Once those words were spoken, the people who had been clamoring a moment ago fell silent.
The broken leg looked truly ghastly, and none of them had the skill to heal such an injury.
Zhu Yu actually paid no attention to their chatter. When she focused on her work, the surrounding noise faded into a meaningless hum, regardless of how many people were speaking or what they were saying.
The injured person had been affected by the confusing smoke, fallen, and lost blood. Though he was unconscious, Zhu Yu prudently instructed the talisman to bind his hands and good leg to prevent him from waking suddenly, which might cause him to struggle wildly and ruin everything. It could even be life-threatening.
After securing the patient, Zhu Yu washed the bloody wound with heated liquor, cleaned away the excess flesh, carefully aligned the broken leg bone, and used silk thread to sew together the external muscles torn apart by the fall.
