Space Fisherwoman: Going fishing in the sea and getting rich

Then scrape off the pus and rotten flesh, disinfect it, and suture the wound with mulberry root thread.

Originally the wound was only one finger long, but because a lot of flesh had to be cut off, the wound became much larger.

Seeing that Song Chuman hadn't said anything, and his sight was blocked by the pillow on his chest, Ziqing asked in confusion, "Kid, when are you going to start?"

Xiao Xuanli smiled and said, "Ziqing, she is applying medicine to you. She started a long time ago."

Ziqing was stunned and asked in astonishment: "But I don't feel anything at all."

Song Chuman said: "The effect is to make you feel nothing at all. If you can feel anything, this medicine is not called an anesthetic. The so-called anesthetic is to make your whole body numb and not feel any pain."

"The dose I gave you was small. If the operation takes a long time, you might have to sleep for several hours."

In order not to waste time, she also used her mental power to quickly stimulate the effects of the medicine in his body.

Ziqing nodded blankly.

Although others found the word "surgery" very new, it was not difficult to guess that it probably meant operating on the wound personally with their hands.

Xiao Xuanli went forward to take a look and saw that Song Chuman had already started bandaging Ziqing.

Song Chuman was a woman after all. Although she was a doctor, there were some places that she was not suitable to see at that moment. Therefore, the final fixation was left to Ziyuan.

Ziyuan was happy to help and tied it up in no time.

Song Chuman asked someone to bring a second bowl of medicine, which was an ancient anti-inflammatory medicine. "Brother Ziqing, how do you feel now?"

Ziqing felt the wound and said uncomfortably: "I feel the wound is a little painful."

Song Chuman: "Don't be afraid. After the anesthetic wears off, the wound will indeed hurt. Here is some painkiller. After drinking it, the pain will be relieved within six hours."

When Ziqing heard that the medicine could relieve pain, he cooperated and drank it all.

He didn't know if it was his illusion, but after he drank it for a while, he really felt the pain relieved.

Song Chuman returned to the table and wrote down the things that needed to be paid attention to and the time to take each medicine. "After six hours, if it still hurts, continue to take the painkillers. If you can bear it, just drink this medicine to promote wound healing."

"All medicines are poisonous. Some medicines can be taken less, so try to take less."

"Based on my experience, the wound will indeed hurt afterwards, but it won't hurt as much as it did before you did it."

"Look." She took the foreign object out of his body and held it in front of him with the pliers she made. "It's this thread. It's in your wound. That's why other doctors couldn't find it in time when they pressed on the wound."

"I just checked this thread and found that it was severely contaminated. It was once placed in filth. That's why your wound is getting bigger and bigger, getting worse and worse, and even oozing pus. It tortures you every day and makes you want to die from the pain."

Xiao Xuanli looked puzzled: "What kind of thread is this?"

Song Chuman said: "It looks like it is just ordinary cotton thread, buried deep under the wound, and it is very short. Every time the wound is cleaned, blood will fill up the wound again. If you don't pay attention, you won't be able to find it at all."

Ziqing saw the string and asked politely, "Can you bring it closer?"

Ziyuan took the thread and brought it to Ziqing.

After seeing the line clearly, Ziqing's pupils shrank and his face turned paler involuntarily.

Ziyuan keenly noticed the change on his face and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Do you know the origin of this line?"