After removing his shirt, Ming Jiuge clearly judged that the wound on his abdomen was the most serious, his left arm was the second son, and the size of the wound on his body could be temporarily ignored.
Ming Jiuge took a pill and sent it into Mingluanfeng's mouth and said, "Re-sterilize and clean the scissors." After Xiao Beiyuan finished cutting his clothes, he paused when he heard this, and silently did what she said.
Ming Qingzhan has resisted not asking questions, but watched Ming Jiuge messing around with his relatives. He found that the extremely delicate knife in his sister's hand was as sharp as his own. At this moment, the sword is walking in the abdomen of Mingluan Peak, cold and dazzling.
Sure enough, the spleen was injured, but fortunately it was not serious, otherwise it would not be able to survive now.
Using the equipment to expand the wound to a sufficient field of view, Ming Jiuge skillfully began to pick up the needle and thread and start sewing and mending.
Ming Qingzhan believes that this is similar to embroidery. It's just that every time this thread is pulled out, it is red, and the upper part is still bloodshot.
Blood oozes out of the wound continuously, and Ming Jiuge can hardly see the injured part.
"Never suck blood away."
As she wished, Xiao Beiyuan threw out a few balls of white cloth, and the wound became clear again.
"Geer, can this work?" Ming Qingzhan wanted to move forward so that he could see it more closely.
Ming Jiuge frowned and couldn't help but shout: "Go behind!"
Ming Qingzhan was obedient, and then took two steps back, watching from a distance, changing positions from time to time, looking for the best position.
A thin layer of sweat leaked from Ming Jiuge's forehead, Xiao Beiyuan instinctively wiped it off, and then stared at the movements of her hands. After the war on the battlefield, such injuries abound. The only remedy for military doctors is to stop bleeding and add trauma medicine. As for the damage to the parts in the stomach, the body can only recover on its own.
This kind of combat attrition is almost more than direct death. Many people died not on the spot, but after a few days of treatment. In the past, it was always believed that the cause of such death was excessive injuries. In fact, this is the cause and not the real cause.
Xiao Beiyuan was extremely confident in Ming Jiuge's medical skills, even more confident than she herself. An hour later, Mingluanfeng's abdominal injury was dealt with, and the target turned to his left arm.
There was also a cut arrow embedded in the wound. I couldn’t see it before I cut off the clothes, now I take a closer look, Ming Jiu
Song feels that this is fatal.
The body of the arrow is very short, and I must have suffered a great deal when it was cut, because the tip of the arrow almost penetrates the entire arm, and it also involves blood vessels and nerves. If one is not handled well, let alone go back to the battlefield, it is the basic life Functions may not be guaranteed.
"Ge'er, why don't you do it?" Ming Jiuge kept staring at the wound and staring at his arm.
Ming Jiuge raised his head and squinted him, "How can I do it if I don't see clearly? That's not the equivalent of dying."
"Then how does my dad's arm fix it? How about I and my brother-in-law press him and you take the arrow out." Ming Jiuge was like an ant on a hot pot, anxiously anxious.
"Shut up!" While speaking, Ming Jiuge cast a look at Xiao Beiyuan. Xiao Beiyuan understood, and put his hands on the front and back of Mingluan Peak's arm wound. The singer of Ming Jiu held a special clip, applied evenly, the arrow slowly pulled out, and the blood also leaked out.
"Wipe off the blood stains." This can only be said to Ming Qingzhan, because only his hand is still free.
Ming Qingzhan pinched a ball of white cloth and carefully wiped the blood around the wound. The three of them cooperated and waited to take out the arrow completely. Ming Jiuge was sweating profusely, and the sweat on his forehead rolled down his cheeks.
She was nervous not because of her injuries, but because of her close relatives lying here. In the short time of taking the arrow, a thought flashed in her mind. If she moved her hand slightly to make Mingluanfeng's arm unable to move freely, it would be impossible for him to charge into battle in the future, which might not be a bad thing.
After removing the arrow, she hesitated again. She is a healer, and it is her duty to try her best to treat, not to mention this person here is her relative.
Under the attack of two different contradictory moods, Ming Jiu singer did not tremble, his eyes were sharp, and calmly ordered the two to pass instruments and suck the blood from the wound.
Ming Qingzhan only watched Ming Jiuge suture different places in the wound, and asked him several times, but Xiao Beiyuan stopped him with a look.
When the opening in the skin was finally sutured, Ming Qingzhan seemed to be more tired than the man who had the operation, Ming Jiuge, and he felt a little bit soft in his legs and a little trembling in his hands.
"Brother, Dad is okay, as long as you don't speak up, you will be fine soon.
"Ming Jiuge saw that Ming Qingzhe was not scared, but worried. Standing here for two hours, the people who were stitched up still did not respond at all, saying that they were not worried that it was fake.
"That's good."
"Go and rest, just have me and Brother Qing Zhan here." Xiao Beiyuan shook her hand, and the warm feeling passed through his body immediately.
She smiled, and her relatives were still lying here, so she could rest at ease. And the anesthesia period has not passed, she must stare here.
"Wait a minute, don't worry when Dad wakes up." Ming Jiuge is very confident in the amount of anesthetics. He feels that he will wake up half an hour after the operation is over.
"Ge'er, you lie there for a while, and I will guard." Ming Qingzhan had someone nail a simple bed with a door panel.
"It's all right." Ming Jiuge took out a pack of black pills from the bottom of the medicine box. There were only three of them. One was taken out and carefully sent to Mingluan Peak's mouth to hold it under the tongue.
Finally, she sterilized the surgical instruments, reinstalled them, and closed the medicine box.
At this time, the person lying in the ** suddenly waved his hands and kept chopping in the air. As long as the hands could touch the place, they would be hit by gravity. Only when a few people worked together did they subdue Mingluan Peak.
Ming Jiuge hurried over to check and discovered the unconscious behavior of the patient falling down and imprinting on his brain.
"It's okay, just wake up."
Several people feel that waiting for Mingluan Peak to wake up is longer than surgery. I don't know how long, the gangster moved, and then let out a faint gangbang, as if enduring great pain.
"Father, are you awake?" Ming Qingzhan excitedly held Mingluan Peak's hand.
"Be careful not to touch the wound." After being reminded, Ming Qingzhan realized that he was too agitated, and almost grasped the injured arm just now.
Ming Jiuge looked dangerous, and couldn’t help saying: “If you step back, Dad may also fall asleep directly. He is seriously overdrawn and has experienced a cruel battle. Both body and spirit are in a state of high tension. I can't wake up for a while."
"What's the matter?"
"Let him fall asleep, he will wake up naturally when he sleeps well."
Ming Qingzhan bent over and took a look, although his lips were still white, but there was also a little blood. He held his breath and listened to the breath again, evenly long and steady. It seems really okay.
(End of this chapter)