"Can't you see how much blood he's losing? Are you trying to make him bleed out faster and die?"
Su Ye looked at the young girl, one eyebrow raised.
"Step aside. I'll save him."
As she spoke, Su Ye pulled open Helian Ting's clothes, tore his inner shirt, and used the fabric to wipe away the various hemostatic powders that had been smeared on his body.
The young girl's crying stopped, and she shouted angrily,
"What are you doing?!"
Su Ye kept her head down, continuing to wipe the powders off his body as she said,
"He's unconscious not just from blood loss, but also because he's been poisoned.
Your hemostatic powder will only hasten his death."
The young girl froze.
"P-Poisoned? How is that possible? He's not showing any signs of poisoning."
The others clearly agreed with the young girl, but seeing Su Ye's professional demeanor, none of them dared to speak up.
After all, they weren't Medicine Masters and didn't understand these things.
