A guide to getting rich

Chapter 181 Sutures

Putting down the disinfectant spray, she turned her head to look in the direction where Hu Feng was sitting, but was blocked by a tall body like a wall, and this guy slipped behind her at some point.

Hu Feng endured it for a long time, then he turned his head when he saw her, and hurriedly pointed to the spray she had just put down and asked, "What is this?"

It is a small white bottle with a small round head. Every time she presses it with her fingers, a cloud of water vapor will be sprayed out. This water vapor has a very strange smell. Every time it sprays on Meng Nan's When the wound was wounded, he would scream in pain.

Bai Zhi immediately turned her head away, "Disinfectant for cleaning wounds."

"Where did it come from?" he asked again.

"My stuff."

"I asked you where this thing came from."

She injected procaine into Meng Nan's wound, and her movements were very skillful. In the eyes of Meng Nan and Hu Feng, it was simply unbelievable that the white liquid was injected into the human body through a thick needle. inside?

Meng Nan was very nervous, and finally understood the first half of what she said earlier, why she asked him to keep today's treatment a secret.

This is incredible!
Bai Zhi never looked at Hu Feng, but still did not forget to answer his question: "You don't need to worry about where this came from, you have the right to ask, and I also have the right not to answer, Hu Feng, Meng Nan, you just need to remember, I, Bai Zhi, am not a bad person, and I have no intention of harming you, although these things of mine may seem strange to you, they are good medicines for curing diseases and saving lives."

She took out things from the cloth bag again, sewing needles, suture thread, tweezers, and scissors. . . .

After wiping the things with disinfectant wipes, she neatly placed them on the disinfectant wipes on the bedside cabinet for easy access.

There is no little nurse here to help, everything depends on her.

Meng Nan looked at the hook-like suture needle, 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 mean to use this to embroider on me, do you?"

Bai Zhi glared at him angrily: "I don't know how to embroider, your tendon is broken, you have to sew up the cut, you don't need needles and threads, so what kind of sewing do you use?"

Seeing that Meng Nan's face turned pale, she smiled and said, "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt."

"Does it hurt? Such a thick needle, such a thick thread, how can it not hurt?" While speaking, Bai Zhi had already inserted the needle, and the sharp needle felt like it was piercing through the flesh, and he could even feel the long silk thread on his body. Strangely, he didn't feel any pain at all, that piece of flesh seemed to be a piece of dead flesh. . .

Hu Feng raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect Meng Nan to hold back the screaming. The screaming just now hadn't stopped. It would look miserable and painful, but he could hold back the screaming?
Bai Zhi's movements are very proficient, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that it is definitely not the first time she has done such a thing, as if she has done it thousands of times with ease.

The suturing was over quickly, and after the Tesuji was sewn, the superficial wound was also sutured quickly, as simple as re-tying the opening of a torn pocket.

Bai Zhi cut the thread and got up to pack her things.

Hu Feng asked Meng Nan who had never said a word: "Does it hurt?"

Meng Nan shook her head: "It doesn't hurt, and I don't know why, I can feel the silk thread pulling in my flesh, but it really doesn't hurt at all."

(End of this chapter)