The so-called princess had no choice but to get up from the ground, glared at Song QingHan and said: "wait for me! I will not punish you for a while
Song QingHan didn't even blink his eyelids. After the smell disappeared, he raised his eyes to the humanity who stood in the corner in a corner: "one of you is responsible for his pulse, one is responsible for preparing what I need, and the other is responsible for standing behind me. What I say, I will do. Other people are on standby. Do you understand?"
He just glanced at it and knew that Wu Dahu's injury was extraordinary. Therefore, the most important thing in this operation is to work together.
Technology is not important, as long as you are obedient, so this is the reason why song QingHan kept these people.
Seeing that they started to act, song QingHan didn't care how they distributed them. He squatted down directly, while recognizing Wu Dahu's injuries, he said in a deep voice: "go and prepare a jar of high-level wine, and clean scissors, gauze, needle and thread, boiling water and lighted candles."
Since these people were the first to get up before, it was natural that they were obedient enough. As soon as they heard song QingHan's order, someone trotted out immediately. It seems that they were going to prepare what song QingHan said.
In the same way, the people who left behind also looked at each other to find out their own positioning. One stood behind song QingHan and the other squatted down to help Wu Dahu pulse.
The man who helped Wu Dahu to feel the pulse was a little bolder. Seeing that song QingHan had been looking through Wu Dahu's injuries, he couldn't help but remind him: "we have seen before. There are 18 injuries on his body, the most serious of which is the impact injury on the back of his head, which is also the main reason for his unconsciousness."
With his explanation, although song QingHan still had to check Wu Dahu's body, he was much more convenient in doing things. After seeing Wu Dahu's body, he immediately moved his eyes to the back of Wu Dahu's head and carefully examined it.
Wu Dahu's injury on the back of his head, as the man said, was formed after being hit. It was likely that he fell to the ground when he got off his horse and accidentally knocked on a hard stone.
The brain is the most important part of the human body. If the brain is dead, even if the body can still function normally, it is just useless.
However, there is no medical equipment here. Even if song QingHan wants to check Wu Dahu's brain, he is still powerless. He can only roughly judge what tissues Wu Dahu may be damaged from his appearance.
The people who went out to look for things soon came back, and they held a lot of them for everything. This is in line with their mature character. They would rather be greedy for more than less.
After disinfecting his hands and scalpel with wine and candle, song QingHan motioned the man behind him to follow him, but the scalpel was replaced by scissors.
After he finished, song QingHan nodded his chin and ordered, "cut off all his clothes, dip clean gauze with wine, and wipe it around the wound. Try to show the original face of the wound without touching the wound. Can you do this?"
The man nodded hesitantly, and slowly began to move on Wu Dahu's wound. After cleaning up a place, he raised his head and asked song QingHan, "is this OK, my lord?"
Song QingHan fixed his eyes, nodded, waved the scalpel directly, and said in a low voice: "yes, continue to clean up the rest of the place, according to the order of priority of the injury."
After that, he looked up at the man who was giving Wu Dahu pulse, and said in a deep voice, "do you know the purpose of my letting you feel pulse? As soon as his situation changes, tell me immediately, no matter what it is, you know? "
The man was startled by song QingHan's icy eyes, but he quickly responded to it and nodded his head and said, "I know, my Lord, the patient's condition is very stable now, so I'll hang on one breath."
When song QingHan heard the last sentence, his mood had a rare subtle change, and the action on his hand was even more.
Fortunately, he had rich experience. After taking a few deep breaths to adjust the heart rate, he left behind the fact that he was Wu Dahu and concentrated on the operation.
He knows that Wu Dahu's situation is very bad, so he tries his best. No matter what happens, he can't control it.
After trying to understand this, his eyes became firm again. The knife in his hand was used like flowing water, which made people dazzled and could not guess the track of his hand.
After dealing with several fatal injuries, he finally came to the wound on the back of Wu Dahu's head.
When he started, he hesitated, not because he was afraid of Wu Dahu, but because he didn't know where to start.
If you only deal with the external surface, it is not impossible, but the risk after the event is too great. In case there is any foreign body in the brain that is not cleaned out in time...
but if you want to clean up the inside, you have to... Lift the skull of Wu Dahu.
It was here that the man who took the pulse suddenly said, "my Lord, the patient's pulse has stabilized a lot."
This sentence seemed to give song QingHan courage. He gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "OK, keep going. In the next incense stick, you should say any change in him in time. Do you know?""I know, I know."
The man had just finished answering song QingHan, when he saw him stabbing Wu Dahu's head with a knife, his hand shook and he almost threw Wu Dahu's hand out.
The man who helped Wu Dahu clean his wound subconsciously glanced at Song QingHan. When he saw this scene, he also showed a look of desperation. As soon as his legs were soft, he almost fell to the ground.
The people standing by looked at each other, but they still couldn't help but ask, "my Lord, this is..."
take a knife to cut the patient's wound and cut it. Anyway, it stopped the bleeding of the wound and coated it with ointment. But what is the operation of prizing the skull? Is this healing or killing?
Seeing that song QingHan didn't answer them, their faces revealed a touch of anxiety. They looked out of the tent frequently and seemed to want to go out and report.
But at this time, the cowardice in their bones played a role again. As long as song QingHan didn't officially speak, they didn't dare to really move. They didn't even dare to move to the door, but the frequency of turning their heads became faster.
Song QingHan didn't mean not to answer them. Instead, he put all his energy into his own hands. According to the picture in his memory, he slowly pryed Wu Dahu's skull and tried not to let the contents inside have any shaking.
He knew that the picture was bloody, but he had to do it, otherwise his lover might be far away from him...
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