palm surgery

Chapter 7 Sewn

He Yunchu and He Yunjia came over.

"Auntie, you really don't want her to be cured?"

"Ling Jiang is not happy, what can we do? Don't stay here, you two, go back first. When Ling Jiang wakes up, you can come to see her again."

When there is someone to accompany her, she is in a better mood, and she is willing to let the doctor come for diagnosis and treatment if she is not sure.

He Yunjia poked Yunchu's arm: "Sister, is the wound on He Lingjiang's forehead very deep? When she came back, she covered her face, and she didn't want to see anyone. Do you think she is..."

Song Shi turned back and glared at her: "Don't talk nonsense."

He Yunjia had to silently swallow the words "shattered".

"Ling Jiang just smashed his forehead. Dr. Sun's ointment has always worked well, and it will definitely not leave scars. As sisters, don't talk nonsense, let alone mention this in front of her to make her unhappy. ."

The Song reprimanded the two of them before letting them go back to their yard.

Although she said so, she was also worried that He Lingjiang refused to see people because of the wound on his head.

After returning to the room, Mrs. He called Madam Chen in: "Go and take out that jar of hibiscus paste and send it to Qi Niangzi."

Chen Hao said in shock: "Madam, isn't this what you left to San Niangzi?"

This hibiscus paste was bought by the master of the Song family at a high price when he was doing business in Yingdu from a well-known doctor.

I heard that the noble lords in the palace use it if they accidentally bump it.Not only can it heal scars, but it can also make the skin fairer.This is the secret recipe of the palace, and it has never been rumored.

The Song family has two daughters to be married, and the little lady's skin is delicate. The master of the Song family deliberately found a way to buy a few jars at a high price as a dowry for the daughters.Thinking that San Niangzi was going to get married this year, she also distributed a jar to the Song family.

Song Shi waved his sleeves: "Take it. Find something else for Yun Chu."

The little lady's family, if there are really scars on the body, it is really not beautiful.What's more, Qi Niangzi's face is said to be unparalleled in the whole Linchuan city, it would be a pity to leave a scar like that.

In He Lingjiang's courtyard, the maids were instructed to do their own work.

It was winter, and the grass and trees in the courtyard were inevitably scattered, but a red plum in the southeast corner was blooming just right, dispelling a bit of depression and chill.

Aman moved a small tumbler, propped his chin, and sat quietly in front of the door, watching the little maids chatting under the porch.

The people in the room had already taken off the clothes they had previously covered and sat in front of the dressing table.

The bronze mirror reflected her appearance, but she was only fourteen or fifteen years old, with a palm-sized face, eyebrows like a picture, and eyes like glaze.The complexion is a little too pale, but it looks like a crescent moon, like flowers and trees making snow, which is amazing and pity at the same time.

This is a very beautiful girl.

only--

This is not her face.

She raised her hand and took off the strip of cloth around her neck. There was a slender slit around her neck. The blood stains had solidified, and her flesh was slightly turned outward. Her mouth was open, and on her thin white neck, it was even more terrifying.

The fingertips lightly rubbed the wound, the incision was neither skewed nor slanted, just right to cut the throat.The wound is neither deep nor shallow, and it happens to make people die with a chill.

What happened to He Qi Niangzi was obviously not that simple.

Between the breaths, it seems that the breath is drilling out along the seam.

Such a little lady is no longer there.

She sighed, a small hissing sound from her slit throat.

She couldn't help frowning and wrapped the wound again, which made her feel a little better.

On the small table outside, there were still needles and threads that the maids had not finished. She got up and searched for something suitable.

A Man, who was standing outside the door, heard the movement in the house and couldn't help but ask, "Qi Niangzi, are you awake? Would you like something to eat?"

The room was silent for a moment before replying: "I want to take a bath, bring water in."

After Aman heard it, he immediately asked the maids to arrange it.She moved the tub into the house by herself, and brought hot water in.

The curtain on the bed has been lowered, and you can vaguely see the figure of the Seventh Lady.

The maids bowed their heads, put aside the bathing utensils and the change of clothes, and then withdrew with Aman.

When the door was closed and the room returned to silence, the people in the room got out of bed, washed themselves from top to bottom, and then changed into clean clothes.

The needles and threads she had found earlier were being placed on the bed by her.

The needle is an embroidery needle, and the thread is a multicolored thread.If the embroidered mother with extraordinary embroidery skills comes, she will definitely be able to embroider into a splendid picture.

However, the things to be embroidered at the moment are extraordinary.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, she pulled out a strand of silk thread and placed the needle in front of her, then took a deep breath and pinched the tactic in her hand.

This body is extremely weak, she woke up earlier, and only walked a few miles.

After a long time, a trace of true essence gathered in the body.

She couldn't help but feel relieved.Fortunately, this body, like hers, is a pure yin body, and it is much easier to practice mystic arts than ordinary people.In addition, in the matter of practice, I already have experience and comprehension. If I do it now, I will naturally get twice the result with half the effort.

She felt it carefully, and the breath of air condensed in her body led it to surround a big Zhoutian queen before returning it to her dantian.

A faint warm feeling came from the dantian, which made this icy body seem to have a hint of warmth.

She condensed her air, put her two fingers together, and drew a rune in the air while facing the needle and thread in front of her. She pushed her right palm slightly to attach the rune to it.Then he took the needle and thread and sat down in front of the dressing table again.

The bronze mirror was brought to the front of the dressing table by her, just facing the wound on her neck.

Those hands were smooth and delicate, without a trace of scars, the fingers were long and slender, and the nails were round and full.

At this time, he was following the knife's edge, opening a slit in the epidermis of the neck, and the light-white fingertips passed through the red flesh and blood, and finally touched the half-broken throat.

After a little fumbling, she picked up the needle and thread and began threading the needle in front of the mirror.

The girl tilted her head slightly, every stitch and thread, every thread and every thread, was very serious. If she looked like that, if she didn't know the truth, she would really think she was embroidering her favorite Ropa.

The experience of leaking air even when you take a breath is really uncomfortable. Even though the needle thread has been coagulated, she tries to make the needle as fine as possible.

Beyond the throat is the layer of skin on the neck, which she sewed up patiently one by one.

By the time it's all done, it's almost noon.

Looking at the wound three or four inches long, the stitches were fine and neat, even on the neck, she couldn't help but praise herself: "Good needle technique!"

Come to think of it, even the master who complained about his inability to do needlework would not be able to stab at it when he saw it, "You don't embroider with needles and thread, but with an iron pestle, right?"

It's just the location of the wound that's still scary.

Although the silk thread that has been applied has the power of coagulation, it only makes the wound stick together, and cannot make the wound on this body truly heal.

With a light touch with your fingertips, there is a slight ups and downs to the touch.

In order to avoid scaring others, she found a plain silk satin in the house, cut it two fingers wide, and wrapped it around her neck to completely cover the wound.

He Qi Niangzi's boudoir is fresh and elegant.There is also a "Linchuan Spring Dawn Picture" hanging on the wall, with a clear and elegant brush.

Willow tops are exposed in the dawn smoke, a canal water flows around the city, and the mandarin duck and white pheasant fly and perch.Several girls and children leaned against the rail and looked at the water pheasants.

The left side of the painting is inscribed with the words "Ginger Painting by He's Family in the Spring of Gengchen Years".

It's just that this girl named Ling Jiang can't wait for this spring day to come.

(End of this chapter)