"Why haven't the wounds been stitched up?"
Doctor Yun wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked.
"I don't know. When I arrived, Lord Hall Master's condition was already very poor, I had to prioritize resuscitating him before considering anything else."
"Then use silver needles threaded with silk to stitch the wounds, while I stabilize his bodily functions."
The most severe injury on the Hall Master was the torn wound in his abdomen. If we could stabilize his bodily functions and then sew up the wound properly, and use Medicine Pills to promote the self-healing abilities of his demonized body, the injury should start to heal.
Doctor Yun shared his thoughts with Young Master Jiang, who gave his approval.
The two worked together again, this time with Young Master Jiang busying himself above and below, while Doctor Yun directed various medicine powder around the wound for the flesh and blood to absorb.
Soon, a third of the wound was stitched with thin silk threads.
At the moment, they were merely laying out the threads, needing to wait until all the threads were distributed properly before pulling them together to fuse the severed flesh.
Just then, they heard what was originally the steady breathing of the Iron-eating Demon turn into heavy snores.
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What did this indicate?
It indicated that the Iron-eating Demon's pain was relieved, the condition was improving, and it was gradually falling into a deep sleep, rather than a coma-induced by the injury.
They were about to continue the treatment when...
A strange noise suddenly came from the wound.
Before they could turn their heads to look...
The thin ice over the wound suddenly shattered, exploding into tiny fragments of ice shooting everywhere!
And the stitched silk threads burst into flames with a hiss, instantly burning all the threads to ashes!
The Iron-eating Demon immediately let out a painful roar, which in a breath turned into a weak breathing sound. Its bodily condition seemed to have gone from gradual improvement to a sudden plummet, becoming critically unstable.
Doctor Yun and Young Master Jiang both stepped back, looking at the wound.
They saw the inside of the Iron-eating Demon's wound flesh turning over with a sizzling sound, as if some invisible flame was continuously scorching its inner flesh, even oozing out thick sizzling oil, dripping and overflowing!
The two wanted to approach, but were instead forced back by the terrifying heat wave emanating from the wound.
It was as if there wasn't an Iron-eating Demon in front of them, but rather a massive furnace.
"Lord Hall Master?! Lord Hall Master!" Young Master Jiang shouted repeatedly.
"Dammit... it's ruined!"
The always composed Doctor Yun was suddenly panic-stricken.
If the Yangshen Hall Master were to die under his treatment, it would be a tremendous blow to his reputation, a stigma he would bear for life.
Glancing at Young Master Jiang, a thought arose in Doctor Yun's mind.
Yes, in his view, Wu Hall Master was basically beyond help.
He didn't know where the problem lay.
Perhaps it was one of his Medicines that stimulated the wound, causing the injury to worsen.
It might also be that the demonized body of the Hall Master had some special protocol, and their actions had touched upon a taboo.
Or it could be the silver needles and silk threads used by Young Master Jiang that tugged on something wrong.
Regardless of the cause, the result was... they had botched it.
A great figure, the venerable Yangshen Hall Master, was about to... perish at their hands.
"Why did it suddenly speed up..."
From behind, a voice echoed.
Before Doctor Yun could turn around, a svelte figure brushed past him.
In the midst of Young Master Jiang's shocked cry, that figure had already, with the sound of sizzling, rushed to the side of the Iron-eating Demon and plunged a hand directly into the wound.
Huge clouds of steam, like a behemoth exhaling, billowed out from the wound, filling the room.
Within the rolling mist, a cold voice slowly arose.
"The Head of Research Demon Mansion, Ding Hui."
As the fog gradually dissipated, a woman's right arm, crystal clear like an ice sculpture, was deeply embedded in the Iron-eating Demon's wound, instantly freezing the gaping wound into a thin layer of frost, and it was still intensifying.
"You can't even recognize a wound made by an Extreme Flame Demon and dare to treat it? What? Did studying medicine make your brains go bad?"
The gaze swept over, and Young Master Jiang quickly bowed his head.
Doctor Yun had already begun to bow.
"Lord Ding Hui's admonishment is..."
By the time Fang Yu hurried over, Ding Hui had already removed her hand from the wound, signaling the stunned Fang Yu to come over.
Fang Yu glanced at Young Master Jiang and Doctor Yun and then quickly approached Ding Hui.
Afterward, he felt an uncomfortable sensation that he hadn't felt for a long time.
Ding Hui's voice then emerged in his mind.
"How is it? My Shuang Xuyao hand, it's transplanted perfectly, isn't it?"