Next, Liu Yun and Bai Xiao continued to cooperate and quickly stitched and treated the other wounded. Because there was no anesthetic, Bai Xiao's acupuncture was almost a universally effective miracle cure, and Liu Yun's movements became even more skilled; the two of them coordinated more and more seamlessly.
However, there was nothing they could do about An Zhiyuan's amputation; they could only suture and dress it, but reattaching the severed leg was impossible. First, the leg had been blown to who knows where, and secondly, Bai Xiao absolutely could not regenerate someone's leg at this time.
That would truly be a death wish.
The injuries of the remaining wounded were not so severe, merely requiring disinfection and stitching. About twenty or thirty wounded were quickly taken care of.
It had already gotten dark.
The sporadic sounds of gunfire silenced everyone.
This was a farewell between life and death.
