Kill the heroine at the beginning, and the little apprentice sister will take away the luck

As soon as he picked up the knife, Wan Yu's temperament changed instantly, and he fell into a state of selflessness.

He did not rush to cut the flesh, but first reached out and touched the entire arm. After having a preliminary understanding of some large bones, he took out a powdered hemostatic drug.

This kind of hemostatic medicine is rarely used in the world of immortal cultivation. Most people use oral hemostatic pills.

However, the hemostatic pill stops bleeding too quickly and is not suitable for use during surgery. Therefore, Wan Yu specially made this hemostatic powder which is similar to the golden wound medicine in the mortal world.

After everything was ready, Wan Yu took a deep breath and brought down the scimitar steadily, accurately and ruthlessly.

Blood gushed out instantly, and the first knife inevitably went astray.

It happened to hit an artery on the arm, and blood spurted out. Wan Yu remained calm and pressed an acupuncture point to stop the bleeding. He did not stop, but wiped the blood off his face and slashed again.

He had already prepared himself for the possibility that the first person he operated on would not survive. In order to reduce the number of people who died under his knife, he decided to dissect the entire arm of the first person while the skin and flesh were still stiff.

Leng Zhuxin stood aside and watched. The bloody scene did not frighten her.

Time passed by minute by minute, and half an hour later, Wan Yu finally studied the arteries, tendons and bones of the entire arm thoroughly.

At this time, his hands were covered with blood, and the robe he was wearing was also covered with bloodstains of varying depths.

Still holding the bloody knife in his hand, he raised his head and smiled at Leng Zhuxin, "Most of them are dead, the next one shouldn't die.

But human cultivators are different from demon beasts, so I need someone to help me."

Leng Zhuxin fully understood that an assistant was needed during the operation. Since Wan Yu didn't want others to know his true identity, the assistant could only be Leng Zhuxin.

Wan Yu casually threw the lifeless corpse off the table and used a cleaning spell to clean the bloody table and knife. "What you need to do is not difficult. Just remember the names of my knives and the difference between these two needles.

In addition, in order to save the lives of those women, it is necessary to press their hemostatic points immediately and observe their conditions at all times to prevent them from losing too much blood.

This is not difficult, just follow me and try it a few times.

The stitching after removing the saltworms is similar to sewing clothes. You know how to thread a needle, right? "

Wan Yu took out a very thin catgut and a surgical needle from a small bag, and passed one end of the catgut through the eye of the needle to demonstrate to Leng Zhuxin.

After Leng Zhuxin nodded, he took the catgut out of the eye of the needle and said, "I will call you when I need to sew it up. You must quickly hand me the curved needle with the catgut threaded on it.

If it's ok, let's try it once?"

Wan Yu's eyes were full of eagerness. Without waiting for Leng Zhuxin to answer, he threw the second person onto the table.

This time the cut was indeed steadier than the first time. The scalpel in Wan Yu's hand seemed to have life, avoiding the arteries that could kill, and the meridians and bones that could cause disability.

Knowing that the salt worms would crawl on the tendons and veins when introduced into the forearm, Wan Yu changed to a thinner scalpel, wrapped the knife with wind spiritual power, and quickly cut off a layer of flesh and blood on the tendons and veins.

The layer of flesh that was cut off was extremely thin, and the force and angle were controlled just right. Any further would have injured the tendons and veins.

After trying this several times, Wan Yu shouted "Sew it up" and Leng Zhuxin hurriedly handed him a curved needle with catgut threaded on it.

Wan Yu's hands flew, and he used tweezers to pull the small curved needle through the skin and flesh, bit by bit sewing up the arm that had been cut.

Finally, he cut the catgut short, took the hemostatic powder beside him and poured it upwards. After cleaning the blood on his arm, the suture marks were revealed.

Each stitch is of the same length and looks very neat.

This stunned those who were imprisoned in the cellar. They thought that the person lying on the table would definitely not survive.

But the chest rising and falling with breathing told them that the person was still alive.

……

In modern times, we still have to worry about issues like post-operative recovery, but this is the world of cultivating immortals. As long as the wound is sutured and hemostatic powder is sprinkled on it, it will heal quickly. There is no need to worry about a big crack in the arm or becoming disabled.

Wan Yu looked at the person still lying on the table with some joy, and his movements were much gentler than the first one.

Looking at the stitched wound on the arm of the person at the table as if he were looking at a work of art he had created, he couldn't help but ask Leng Zhuxin: "Fellow Daoist Leng, can I use them as my experimental subjects?

Not just the arms, but the chest, head, torso and legs.”

If others heard what Wan Yu said, they would probably treat him as an evil cultivator. After saying this, he even broke out in a sweat.

The hand holding the knife turned pale with nervousness.

I thought Leng Zhuxin would refuse, but I didn't expect Leng Zhuxin to agree without any hesitation.

Leng Zhuxin was not a completely kind person. She treated those beasts who had harmed those women as dead. She did not kill them now just to let them experience the pain of those women.

Instead of letting them die in vain, it would be better to give them to Wan Yu. If used well, it might even benefit the world of immortal cultivation.

It's just not used well. If Wan Yu understood the structure of the human body, he would not be like in the original plot, where he went astray because of his obsession and captured monks to secretly dissect them.

Wan Yu didn't expect Leng Zhuxin to agree so readily. He was stunned in disbelief, but after he came to his senses, he immediately felt ecstasy.

I immediately raised my hand and swore, "Heaven be upon you. I, Wan Yu of the Wan Dao Sect, swear an inner demon oath today. What I saw in the cellar will never be shared with anyone else. If any trouble arises from this matter, I will bear it alone and will not implicate Fellow Daoist Leng in the slightest. If you break this oath, I will never be promoted, and my inner demon will haunt me and I will never be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation!"

Wan Yu made the inner demon oath without any hesitation, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Leng Zhuxin also changed. It was no longer admiration, but a feeling of being trusted and recognized.

Leng Zhuxin was also caught off guard, and her opinion of Wan Yu changed further.

The two tried several more times and only got out of the cellar after failing.

When coming out, Leng Zhuxin taught Wan Yu how to activate the teleportation array in the cellar, so that Wan Yu could come in and practice dissection in the future.

When the two came out of the well, it was already dawn. There were some bloodstains on Wan Yu's clothes, and his already pale face looked even paler due to the tense atmosphere all night.

After stretching out his hand and performing a hand gesture to remove the bloody smell from his body, Wan Yu did not rush back to the inn, but asked Leng Zhuxin if there was any empty room in the courtyard where he could live.

He didn't want to waste time and wanted to do everything he wanted to do before entering the Flame Cloud Realm.

The courtyard that Su Fanzhen rented was not big to begin with, and the rooms were already full. Gu Wangchen, Jiang Baimo and the others were still squeezed into one room with three people, and if Wan Yu was included, there would be four people in total.

Leng Zhuxin was feeling a little embarrassed when she heard Wan Yu's voice again.

"If there's no vacant room, that's fine. I can stay in this courtyard or at the bottom of the well for a few days."

Wan Yu turned his head and looked around the small yard. He set his eyes on the spot under the dead persimmon tree in the corner. He rummaged in his storage space and took out a tent.