C1089

After returning to the bungalow, Xi Zhicheng put mu Beihan on a wooden bed, bent his leg bitten by a snake, and told Yan Luoluo: "find a rope, quick!"

Smell speech, Yan Luoluo wiped tears, immediately ran out to look for the rope.

She didn't know what kind of rope Xi Zhicheng asked herself to find, so she took a few straw ropes out of the woodpile in the yard.

With that, she bowed heavily to Xi Zhicheng, then turned and left.

Yan Luoluo's eyes were red, and her tears, which she had been holding back, finally fell down again. She wiped her face, looked at Beihan deeply, and choked: "OK, I'll go out now, uncle. Please cure him!"

The reason why he did that was that he was afraid that Yan Luoluo could not bear the next bloody scene.

His attitude has been very obvious, if Yan Luoluo does not go out, he will not continue to receive treatment.

Before she finished speaking, mu Beihan interrupted her. Although her tone was weak, it was full of firmness: "Lolo, get out."

Yan Luoluo shook his head: "no, I..."

Xi Zhicheng stopped his action in time.

At this time, mu Beihan suddenly spoke weakly: "Luo Luo, go out and wait for me."

Hearing the speech, Xi Zhicheng didn't persuade him any more. He turned around and devoted himself to the operation.

"I'll be fine. I'll wait here."

How can Yan Luoluo go at this time? She wants to accompany mu Beihan to take care of him every minute.

After all, the scene was bloody. He was afraid that a little girl could not bear it, so he kindly reminded her.

Xi Zhicheng is ready. He suddenly takes a look at Yan Luoluo and says, "would you like to go out first?"

Yan Luoluo looked at him and felt strange, but he didn't make a sound at this time, for fear of delaying his treatment.

Xi Zhicheng took out the disposable syringe needles and small bottles of anesthetic from nowhere and gave mu Beihan an anesthesia for his lower body.

Soon she finished detoxifying the scalpel and handed it to Xi Zhicheng.

Although his words were not pleasant, his words were not rude. Yan Luoluo didn't ask any more questions. He did as Xi Zhicheng told him.

Xi Zhicheng nodded: "well, the nearest hospital is 50 kilometers away from here. When the ambulance comes up, he is dead."

Although Yan Luoluo asked in his mouth, his hand continued to disinfect the scalpel all the time.

"Uncle, are you going to treat Beihan by yourself?"

Yan Luoluo subconsciously took it, dare not have any carelessness, according to Xi Zhicheng's command to do, put the knife on the fire to bake, she suddenly thought, why not directly send mu Beihan to the hospital?

He quickly turned around, took out the medical scalpel, alcohol, candles, gauze and other special medical emergency equipment from the drawer, handed Yan Luoluo a scalpel and a candle, and said: "put it on the fire for disinfection, and you will need it later."

She handed the straw rope to Xi Zhicheng. After Xi Zhicheng took it, she quickly tied the straw rope to his calf, which was a little relieved.

"Here you are!"

She can't delay the treatment time of Mu Beihan any longer.

Waiting outside the door every minute is as hard as a century. Yan Luoluo was so anxious that he paced straight at the door, only to find that he could do nothing but wait.

The news of Mu Beihan didn't come. The room was quiet as if no one existed, and there was no sound. The more dead silence, the more worried Yan Luoluo was.