Although traditional Chinese medicine can treat internal injuries, sometimes external injuries are difficult to treat, so Qin Yuan's car is equipped with tools used by surgeons.

I took out a bag of tools from the car. All kinds of things that a surgeon can use are here.

Qin Yuan first used medicine to clean the woman's wounds, then checked the damage to some internal organs, and then carefully restored them.

Although the operation required absolute isolation, Qin Yuan's internal strength was the strongest means of isolation, so he opened up his internal strength and easily protected the woman.

After sewing up the woman's wounds, Qin Yuan used silver needles to treat her and carefully maintained her body with internal strength.

The woman's body seemed to have undergone some training, so although her breathing was weak, she survived.

Qin Yuan looked at the woman lying in the back seat and sighed: "We seem to have saved someone we shouldn't have saved."

"Why?" Lu Yao was a little surprised.

Qin Yuan smiled bitterly: "The injuries on this woman's body were caused by a warrior, and she is a strong person. Her strength may be equal to mine."

Lu Yao still didn't understand: "What does it matter? I'm not better than you!"

Qin Yuan shook his head: "But the problem is, at my level, I can kill such a woman who has obviously not practiced before, and even tear her abdomen with my fists.

And he didn’t let her die directly, but let the blood flow from the wound, and wanted her to die in pain, how much hatred is this?”

Lu Yao also became a little cautious, "Maybe, you just think too much. After all, she only has this wound, right?"

Qin Yuan sighed: "There are signs of tearing on her wounds, which shows that someone tortured her while she was still conscious after being injured."

Lu Yao felt that something was a bit tricky, and then looked at Qin Yuan dissatisfied: "Why has Mao never had any luck since he was with you?"

"Because you met me, all the luck in your life was exhausted." Qin Yuan replied calmly.

"..."

Lu Yao didn't want to talk, and used his internal energy to recover from his internal injuries.

The young man was waiting quietly on the side. He also wanted to guide the two of them to where to stay in the Ten Thousand Poison Palace, and then get a chance to survive.

Qin Yuan stared at the woman wholeheartedly. Even though he was proficient in medical skills, all he could do now was wait for the woman to identify her own character and survive the most critical moment.

No murder in this world is as troublesome as committing suicide.
Chapter completed!