Hearing these words, Wang Yu couldn't help but ask urgently, "What then? Is there a way to cure it?"
"Let's deal with it first and see!" Feng Jiu said, while taking out the thin blade and medicine from the space, saying, "The main thing is this virus that's infecting this wound, I have to study it to see what it is."
As Patriarch Wang watched her setting up the thin blade on the table as well as lighting a fire and having someone prepare fresh water, he asked, "Ghost Doctor, I can't feel this arm anymore." He sighed inwardly, he was afraid that his injury could not be cured even if she does surgery now.
