Ji Nuan nodded, "Hurry and apply the ointment, otherwise it will get more severe."
The Python Priest gratefully glanced at Ji Nuan and carefully opened the lid of the small wooden box, using the small wooden spatula that Ji Nuan had just handed him to pick some ointment and evenly spread it on Mang Gu's wound.
He was extremely careful, fearing that he might hurt Mang Gu, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat due to excessive tension.
Ji Nuan looked at him silently and couldn't help but remind, "Python Priest, Mang Gu has just taken my medicine powder and can't feel anything right now. You can just apply the ointment directly."
Hearing this, the Python Priest was startled, then he sighed in relief and continued to apply the medicine with confidence.
