108 Ways to Heal a Loyal Dog

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Su Jingyan thought that his attitude had been made very clear. The man in front of him, who didn't look stupid, would quickly respond and catch his big pie that fell from the sky. Who knew that the other party just glanced at him sideways, with eyes Gloomy, still silent.

Sensing the fleeting scrutiny of the other party's glance, Su Jingyan was not annoyed, but raised the corners of his lips, and suddenly smiled at him. His subordinates continued to remove the last bandage on the man's upper body, and immediately got up and left.

After a while, he returned from the pharmacy, holding the medicine box of the sword doctor Su Jingyan in his hand. Although the things inside were still rough to him, in this era when the level of surgical operations was far behind its level of civilization, although they were considered Not unique, but definitely very rare.

Su Jingyan opened the medicine box, took out the wrapped cloth rolls and unfolded them on the table. Dozens of silver needles of different sizes were inserted on the cloth rolls one by one, shining brightly in the afterglow of the window. .

He didn't say a word, but the movements of his hands were crisp and neat.He poured the clean water from the teapot earlier into the newly found copper basin, boiled a basin of boiling water in the same way as hot porridge, threw it into the gauze that had been neatly placed aside before, and then sterilized the silver needles and scissors according to the law. After steadily putting on the wound sutures made by the sword doctor, he took a bowl of spirits, packed the required tools on the tray one by one, and then pulled a bench and sat in front of his patient.

According to the memory of this body, a severed intestine, debridement, suture and bandage, has allowed a doctor to hold a high position in the Imperial Medical Center, and Su Jingyan, who has explored and sorted out a complete debridement and suture, and has successfully reset and sutured human organs, three years. He has already been famous in the court before, and he is a living god in the hearts of ordinary people. He has been regarded as a guest of honor by countless warriors in the world, and even the young Ninth Five-Year Lord respectfully called him "Mr."

Until then, the man who had been silent all this time retracted his gaze from those artifacts, and turned to look at him very seriously, with a faint light in his eyes, after thinking for a while, he finally opened his mouth tentatively: "... Sword doctor Su Jingyan?"

Combining the complicated family crest on the medicine box and the recognizable tools, the identity of the young man in white is self-evident.

Without raising his eyelids, Su Jingyan picked up the wine bowl and poured water on the deepest wound on the man's back without any hint.

"--Uh!"

Caught off guard, the man let out a tragic cry of pain.

Sensing the strong contraction and trembling of the muscles under the fingertips, Su Jingyan couldn't help but tapped the corner of his mouth, and then turned to the back wounds, slowly washing them clean with a rougher and simpler method than before.

After he finished cleaning the wound on his back, Su Jingyan bent over to the man's ear, lowered his voice, and said with a light smile, "I think your Excellency is a tough man, so you shouldn't feel any pain, right?"

The skin under his palms was wet and sticky. Looking intently, the breath-holding man not only turned his tight lips white, and a thin layer of sweat came out from the tip of his nose, but he even lost most of his strength when he was poisoned before, but now he is clenched tightly. The fingers on the bed sheet were also trembling slightly.

Hearing his very close and soft sound, the man who seemed to be pitiful in Su Jingyan's eyes at this moment turned his face, lifted his eyelids feebly, and looked over.

However, there was no emotion in it that Su Jingyan wanted to see. Instead, there was unfeigned guilt and apology, coupled with slightly moist red eyes, which made the other person think that they had seen their own mistakes. A stupid dog who consciously stands in a corner and waits to be punished afterwards.

The anger in Su Jingyan's heart dissipated in an instant, and when he went to clean up the two wounds on his chest, his movements were deliberately gentle on the basis of returning to professionalism.

Carefully wiped off the cold sweat on the man's intact skin with a dry towel, Su Jingyan turned his gaze, searched around, and finally tore off a piece of bandage from the prepared bandage, rolled it into a ball, put it near the man's mouth, and signaled with his eyes.

As a result, the big sick dog hadn't learned how to behave, he hesitated for a while and was about to open his mouth to say something, but another person with sharp eyes and quick hands took advantage of the situation and squeezed the bandage ball into his mouth.

Su Jingyan, who was good at seizing the opportunity, lightly rubbed the man's head, and devoted some attention to waiting for the man's reaction so that he could deal with it familiarly according to the experience of raising a dog. With good silent character, he showed his tame and obedient side.

The next stitching process was extremely long. Apart from the difficulty and time-consuming brought about by the long and deep wound, the most fundamental reason was that the experimental subject who was lucky to be Su Jingyan's first training subject was too perfect in this point.

Although Su Jingyan has no psychological barriers to piercing human skin with needles, he lacks practical experience after all. In addition, every time he goes down with a needle, his embroidery material will reflexively tremble and tighten, which further increases the depth of his embroidery. Difficulty of suturing evenly, with moderate strength, and with uniform width and narrowness.So after the first wound was stitched, Su Jingyan, who has moderate obsessive-compulsive disorder, didn't want to take a second look at all.

But when it came to the second wound, the situation suddenly improved.Su Jingyan was good at introspection, and he knew what to do next, and the person being stitched was exceptionally cooperative, the pain-sensing nerves near the wound seemed to be in hibernation, the whole process was rock-solid, and the occasional tremor did not exceed a millimeter.

With less scruples about the other person, Su Jingyan concentrated on immersing himself in this new world when he was doing the last few wounds. After each stitch, he would ponder the subtle differences, and then compare it with his memory to improve the angle of the next stitch. , strength and suturing methods, learning while practicing in this way, people who have never been very interested in medical skills have experienced the fun for the first time.

By the time the last stitch was finished, the setting sun was completely hidden under the horizon, and the room was plunged into hazy gray and black.Su Jingyan didn't return the silver needle, wiped the sweat from his brow, squeezed his sore arm, and lit the oil lamp on the table.

The bright little flame illuminated the bedroom, Su Jingyan poured himself a glass of water, filled up the empty glass he took out before, sat back on the bed, and handed it to the man's mouth habitually, only to see that it was blocked before. Into the bandage.

The little cloth was drool-soaked, some even slipped down the man's chin because it couldn't be closed for a long time.Compared with the painful way of gnashing on the cloth to endure the pain of suturing wounds, this seemingly identical method he facilitated obviously caused additional torture to men.Of course, the result is the same, the urge and cry of pain disappeared, but the fact that he couldn't even swallow the saliva, let alone use the bite to divert the pain, completely deviated from Su Jingyan's original intention.

Seeing the sweat hanging from his sick patient's trembling eyelashes, Su Jingyan couldn't bear it. He avoided the other party's gaze slowly, and took out the prevarication in his mouth. .

"Cough...cough...cough..."

The man bent down, coughing hoarsely, and his back was shaking, Su Jingyan saw his pain as if he was coughing up organs, hesitated for a while, but reached out, avoiding the wound, stroked his back, and helped him smooth gas.

When he got up again, his eyes were full of tears from coughing, his eyes were red, and his chest heaved violently before he had time to bandage the wound.Su Jingyan pasted his face with the soft cotton cloth he had prepared before, wiped off the liquid on his chin, changed to a smaller piece of rag, dipped some clean water to clean the stains and small blood stains near the wound.

He did this series of movements very quickly and neatly, and then lifted the back of the man's head and sent clear water into his chapped mouth that was about to burst into flames.And in order to make up for his previous unintentional mistakes, Su Jingyan, after feeding the water, patiently dipped a cotton swab in warm water, and repeatedly wet his chapped and cracked lips several times.

Compared with suturing, it is really easier to wrap a few wounds with wound medicine and then bandage the wounds.Su Jingyan saw that half of the man's face was still pale and pale, and the sweat was still oozing out, knowing that he was tortured by him, he couldn't help but feel apologetic.Sutures without anesthesia would be inhumane, but he actually extended the suffering time of a heavily soldiered patient almost twice, saying that he either intentionally abused it, or he himself felt that this statement was really untenable in the face of the facts. live.

"After taking the medicine, you should go to bed early." Su Jingyan helped him lie down, covered the quilt, and then untied the hair bun he had casually rolled up for the man to make it easier to change the medicine, so that it would be covered with sweat. The wet hair spread out smoothly, and then he started to push back the hair on the man's forehead mask to prevent them from sticking to the gap between the mask and the skin.Years of experience in taking care of bedridden elders has allowed him to do these small things in an orderly and considerate manner.

In the dim light, the man's eyes were almost completely enveloped in the shadow cast by the bed curtain.Su Jingyan didn't need to confirm, he knew that the other party's consciousness was clear, and he hadn't yet appeared in the chaos or dissipation that is easy to appear at such a time.Of course, it is also very likely that the lack of anesthetics that he had no chance to use made him only able to stay awake under the pain.

However, that is not what Su Jingyan should or can worry about.

After saying these words, the other party didn't respond, which was expected by Su Jingyan, who thought he had already mastered the man's personality in just one day.Aside from the annoyance of not getting a response to a question when necessary, in fact, Su Jingyan still enjoys this kind of quietness more often.If there are no doubts and inquiries, there will be no troubles. Then this matter can be kept above saving people.

After tidying up the mess on the table, Su Jingyan went out with a pile of freshly baked garbage, threw them in the grocery basket outside the kitchen, and boiled bath water for himself.

While waiting for the hot water to boil, Su Jingyan stood in the yard with his hands behind his back and looked up at the night in the mountains.

The dark blue sky stretches as far as the eye can see, and the good weather after the rain makes some clouds still faintly visible. The wind blowing by is dyed with the breath of fresh soil, leaving a bit of coolness after blowing.The rustling bamboo leaves that have slowly turned yellow, mixed with the red autumn maple, swirled and circled down one after another, falling to the ground.

Such a beautiful place has never been a suitable place for burial.

Su Jingyan stared at the scene in front of him, his brows and eyes stretched and softened a little bit, and he belatedly realized that being a doctor to save people is actually a choice of enriching life that can bring a sense of accomplishment just like practicing martial arts.

After breathing in the forest for a while, Su Jingyan went back to the kitchen, poured a new bowl of soup from the heat-retaining medicine stove, and adjusted the temperature with the help of internal force, and decided to go to the room for the last time today.

When he stepped into the threshold, his bedroom was still the same as he went out, quiet, filled with the smell of blood and wound medicine that had faded a lot.When Su Jingyan put down the medicine bowl and was about to leave, the man on the bed swayed and propped up his body, and spoke in a low, weak but extremely solemn voice.

"Zonghengbao, Biqi's Jue Ming San..."

Then the voice paused, fell silent for a moment, lowered slightly, and continued:

"36 hours..."

As if he didn't feel the condensedness and heaviness in his voice, Su Jingyan heard it, oh, stepped out of the threshold, walked a few steps, turned back, opened the door and asked earnestly, "Do you need a potty?"

In the shadows of the room, the man who was struggling to hold himself up and was drinking medicine from a medicine bowl choked heavily and coughed earth-shatteringly.

Before the coughing stopped, he hurriedly spoke out, his voice was serious and condensed for a whole day, full of bewilderment, embarrassment and shame that Su Jingyan could feel just a few meters away.

"no, I'm fine!……"

The author has something to say:

_(:з」∠)_I still haven’t written the planned plot of this chapter, but it seems to have written a lot of strange things into orz

That's why I found out that Mr. Zhonggou doesn't seem to have a name yet =_= He really deserves to be Mr. Zhonggou, he has no sense of existence at all...

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When it comes to why not sew the little loyal dog first, the author said that this paragraph is not in the outline|||||so logical, please 54 =-=