to cure Lau Luo other than herself and Can Zao surely Lau Luo received more decent treatment. Jing Yiran felt guilty, she was all too ashamed for her own abilities. In this situation, his designation as a young genius due to being a Yilin disciple in the Broken Sword Sect was useless.

"I only know of this healing method.I'm sorry."

And again, once this is done the wound will leave a lifetime of buffering and terrible cross-sections. Jing Yiran gritted her teeth before she started sewing the wound, she slowly sewed up the skinny flesh which also channeled horror to her own mentality.

As then Lau Luo struggled with great pain, her breathing was wheezing and disjointed and she clasped her fist. She looked sharply at Jing Yiran, if she was now holding her sword surely Lau Luo would have already used her sword around Jing Yiran's neck to force her to stop.

He looked at the person wearing the sky blue robe with eyes of hatred, eyes that were like the bloodthirsty gaze of Lau Luo gritted her long eyelashes and all her teeth before throwing her feet to kick the person.

Jing Yiran could not bear to see Lau Luo who was bound in pain, she then took out Lau Luo's sword and eliminated it into the storage ring. As Lau Luo saw her sword disappear she gritted furiously, but as soon as Jing Yiran untied in her hand her expression was stifled and she did not so peak in anger.

Jing Yiran let go. "It's gonna pass quickly, can you hold it back a little? Just a minute I'll stitch up all your wounds as fast as I can."

The wound on Lau Luo's stomach was already covered, she then cleaned it with warm water and let Lau Luo sit down.

He looked at the wound on Lau Luo's back that made him swallow the fiber on his neck that suddenly turned dry.

Jing Yiran said softly and comfortably. "Alright, I'll do it carefully, it'll hurt and come back as quickly as before."

It was time for Jing Yiran to sew up Lau Luo's back wound. He was a little stunned to learn that the six-year-old boy had stopped rebelling, maybe Lau Luo fainted in a sitting position or turned calm from hearing the soothing words but all of the person's skin was still shivering trying to endure the pain all over her wound.

As Lau Luo was calmer and now no longer rebelling Jing Yiran sewed her wound up faster, she could hear a groan of pain from Lau Luo but Lau Luo looked at her sharply, looking at her, and bit him hard like a wolf trying to get revenge.

Jing Yiran knitted her brows in pain, she was only bitten by the newly grown milk teeth, but it felt like she was bitten by the teeth of a hungry wolf. He tried to endure it, but he knew Lau Luo was doing it because her tailoring method used a little dope and so that the person would not get fixated on the pain of the stitching so Lau Luo bit someone else.

"You should call me Dage!"

/Dage: brother.

Lau Luo took off her teeth and instantly made her tooth marks print on Jing Yiran's hand flesh to the point of disturbing the person sewing her wounds, as a result, making the way of treatment that further aggravates the wound until it is masked everywhere.

-Prak!

When the black hair was unraveled, its appearance was almost similar to Shu Zi Jiu who was in the primitive settlement, he said, it was just that Jing Yiran's face and skin were slightly cold and her appearance was not as pale as Ah Jiu-ge even though they were both long-haired.

When he finished sewing all the masked wounds, and gouged out the almost festering ulcer loka Jing Yiran heaved a sigh of relief.

He heaved a sigh of relief because the treatment work had been completed, he then wiped all of Lau Luo's wounds and sprinkled the medicine on the cotton cloth then affixed the other medicine while bandaging as the last step.

Jing Yiran also did not forget about all sorts of incision wounds on Lau Luo's legs, either, when he remembered it he then took off Lau Luo's footwear and who immediately showed various small wounds already looked very terrible because many of his skin had been peeled off, after a short silence he took out the herbal ointment and started smearing every cut on Lau Luo's leg evenly so that the hundreds of cuts would no longer bleed.

She smiled and enveloped the half-critical person in order to rest comfortably, Jing Yiran took her blue trumpet and she again tied her long hair back into a ponytail.

"It's over."

From the wound, Lau Luo lost a lot of blood which made her face turn pale and green to restore the flaws for overexposing the blood from Lau Luo's battle with Zhang Zihan, Jing Yiran needed a potion to restore the blood Lau Luo had lost before.

"I have to make a porridge with a mixture of blood-boosting drugs."

He then took the turbid water that had already turned red and he immediately threw it away to change back into clean water, he looked back at Lau Luo's face, he looked back at Lau Luo's face, the little boy was already covered with pale skin and lips as well as all the paled skin almost like a corpse.

After he finished and he came out, Chuxi and Can Sua were already in front of him.

Chuxi was already staring at the door as well as Can Sua, Jing Yiran raised one eyebrow before she asked. "What's wrong with you guys?"

"How is Luo Didi?!"

"How is brother Luo now?!"

The words of Chuxi and Can Sua almost pierced in Jing Yiran's ears simultaneously, they did not ask, impressing at the snapping from being too anxious.

"...."

Chuxi and Can Sua steadied their ears, for Lau Luo's wounds were looking severe. They did not overly entrust Jing Yiran's healing abilities, because from the outside they heard a loud clashing sound, and again there is no rumor that says that the honorable Yiran-xianjun is good at healing the wounds of others.

"Just calm down, he's not dead.." Jing Yiran said indifferently.

"But if you go see him, he'll die."