The daily life of the science master's book-wearing group

Chapter 139 Wound Sutures
The sound of horseshoes outside the car is still kicking, the sky is getting late, the sunset spreads half of the sky, the last glow of the setting sun falls, the river in midsummer is yellow, and the broken bridge spans the dry and narrow river alone. On the barren ground lay the remains of a puppy...

When they arrived at the Daningwei barracks, it was already time to light the lanterns. Hearing that Young Master Xi was not in good condition, Meng Wanfeng immediately went to look for him.

"I'll be with you." Song Qingyue led a doctor surnamed Fan out of the convoy, and followed with a box of medical equipment made in King Su's secret base.

Doctor Su had been doing the suturing of the wound for a long time. They even made anesthesia, but they just suffered from the lack of effective anti-inflammatory drugs.

In any case, the golden sore medicine of traditional Chinese medicine has limited effect.

At this time, Li Wei had a high fever and had fallen into a coma. He couldn't even drink the medicine, and the people around him were in a hurry.

After Dr. Fan cut open his clothes, he found that he had been shot in the shoulder, arm, chest, and abdomen. In total, he had been shot six times!
Meng Wanfeng immediately administered needles to reduce his fever, and she had no choice but to wait for him to wake up by himself.

Song Qingyue stood behind them, silently recalling that the book said that the hero Li Zhen had been in a coma for a few days?

five days?

Or seven days?

In short, she remembered that in the ending of the novel, the male protagonist was not treated well due to many injuries when he was young. At the age of 37, he was not in good health. Meng Wanfeng wandered around.

He was seriously ill several times during the period, but Meng Wanfeng used his superb medical skills to pull him back from life and death, but he only lived for four more years, and he died on the day of his 41st birthday.

The following content is about how Meng Wanfeng, as the empress dowager, assists her son.

Song Qingyue still remembered that when she saw the chapter where the male lead passed away, she was so miserable that she didn't sleep well for several nights, thinking how could there be such a cruel author!What about the promised long life, and the agreed pet text?How did it become a heroine? !
Anyway, this time she brought a doctor from Su Wang's side who specializes in trauma.

In this life, can Li Zhen live longer?

Here, Dr. Fan ordered his medicine boy to go outside to boil water, took out a set of equipment made of fine steel from the box, first steamed it for a cup of tea, then washed his hands with alcohol, and skillfully distilled it Wash the wound with light saline, and then rinse the wound again with alcohol.

Then use a small knife similar to a modern scalpel to cut open the muscle tissue, take out the bullet, check the depth of the wound to see if the internal organs are injured, remove the suppurative tissue with slender scissors, and then use slender steel forceps according to the depth of the wound , pinched the silver needle in the shape of a hook, and sutured the wound with mulberry leather thread that was boiled in advance and soaked in alcohol.

After suturing, he asked the guards around Li Yu to scrub the young master's wound with alcohol every half an hour, and then apply the special golden sore medicine after three hours.

After all this was done, that doctor Fan went to another military tent with the medical kit. Both Li Zhao and Li Wei's personal guards were shot, but Li Zhao's personal guards were all wearing leather armor that day, and their injuries were as serious as ever. It is lighter than Li Zhen's personal guard.

However, Dr. Fan still gave priority to helping Li Zhao's personal guards deal with the wounds, and then helped Li Zhao's personal guards, so that the guards of Prince Jing's mansion looked at Dr. Fan with noses that were not noses, and eyes that were not eyes.

Only Li Zhao, because he wore the bulletproof vest Song Qingyue gave him under his chain mail, didn't even have bruises after being shot, and his arm was scratched by the flying marbles, so he didn't need stitches. Just rub some medicated oil on it.

At this moment, Li Zhao ran back to his own tent excitedly after having a meeting with the generals in the big tent of the Chinese army, only to see that the room was empty.

"What about people?!"

He glanced at Lin Wanfu. Lin Wanfu felt that the sweat was dripping from his forehead. He subconsciously took half a step back, and said cautiously, "Shizi Concubine and Miss Meng are going to the son's side. Is it with me?" Together with Dr. Fan, they said yes..."

Before Eunuch Xiao Lin finished speaking, Li Zhao's face darkened, his expression distorted for a moment, and Eunuch Xiao Lin took another half step back in fright.

Fortunately, Li Zhao lost control for only a moment. Seeing that Lin Wanfu was so frightened, he knew that he had lost his composure just now. He let out a foul breath, slowed down his tone, and asked, "Miss Meng? Meng Wanfeng?"

"Yes, the concubine said that she wants to see Doctor Fan's medical skills." Lin Wanfu finally found the correct way to report this time, and glanced at the little Eunuch Qin behind him, who hurriedly served a cup of warm tea .

After receiving the tea, Li Zhao lowered his eyelids, slowly stroking the warm white porcelain teacup in his hand.

He actually knew Song Qingyue's temperament, she was interested in those unusual things since she was a child, and he also knew that she was probably just watching Dr. Fan's treatment methods, not caring about Li Wei.

But he just couldn't suppress the fire in his heart, and it continued to burn more and more.

Knowing that it was a pot of dry vinegar, Li Zhao did it too.

After watching Dr. Fan's exquisite and skilled techniques, Song Qingyue was filled with emotion. It turns out that the surgical technology of this era has already developed to this point, so why didn't it continue to develop?

I thought that the content of surgery in traditional Chinese medicine was blank, but just now Dr. Fan said that the earliest suture technique of skin and flesh began in the Sui and Tang Dynasties.

She walked towards Li Zhao's tent with her hands behind her back. Lin Wanfu, who was guarding outside the tent, saw the ancestor, and hurriedly greeted him with a smile, bowing and saying, "Your Highness is here, Your Highness is waiting." I'm looking at you."

He lifted the curtain and let her in.

Song Qingyue stepped in with one foot, and before she got in, she caught a glimpse of the broken porcelain cup on the ground. Little Eunuch Qin huddled his neck and pressed against the edge of the tent, while Li Zhaoda sat on the couch with a golden knife, his eyes narrowed slightly, Looking down at her.

Like a frightened cat, Song Qingyue instinctively sensed the danger, and immediately retracted her steps. She raised her head to look at him, and felt that if she dared to withdraw now, it would make him even more angry, but now she I didn't really want to get close to him, so I just froze at the door, neither going in nor going out.

"come over!"

He sat there and said two words, more like an order, with deep-water undercurrent sullenness in his tone.

Song Qingyue had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk in, pointing her toes, and carefully walked around the broken tiles like a cat.

A servant buried her head and walked in behind her, together with Eunuch Qin, they gently cleaned up the piercing debris.

Song Qingyue didn't know why Li Zhao was in a bad mood. It seemed that since she knew him, he was not a good-tempered person and always moody, so she didn't bother to know.

"Come here." He held out his hand to her.

Song Qingyue hid a bit aside, before she could think of anything to say, Li Zhao had already moved first.He pulled her over, pushed her forward, and directly pushed her down on the soft bed, with his big hands choking her neck.

An exclamation broke in her throat, Emei locked tightly, and she was forced to bear his eager and rude deep kiss.

The panting sound in the ears grew louder, the hot and sticky kiss spread from the face all the way to the ears, and the neckline of the thin summer shirt was roughly pulled open, and the snow-white neck was illuminated by the candlelight.

Li Zhao couldn't wait.

She and Song Qingyue had only been married for ten days, and she was forced to leave home for more than a month before the wedding bed was warmed up.

He misses her.

Think of her profile, think of her black hair, think of her voice, think of her delicate lips, think of the tears she shed when she was wronged, think of her round eyes when she is sullen...

He missed everything about her.In midsummer, this smelly barracks is really unbearable.

Burying his head in her neck, inhaling deeply the sweet fragrance of her body, he felt alive.

He propped up his body and stared at her firmly, with a devouring frenzy in his eyes. After a long time, he slowly moved closer to her ear, and said in a hoarse voice: "Miss, I miss you for my husband."

The muscles all over his body were tense, but he held her still for a while, his body was hot and hot, like the noisy night in June.

Outside the tent, the chirping of cicadas is mixed with the occasional neighing of horses and people, and the wind blows through the treetops, rustling the leaves.

(End of this chapter)