Sure enough, it was a wounded person. There was a knife wound on his chest and it was dyed red by blood. Without much thought, Huang Medicine Master bent down to help him point out his acupoints and stop the bleeding. He saw a person who was still alive, about thirty years old. From his body muscles, he didn't seem to be a martial arts practitioner. Huang Medicine Master helped him up and gently took off his soaked clothes. His wound was bleeding again. "Ah..." The person cried out in pain and gasped, "Save me, save me, it's very painful..." Huang Medicine Master could hear that it was a northern accent. He couldn't understand. Could it be that there was a gold man here too?
At this time, Heng'er boldly walked over from the body. She said to Huang Drugri, "How is it? Is there any help lef
