In the dark night, excitement and joy flickered in Yun Sheng's eyes.
An unintended action by Little Black triggered her inspiration, reminding her of the last ingredient needed for her Hemostatic Agent.
Overjoyed, she picked up Little Black, not even bothering to head home, and hurried towards the Magic Temple.
The Magic Temple sometimes had patients at night, so its doors were never closed after dark.
By this time, Great Mage Yang should have gone to sleep.
Yun Sheng returned to the pharmacy, dimmed the Pine Oil Lamp, took out the Hemostatic Agent base she had ground earlier, and carefully added the dew she had collected from the Medicine Field into the mixture.
The medicinal herb system of Wuji Continent venerates the power of nature; sometimes a drop of water or a leaf can have unexpected effects.
After adding the dew into the base, the color of the Hemostatic Agent subtly changed, emitting a scent almost identical to what Yun Sheng had seen in the pharmacy earlier.
"Success," whispered Yun Sheng softly.
However, she immediately realized a problem.
The Hemostatic Agent was successful, but who could she test it on?
According to Yun Sheng's medical knowledge, which incorporates both Eastern and Western elements, a new medicine must go through clinical trials before it can truly be used on people.
In the village, only hunters who go up the mountain to hunt might use the Hemostatic Agent, but due to its high price, most hunters are reluctant to use it, preferring free treatments from the Magician of the Magic Temple or using traditional methods with Blood Stopping Flowers.
Thus, no one in Banana Leaf Village had actually seen the real effectiveness of the Blood Stopping Flower, nor knew whether the Hemostatic Agent Yun Sheng used was indeed successful.
"Should I go to town to find a professional Martial Artist for testing?" Yun Sheng wondered.
While she was troubled, a dull sound of something heavy hitting the ground echoed from the courtyard.
Could it be that someone was actually seeking treatment at this hour?
Yun Sheng had sneaked into the Magic Temple and if she was discovered by the eccentric Great Mage Yang, it would be troublesome.
Yun Sheng quickly blew out the Pine Oil Lamp and held her breath, tiptoeing to the door.
The courtyard had returned to calm.
Little Black in Yun Sheng's arms suddenly barked towards the outside, and Yun Sheng quickly covered its mouth and nose.
"Keep it down, we're sneaking around like thieves," Yun Sheng said annoyedly.
Little Black whimpered wrongly, then softly barked twice.
At that moment, Yun Sheng also smelled a faint odor.
That smell was peculiar and seemed mixed with the scent of blood.
"Poison," Yun Sheng became alert. Someone had been poisoned.
She opened the slightly ajar door and found a black figure sprawled on the ground in the courtyard.
Ye Beiming!
Yun Sheng recognized at a glance the still figure in the dark, it was Ye Beiming who she had not seen for many days.
Yun Sheng hurried forward, intending to turn Ye Beiming over.
Just as she approached, a chilling flash of a sword passed by, and Ye Beiming arched up. He held his lower abdomen with his left hand, fingertips continuously oozing Black Blood, and held a sword in his hand.
As alert as he was, even though his consciousness was unclear, his body still maintained its guard; the slightest approach from someone would reflexively trigger a counterattack.
"That Night guy, seriously terrifying, scares people to death," Yun Sheng lowered her voice and cursed fiercely.
Upon hearing Yun Sheng's frantic voice, Ye Beiming's body suddenly trembled, his sword dropped, and a wry smile appeared on his face, "Little Wildcat, it's you."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than he collapsed to the ground.
He was gravely injured; his clothes were completely soaked with blood. It was a wonder how he managed to make it to the Magic Temple on sheer willpower.
Considering the pharmacy was too exposed, Yun Sheng teamed up with Little Black to half-drag, half-pull him back to Ye Beiming's own room.
Ye Beiming's room was very simple, besides a few books, there was only a bed and a table with a water jug.
Yun Sheng lit the oil lamp and took out various medical tools she carried on her person.
Under the lamplight, Ye Beiming's face was already full of poison, and his lips had turned black.
The worst injury was on his waist; it seemed he was attacked by a demon beast with potent venom.
Wasn't he supposed to be on a trial? It looked more like he went on a suicide mission.
Yun Sheng muttered a curse, took out a scalpel, and cut open his blood-soaked clothes.
Ye Beiming winced with pain, yet he stubbornly did not make a sound.
"Stubborn as a dying duck, let's see how long you can hold," Yun Sheng glanced at the wound, decided to scrape off the necrotic tissue first, and then draw out the toxin.
With a bad thought, she contemplated not using any anesthetic on him, serving him right to suffer the pain.
Though these were only thoughts, excessive pain could sometimes bring adverse consequences.
Yun Sheng pulled out an acupuncture needle dipped in Mandela Juice, piercing several vital points just below Ye Beiming's abdomen. The anesthetic quickly took effect, helping both alleviate the pain and slow the bleeding from the wound.
Yun Sheng quickly cut away the necrotic muscle from Ye Beiming's wound with the scalpel.
After clearing most of the rotten flesh, fresh, red muscle finally appeared on Ye Beiming's wound.
"Next, it's time to remove the poisoned blood," Yun Sheng bent down, sucking the black blood from Ye Beiming, improving his condition significantly once the black blood was all cleaned up.
She had just sucked a bit when she felt a cold chill on her neck and looked up to find Ye Beiming had already woken up.
His complexion was much better than before. Just now, he had felt a tingling, strange sensation on the severely injured part of his abdomen.
Feeling very heavy eyelids and exerting much effort, a faint fragrance came from beneath him, and he quickly realized that Yun Sheng was leaning over him.
Ye Beiming was a few years older than Yun Sheng and, due to his background, knew far more about matters between men and women than most.
Just as Yun Sheng raised her head, even though he could not see her face, an image formed in Ye Beiming's mind.
"You! Have you lost your mind? The wound is poisonous," Ye Beiming was at a loss for what to do.
Tsk, indeed a demon-level physique, the Mandela anesthetic that could knock out a cow only lasted a half hour on him.
Yun Sheng cursed inwardly, none too kindly said, "The poison spreads through the blood, it won't kill," and she bent down to continue sucking a few more mouthfuls of poisoned blood from Ye Beiming.
Blood-borne transmission, what is that?
Ye Beiming was puzzled and didn't quite understand what Yun Sheng was talking about.
After all the blood was sucked clean, Yun Sheng took out a newly developed Hemostatic Agent, pouring most of the bottle on Ye Beiming.
"Alright, for the next few days, avoid water, spicy food, and don't engage in any martial activities. Stay calm and cool, and cook some anti-inflammatory medicinal herbs, and that should do," Yun Sheng yawned, peeking outside, it was already past the third watch. If she didn't go back now, Yun Canghai might come looking.
Ye Beiming looked down at the nearly perfect bandaging on his body, his expression strange. He was just about to ask something when his expression suddenly changed. He stretched out his arm, pulled Yun Sheng up onto the bed, flipped the blanket, and pressed her down under him.