Fizz! The spurting blood made noise in the flame. It gave off a unique stank like a fish rotting in summer.
"Thank you, Brother," the man in black said.
"Thankfully, I came in time, or you would have died there," the man in the long coat said. "You have only been practicing for a short time. The medicine is in your skin and muscles, but you haven't practiced the viscera and marrow. Let me help you."
The injured young man untied his clothes, revealing his upper body. By the fire, it was faintly visible that his skin was strangely blue and black. There were some scars in many places like it had been scalded with boiling water. There were also many bleeding wounds on his chest and abdomen. The blood flowed slowly.
The man in the long coat took out a small round medicine box and opened it. It held a dark-green ointment. He dug out a little and wiped it on the other man's wounds.
