farm wife

Chapter 183 Asking Her to Save People 03
The eight members of Yunhui's second team lost a lot of blood. In addition, the wound was drenched in rain, and the high fever kept recurring.The situation was better during the day, but in the middle of the night, no matter how hard Dr. Xia tried, it was difficult to lower the temperature, and everyone was convulsed.

Seeing the big smoke coming, Dr. Xia wiped off his sweat: "You counted it here, hurry up and help."

There is not only Dr. Xia here, but also two doctors from the county seat, each of them was in a hurry, and they used all the moves they could, but they didn't see much effect.

Seeing a young girl in Dayan, I just felt that Dr. Xia was joking, what can such a young girl understand?
But they won't talk too much, if these eight martial artists are to die, someone will take the blame for them, and then they will say that it was the little girl who killed them.

Da Yan stepped forward to take a look, and frowned: "Why didn't you sew up the wound?"

But remember that mortals will use gut to sew up such wounds, and hair can also be used when the conditions are harsh.

None of the wounds on these people were stitched, only some herbs were applied to their upper bodies.

Ordinary people are not like immortal cultivators, no matter how serious the injury is, as long as they use their own spiritual power to repair it, or take a pill, the wound will slowly heal.

The three doctors looked bewildered, what is suturing a wound?

Da Yan frowned for a while, and soon realized that the various conditions on this continent were still relatively backward, and the medical skills were probably not much better.

Even if Dr. Xia's medical skills were so good that he was famous, he never thought about suturing the wound.

"How to sew them up, save them, the city lord will acquit you." Daqing city lord changed his clothes and came over, and the two soldiers following behind him were no longer the two soldiers, but two new faces.

"I wasn't guilty in the first place." Da Yan rolled his eyes.

"Don't talk about conditions with the city master, unless you have evidence to prove that you are not with the murderer." The black-bellied and insidious people are talking about people like Daqing City Lord.

Da Yan felt his hands itch so much that he really wanted to kill him.

But what can Da Yan do, unless he has the ability to challenge him now.

"Your hair is of good quality. It looks like it has just been washed. Cut off a strand and I'll use it to suture the wound. I need eight silver needles one and a half inches long, the kind with eyes." Da Yan emphasized "It must be a silver needle, not the kind that will rust."

Who knows if the wound was stitched up with that kind of needle, but he died of tetanus.

City Lord Daqing touched his hair, which he was proud of, and wondered if the stinky woman in front of him was jealous of his soft hair and deliberately wanted to harm him.

He ordered people to prepare needles, but he had no intention of cutting his hair.

Soon the needle was brought up, Da Yan washed his hands and soaked in spirits, then picked up the needle to have a look, it was almost the one she wanted.

But she is a novice, so she might not be able to sew very well.

"If you don't want to cut it, just pull it out. Pull one out for me first, and I'll ask you for it if you need it." Seeing the doubtful look on Daqing City Lord's face, Da Yan explained very seriously, "No one here has your hair. It's clean, and the thickness is not suitable for you, so it's best to use yours. I'm afraid it will be bad if I use someone else's."

Seeing that she spoke seriously and praised his hair, the Lord of Daqing hesitated for a moment before pulling out one.

Isn't it just the hair, it's good to give up a few hairs to save people.

Da Yan threaded his hair through the needles, and then picked Yun Shiyi to practice his hands. Just as he was about to start, he saw three doctors coming up together, and couldn't help but pause: "It doesn't matter if you want to see it. I just want someone to help me, but don't bother me Come together, come one by one in turn, leaving two people to wipe their bodies with strong wine to cool down, and clean up the herbs on the wound by the way."

"Don't wait until the burns become severe. They're all burnt to death or stupid. Then even if I sew up their wounds, it won't be useful."

Dr. Xia discussed with the other two doctors, and asked one of them to observe and study first, while he and the other followed the method mentioned by Da Yan to cool down the person and clean the wound by the way.

At the beginning of sewing, the speed of Da Yan was particularly slow.

When the third wound was stitched, the speed gradually increased, and it was like sewing clothes at the back, and one could be stitched in a few strokes.

She only sewed up big wounds, leaving little wounds alone.

When City Lord Daqing pulled out two or three hairs, he could still keep smiling, but when he pulled out the sixth hair, he became expressionless, and his complexion became darker the further he went.

The more wounds the eight had, the more hair he pulled out, and the scalp was aching.

An hour later, City Lord Daqing's face was so gloomy that it dripped water, and he felt that his thick black hair was thinning a lot.

Master Jiao shrank himself in a corner, infinitely reduced his sense of existence, admired Dayan from the bottom of his heart, and even thought of such a way to deceive the Lord Daqing.

But it's so cool, it's so fucking bad.

I don't know if it's because it rained all day during the day, but I feel that the weather is very cold, and my hands and feet are cold.

Finally, the large wounds on the eight people were all stitched up. Every time they were stitched up, Dayan secretly gave some spiritual power in. This spiritual power could not make the wounds heal quickly, but it could stimulate the vitality of the flesh and reduce decay. probability.

The effect is still obvious. After the wound is sutured, it is easy to recede when it gets hot again.

The remaining shallow wound should actually be sutured, so that it will heal faster, but Da Yan has no intention of doing it again, and handed over the needle to the three doctors, and let them toss it.

City Lord Daqing was already on the verge of eruption, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the smoke had stopped.

He cast a vicious glance at those eight people, used the city lord's hair, and dared to flog the corpses to death, then chopped them up and fed them to mangy dogs.

The three doctors had already had itchy hands, and they immediately picked up the needles when they heard that there were still stitches to be made.

Seeing that City Lord Daqing didn't intend to pull out his hair, one of the doctors hesitated for a moment before speaking: "City Lord, your hair..."

City Lord Daqing's face darkened: "Get lost!"

The doctor: "..."

You can't just give someone just because he's a little girl, but refuse if you look like an old man.They are all used on the people they save, so you can't be so partial.

How do you work without clean hair?
Dr. Xia was very glad that he didn't say that, touched his hair, picked out a pure white one and pulled it out. He was very glad that it rained heavily during the day, so he simply washed his hair when it got wet.

It is not very useful when people are old, but it looks good, but the hands are a little shaking when sewing.

Seeing Dr. Xia pulling out his own hair, the two doctors also wanted to follow suit, but people don't like to take a bath and wash their hair when they are old.

　Cough cough, it's really gone this time!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)