Gathered a group of people and started to make hemostatic powder using primitive methods.
Huh? Aesthetically pleasing, good-looking, convenient?
What's that?
With so many people in such a rush, who cares about that?
One of the doctors spat directly onto a wound and then slapped on the drug powder dissolved in water with a clean leaf, plastering it over a soldier's injury. The man's face contorted in pain, nearly screaming, until someone stuffed a shoe in his mouth, to prevent him from biting off his tongue.
The hemostatic powder concocted by these doctors was incredibly potent.
But its effectiveness was off the charts; the wound quickly stopped bleeding.
It's just that it was painful enough to make one faint.
Shi Dalin wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "Next, come over!"
"Don't run!"
