Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

"Ziping, bring me my medicine box. Wash your hands and help. Young Master Ye told your men to spread out; surrounding him like this isn't good for air circulation." Yang Jianwu gave the order while deftly tying up all her hair and securing all her sleeves with ribbons, revealing a section of her fair wrist. She pretended to take a handkerchief from the medicine box to wipe her hands, but in reality, she was washing them with the special water from her spatial storage.

While Zi Ping was retrieving the surgical instruments, Yang Jianwu had already torn Jing Nan's shirt off with a few quick rips. Ye Ning frowned, wondering if it was necessary to tear off the entire outer garment to treat a shoulder injury.

When he saw Jing Nan's arm, which had turned black, he immediately became nervous. The poison was spreading so fast that his arm had turned black like this... Could it be... Jing Nan, you must not be in any danger.

Looking at Jing Nan's condition, Yang Jianwu had a plan in mind. He needed to be detoxified, and then he would need surgery and stitches. The procedure was so difficult. Would it be possible to get more medical points?

Two years ago, Yang Jianwu helped a young man with a broken leg set. The situation was urgent, and the surgery had to be performed on the spot. Coincidentally, a passing ghost doctor saw this and insisted on becoming her apprentice. She was just a teenage girl; she must be crazy to take an old man as her apprentice.

Unable to resist the persistent charm of the Ghost Doctor, the two became close friends despite their age difference. The Ghost Doctor frequently sought Yang Jianwu's advice on surgical procedures, while Yang Jianwu also learned a great deal about medicine and toxicology from him. To the outside world, they only knew that the Ghost Doctor had a mysterious young apprentice, and no one had ever seen his true face.

After the young man's leg healed, the space notified him that he had gained fifty medical points. Surgery could resolve traumatic injuries much faster than traditional Chinese medicine. However, opportunities for surgery were limited. In this world, apart from the Ghost Doctor, anyone who performed surgery would be considered a murderer... Therefore, in most cases, Yang Jianwu would still choose traditional Chinese medicine treatment.

Jingnan's current condition necessitates surgery; otherwise, even if he survives, his arm will be ruined.

Only a fool would tell others that she volunteered because she could potentially earn a lot of medical points. She's a kind-hearted fairy who sees money as dirt, hehe.

A muffled groan snapped Yang Jianwu out of her reverie and back into focus in an instant.

She instructed Mu Jin to give him two blood-nourishing pills and one modified anesthetic pill, comforting Jing Nan, "You'll be fine after a nap." Yang Jianwu's words seemed to have a magical quality; Jing Nan felt his eyelids grow heavy and gradually fell asleep. Once the anesthesia took effect, they began treating the wound.

In the Yunhai Continent, there is no anesthetic powder, and many people have only heard of acupuncture. No one knows that Jing Nan fell asleep because of anesthesia; they all thought he had fainted from the pain.

A simple incision was made to clean the wound and cut open the flesh. The shape of the hidden weapon was scanned by the control panel and the incision was made. In a few strokes, the complete hidden weapon was removed with tweezers and placed on a tray.

He then took out the gold needles from his waist and began to apply acupuncture. He inserted gold needles from his chest to his fingertips. He flicked the end of the gold needle with his index finger, which made a "buzzing" sound. One gold needle after another made a sound, and finally formed a three-dimensional needle array.

Jing Nan's wound gushed out a lot of black blood, and the black parts on his body were gradually returning to normal. "Mu Jin, clean the poisonous blood."

"Yes."

The black blood gradually turned red, until red blood flowed out. Only then did Yang Jianwu wave her hand over the golden needles, and all the needles stopped humming. The flowing blood also suddenly slowed down and gradually stopped.

Next, a bottle of hydrogen peroxide was poured onto Jingnan's wound, and extensive cleaning began. As soon as the water touched the skin, numerous small bubbles appeared, making everyone's scalp tingle. After rinsing with saline solution, the wound was stitched up with needle and thread.

The stitches were sewn into the skin, and the surface looked very smooth. Ye Ning began to have some guesses about Yang Jianwu's identity.

The first-aid kit usually only contains two bottles of saline solution. Jingnan's condition also requires intravenous drips, so it is essential to inject anti-inflammatory drugs to prevent infection. It has probably been half a day since they last ate, so glucose and vitamins are also indispensable.

Yang Jianwu used a medicine box as a cover, picking up and dropping medicine bottles in her hands as if she were preparing medicine, while her divine sense had already entered the space and quickly prepared the medicine.

Ye Ning watched as Yang Jianwu inserted the needle into Jing Nan's vein, the clear liquid in the bottle flowing into his body through the tube. Having once seen a tube of similar material in the hands of the Ghost Doctor, Ye Ning was now certain that Yang Jianwu was the Ghost Doctor's disciple. Although he had a slight homosexual tendency, his medical skills were still acceptable.

After everything was finished, Yang Jianwu was too tired to move and lazily walked towards her tidied-up little nest. She asked Mu Jin to clean up the mess, and worried that Ye Ning's men might not have handled this kind of situation before. She also instructed several people to take turns watching over Jing Nan, changing his medicine bottle in a timely manner, and to wake him up if he developed a fever. Only then did she feel at ease enough to go to sleep.

Seeing that her mistress was asleep, Qingdai glanced at the chicken leg in her hand, swallowed hard, and silently wrapped it in oil paper and put it into her sleeve.

Upon receiving their young mistress's orders, the group naturally took them seriously, changing shifts every half hour, with Ye Ning's guards also taking turns accompanying her.

In the quiet night, the occasional crackling sound from the fire stood out, especially in the darkness. Also prominent was the rumbling of a certain girl's stomach.

To eat more beggar's chicken, Qingdai only ate a small bowl of instant noodles for dinner. Now that it was her turn to watch over Jingnan, her stomach started rumbling loudly; she was so hungry. Hongyun, who was keeping watch with her, glanced at her, silently turned his head, and walked away, pretending not to hear.

Qingdai had heard Yang Jianwu mention before that fever after an injury is usually caused by inflammation of the wound. She thought that her young mistress had treated the wound so carefully that the possibility of a fever was unlikely.

Quietly moving to the fire, she took out a chicken leg wrapped in oil paper and heated it over the fire, taking a deep sniff. "It smells so good, Miss's cooking is excellent."

After heating up the chicken leg, he returned to Jingnan's side and took a bite of the chicken leg meat, nodding excitedly, "Mmm~ Mmm~ Delicious."

Jing Nan woke up groggily and saw a little girl in a green dress with greasy mouth happily gnawing on a chicken leg, looking like she was enjoying it very much.

As his memories slowly returned, they recalled being ambushed after leaving the inn in the afternoon. During the fight, someone threw a hidden weapon at Ye Ning's back. He instinctively tried to intercept it, but he was too fast and couldn't stop it, instead using his body to block the attack. He vaguely remembered that the hidden weapon was poisoned, and then he fell unconscious. Having not eaten for so long, the smell of roasted chicken made him feel incredibly hungry.

Qingdai sensed someone watching her, looked around, and met Jingnan's hazy, dreamy eyes. Uh… being caught sneaking a bite was so embarrassing. Should she drag him into it? She chewed a few times, swallowed the meat in her mouth, and handed the half-eaten chicken leg to Jingnan. "Want some chicken leg?"

Whose girl is this? How come she's so...

"Master, Young Master Nan has woken up." Hongyun excitedly reported to Ye Ning upon hearing the noise.

Ye Ning quickly came over and asked, "How are you feeling?"

Because painkillers are not conducive to wound healing, Yang Jianwu did not give Jingnan painkillers. Only the person experiencing the pain can understand the discomfort of anesthetized wounds.

"It's alright, I'm sorry to have worried you," Jing Nan replied weakly, enduring the pain.