Da Song a knife

Chapter 193
Zhang Sijiu felt that it should be quite big, and probably a bone was injured.

But there was no obvious dislocation, and the wound was only an occlusal injury. In addition, because of the brachial plexus, Zhang Sijiu didn't dare to press the bone easily, for fear that it looked fine, but in fact it was fractured, and there were even bone fragments. Dislocated, injured the brachial plexus, and the whole arm would be useless.

At this time, Yan Laoliu who was washing the wound next to him suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "The bone must be broken. If Xiong Xiazi bites down, the bone must be broken."

As soon as he opened his mouth to vent his anger, just as Yang Yuanding poured the spirits on it, he suddenly let out a high-pitched scream, and everyone trembled. After recovering, only the weakness of rolling his eyes remained: "Give me a hammer——"

Passed out!

Zhang Sijiu was affirmed, and immediately took out the scalpel he carried with him: "Then we can only cut open the wound and see the situation."

Clavicle fractures are the most difficult to deal with, and splinting is not easy. If the bones are not aligned, if they are misplaced again, it will be troublesome.

Cheng Wanli hesitated for a moment: "The wound is not that big, if you cut it open—will it make the injury worse?"

"That's better than when the bones don't grow well." Zhang Sijiu pointed to his arm: "If the bones don't grow well, and the broken bones remain in the flesh, you, Cheng, know better than I what will happen."

Cheng Wanli was silent for a moment, and then said: "If any bone is bleeding profusely, don't be frightened and wait for the doctor patiently. Pick out all the small broken bones, gently pull the bone into the joint as before, and then follow with the tissue-promoting hemostatic plaster, let him rest and wait for him to grow slowly." to make."

What he recited was the bone-setting method taught to him by his master.

But in fact, what he has mastered is the situation of dislocation and unbroken bones. Even his master has never been proficient in reciting this kind of situation just now.

However, the formula is there.

Looking at it now, what Zhang Sijiu proposed can match up with what was mentioned in the formula.

Moreover, Zhang Sijiu was far more daring.

Zhang Sijiu saw that Cheng Wanli was silent, so he ordered decisively: "Since the formula says so, then old Cheng, you can help me. I cut along the wound, which happened to be deep. Maybe the inside was not rinsed properly, and it can be cleaned up after cutting." Some wounds."

Cheng Wanli glanced at his senior brother and saw that he was concentrating on stitching the wound on Zheng Hao's face. He didn't care about it at all, so he gritted his teeth immediately: "Okay, that's it. But can you do it? No, I—"

Before he could say "Come", Zhang Sijiu interrupted him: "Okay."

Then she began to wipe the scalpel and her hands with spirits first, and then put the knife on the lighted oil lamp flame to sterilize again.

This disinfection method has advantages and disadvantages, but it is also a good disinfection method. The only thing to pay attention to is that when disinfecting, it must be noted that the temperature of the outer flame is higher than the temperature of the inner flame, so the outer flame must be used to achieve the best effect. The effect of high temperature burning sterilization.

After disinfection, when the blade cools down, Zhang Sijiu gently connects the two deeply occluded holes along the top of the bone, and cuts open.

The flesh rolled away, revealing the red muscles inside, blood gushed out, and some small clots of clotted blood that blocked the hole fell out.

"Rinse with salt water." Zhang Sijiu asked in a deep voice.

Cheng Wanli had been waiting with the pot, but when Zhang Sijiu said something, he immediately moved his wrist and poured salt water over the opening.

Of course, this cut was not that deep. Zhang Sijiu first made the holes created by the bite in the same way, and made a slight cut. After washing, he cut open the muscles, exposing the collarbone inside.

It took Zhang Sijiu a lot of effort just to carefully cut to expose the bones.

This scalpel is still not good enough.

So she can only be extra careful.

The clavicle was indeed fractured—not just one complete fracture, but three fractures.

Fortunately, there was no obvious dislocation, only a few small pieces of bone were embedded in the muscles next to it.

Zhang Sijiu breathed a sigh of relief: This situation is not too bad.As long as the small dislocations are restored, and then the bone fragments are found out one by one, and then sutured and fixed, there will be no problem.

In such a situation, it is estimated that the nerves were not injured. As long as it is cured, there will be no other sequelae except for a scar.

Cheng Wanli then watched helplessly as Zhang Sijiu roasted the tweezers and began to use them to search for bone fragments in the stretched meat.

That posture was not only calm and as usual, as if he was rummaging through the pile of herbs for other medicines mixed in, but even his face did not change.

He, on the other hand, was more or less uncomfortable watching the pink, bloody flesh being turned over and over.But at the same time, looking at the pair of hands that were not white and tender, but even slightly black and rough, for some reason, a sentence popped out of his mind: These are hands made by God.

Such hands should not be used to do farm work, wash dishes and cook, but should be used to save people.

This idea is a bit out of date, even absurd, but it is deeply rooted and cannot be pulled out.

Zhang Sijiu had already found five small pieces of bone, the smallest piece was barely bigger than a sesame seed.

And what can be seen with the naked eye is obviously gone.

Just when Cheng Wanli thought it was finally over, Zhang Sijiu did not put down the tweezers, but started the second round of rummaging instead.

Zhang Sijiu was obviously very patient, and searched carefully without any sloppy.

Even this time she found nothing.

Cheng Wanli breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was indeed meticulous, but should it be stitched up now?
To his surprise, Zhang Sijiu came again.

Just when Cheng Wanli felt that this must be the last time, Zhang Sijiu came again——

This time, of course, nothing was found.

In the end, just when Cheng Wanli was thinking about doing it again, Zhang Sijiu started to break the bone.

The dislocation of the broken bone was not big, Zhang Sijiu carefully aligned the bones, not daring to be sloppy in the slightest.

It wasn't until the fracture was completely closed that she breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew her hand.

"Wipe your sweat." Only then did Zhang Sijiu have the time to glance at Cheng Wanli.

From those black and white eyes, Cheng Wanli understood a sentence: Is he so ungrateful?
With complicated thoughts in mind, Cheng Wanli wiped Zhang Sijiu's sweat carefully, feeling that he was becoming less and less status--can he really be Zhang Sijiu's master one day?
He imagined the scene of Zhang Sijiu blatantly calling his master, felt guilty, and shivered involuntarily: Why do you feel so terrible?

Because of this trembling, Cheng Wanli once again received a look of disgust.

However, Zhang Sijiu didn't have time to complain, she picked up the suture needle and was about to start stitching.

　Old Cheng: Forget it, I am not worthy.

　　Xiao Jiu: Shaking after wiping off sweat?Isn't Lao Cheng too imaginary?
　　Next update, around eight o'clock

　　
　
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