"Madam, what do you think of him?" Yan Baihu asked with some concern.

Nangong Mo lowered his head and reached out to take his pulse, explored his breathing, reached out to check the position of the feather arrow, and frowned and said, "It's really dangerous not to shoot at the heart."

Yan Baihu was a little disappointed, "Really... I can't save it?"

"I don't have the tools in my hands, let's try it." Nangong Mo said.

He reached out and pulled out the silver needle he carried casually and put it aside. He twisted a silver needle and leaned against the fire and found the correct acupoint and smashed it down. After hitting a few needles, he raised his head and looked at Wei Junmo and said, "The injury is in this position. As long as the arrow is pulled out, it will be poured into his heart and lungs immediately. I have locked several acupoints around him with the silver needle. Please help me take my shoulders out from behind him."

The feather arrows had barbs on their shoulders. Even if they had tools, Nangong Mo would not dare to open his chest to remove the arrows. He could only rely on Wei Junmo's profound internal strength and precise control to force the arrows out from behind. If Wei Junmo had not been here, it would be very difficult for Nangong Mo to do this alone. She was less than seventeen years old, and the internal strength of the wheel was indeed good, but she would definitely not be considered profound.

Wei Junmo nodded silently and said, "Help him up."

Yan Baihu quickly and carefully helped the lying person up. Nangong Mo took out the dagger and cleanly cut off the feathers at the tail of the arrow, giving the position to Wei Junmo. At the same time, he also took out the medicine and silver needles to prepare for any accidents.

Wei Junmo looked cold and stretched out a hand to press the wounded person. Yan Baihu didn't feel any movement. He heard a thud of his shoulders passing through the man's back and rushed out and shot directly onto the pillar next to him. The man in a sleepy state trembled and whispered unconsciously. Nangong Mo made a move like the wind, quickly lit several acupoints, and the silver needle in his hand also fell down. Then he took the medicine powder on the man's back and sprinkled it on the wound, saying, "First help him stop the blood behind him, then clean the wound in front of him and bandage it. Don't move for the next two days. If the wound does not worsen, his life should be saved."

Yan Baihu was a little stunned, but he didn't expect it to be so easy. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Nangong Mo turning around and holding Wei Junmo without looking at him, "Junmo, are you okay?"

Wei Junmo had nothing to do, but his face turned a little pale.

It didn't seem to be laborious just now, but if someone had changed, I was afraid the person who was lying down would have died. Wei Junmo was not proficient in medical treatment. Not only did he force out the arrows in his body, but he also had to protect his heart, lungs, blood, etc. at the same time, so that he could not let shock or let the feather arrows passing through his chest hurt the bloodline and make the blood flow backwards like the ventricle. Wei Junmo's body had some hidden dangers. Although Nangong Mo tried his best to regulate these days, this internal injury would take time. Today, he rushed from a distance and fought again. No wonder Wei Junmo's face looked a little bad. If it were Nangong Mo, he might not be able to save people. Compared to Wei Junmo, Nangong Mo only had a little more understanding of medical treatment than him.

Yan Baihu saw that Wei Junmo's face was not good, and asked quickly, "What's wrong? I was just injured?" He was secretly upset. He actually forgot that Wei Junmo had just killed the enemy general from the battlefield. Could it be that he was injured there? If something happened because Wei Junmo was injured to help treat the soldier, not only would he not be able to escape, but even the young man who was saved his life would be unlucky. After all, compared to Wei Junmo, who could kill the enemy general among thousands of troops, the life of an ordinary lower-level soldier was too insignificant.

Wei Junmo shook his head and said calmly: "It's okay."

Nangong Mo turned around and smiled at Yan Baihu and said, "While shaking the feather arrows out, it also needs to protect his heart, which requires extremely profound internal strength. Wuhuan could not do it, but he had to trouble Jun Mo to take action. It was just that he had some internal injuries in his body, so..." Nangong Mo said this not to ask Yan Baihu to remember their favor first. Instead, there were many casualties in the army. Although Nangong Mo had the intention to save people, he would not always ask Wei Junmo to consume his internal strength in this way, let alone this was not a long time. It would be better to make it clear so that everyone would be embarrassed if something happened in the future.

Yan Baihu also understood this truth. He only saw Wei Junmo's sudden pale face and knew the difficulties. You must know that this person was still killing all directions half an hour ago. He was also very grateful to the two of them now, and secretly made up his mind not to just say today.

While thanking the two, Yan Baihu directed the people around him to clean the wound and bandage it. Behind him, Nangong Mo stuffed a pill everywhere into Wei Junmo's mouth and looked at him with some concern. Wei Junmo shook his head slightly and said softly: "It's okay, just adjust your breathing for a while."

Nangong Mo was very sorry, "I shouldn't have let you take action."

In fact, there is no other way. Although the risks are more troublesome, she is still very sure to save people if she is careful. But perhaps Wei Junmo is too strong in her consciousness, so she forgets to consider whether he can bear it.

Wei Junmo raised his hand and stroked her face with grinning in regret, saying, "I'm fine, don't worry."

"I heard that boy has been saved?" A familiar voice came from outside. Nangong Mo turned around and saw Dr. Shi following several doctors and apprentices. It was Dr. Shi who spoke. Seeing him, Yan Baihu looked a little bad. Although it was the battlefield practice that gave up the soldiers who were not easy to treat and rescue other soldiers who could cure were not much criticized. However, for a commander who cared for his subordinates, this behavior was not so easy to accept. There was also an idea that if the person lying here one day was himself, the person who simply gave up the patient would be even more disliked.

"Doctor Shi, the man has indeed been saved." Yan Baihu said dryly.

Dr. Shi showed a trace of disbelief on his face. When he saw Nangong Mo standing aside, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Madam Wei saved it, right? I want to see..." As he said that, he reached out to check the injured person. Nangong Mo stepped forward and blocked his wrist and said in a deep voice: "The injured person cannot move." This injury is really a bit troublesome. His chest and back are injured. Now people have to sit and bandage the wound. If someone moves, it may be involved in the wound.

Dr. Shi's face turned dark and he said unhappily: "Madam Wei, I am also a doctor."

Nangong Mo said calmly: "He is my patient now. Doctor Shi wants to see him and please wait until he wakes up before seeing him."

Dr. Shi's face looked ugly. The wounded man who was abandoned was rescued by Nangong Mo. Doesn't this mean that his medical skills are not as good as a woman?
Chapter completed!