Putting down the disinfectant spray, she turned to look in the direction where Hu Feng was sitting, but was blocked by a tall body like a wall. This guy didn't know when she slipped behind her.
Hu Feng endured it for a long time. After seeing her, he turned his head back and hurriedly pointed to the spray she had just put down and asked, "What is this?"
This is a small white bottle with a small round head on the top of the bottle. Every time she presses it with her fingers, a cloud of water will be sprayed out. This water vapor has a very strange smell, and every time she sprays it on Meng Nan’s When the wound is on, he will scream.
Bai Zhi turned his head immediately, "a disinfectant for wound cleaning."
"Where did it come from?" he asked again.
"My stuff."
"I ask you where this thing comes from."
She injected procaine into part of Meng Nan’s wound. The movements were very skillful. In the eyes of Meng Nan and Hu Feng, it was incredible. The white water was injected into the human body through a thick needle. inside
Meng Nan was very nervous, and finally understood the first half of her previous paragraph, why he should keep him a secret about the treatment process today.
This is incredible!
Bai Zhi never looked at Hu Feng, but still did not forget to answer his question: "You don't care where this comes from, you have the right to ask, and I have the right not to answer, Hu Feng, Meng Nan, you just have to remember, My Bai Zhi is not a bad person, and it does not hurt your heart. Although these things of mine seem strange to you, they are good medicines for curing diseases and saving lives."
She took things out of the cloth bag again, suture needles, suture thread, tweezers, scissors. . . .
After she wiped the things with disinfectant wipes, they neatly placed them on the disinfectant wipes on the bedside cabinet for easy access.
There is no nurse here to help, everything is up to her.
Meng Nan looked at the hook-like stitches, and her voice trembled with fright: "What, what is this?"
Bai Zhi didn't make a sound, but saw her put a black silk thread on the needle. He looked down at his wound, and his heart trembled: "You don't want to use this to embroider on me, do you?"
Bai Zhi glared at him angrily: "I don't know how to embroider. Your hand muscle is broken. You must sew the fracture without stitches. What kind of sewing do you need?"
Seeing Meng Nan's face turned pale, she smiled and said, "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt."
"It doesn't hurt? Such a thick needle, such a thick thread, how can it not hurt?" While talking, Bai Zhi had already put the needle, and the sharp needle passed through the flesh, and he could even feel the long silk thread in his Pulling inside the meat, it's strange that he didn't really hurt at all, that piece of meat seemed to be a piece of dead meat. . .
Hu Feng raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that Meng Nan would be able to hold back the call. The call just now never stopped. This would seem to be very painful and painful stitching. How could he hold back the call
Bai Zhi's movements are very proficient, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that she is definitely not the first time she has done such a thing, as if she has done it thousands of times.
The stitching is over quickly, and after the hand tendons are stitched, the surface wound is also quickly stitched up, as simple as reattaching a broken pocket.
Bai Zhi cut the thread and got up to pack things.
Hu Fengchao never said a word, Meng Nan asked, "Doesn't it hurt?"
Meng Nan shook his head: "It doesn't hurt, and I don't know what's going on. I can obviously feel the thread pulling in my flesh, but it really doesn't hurt at all."