The master and apprentice cooperated seamlessly. After stitching the wound and applying a high-quality spiritual medicine, the bleeding stopped and a scab formed at a visible speed.
"Master, the surgery was a success."
Mo Canglan bandaged the wound, looking at his masterpiece with indescribable joy.
"Mm."
Lin Qingluo smiled and nodded, washing her hands with clean water and using a cleaning spell to remove all blood stains.
"The local anesthesia works quickly and effectively, not only saving the use of anesthetics, but also greatly reducing the pain of the injured ..."
Overcome with excitement, Mo Canglan unconsciously took out his notebook again, recording the steps of the surgery in detail.
"Brother Lan, you can tell Valley Master Mo about this method of local anesthesia."
Lin Qingluo's eyes twinkled with a smile, "Let more Relief Medical Hall doctors learn this method to benefit all people."
"Really? Can I tell my father?"