Chapter 248

After Wu Dahu's skull was completely opened, song QingHan still did not dare to make a sound. He held his breath and looked carefully at the tissue inside. After clearing out the foreign body, he slowly closed Wu Dahu's skull, indicating that the people behind him would pass the needle and thread and sew it up quickly.

Although the foreign body was removed, no accident happened during the operation, but song QingHan's eyes still couldn't help flashing a touch of worry.

If he didn't read it wrong, Wu Dahu's amygdala seems to have some deformation. I don't know what will happen when Wu Dahu wakes up...

the amygdala is an important part in charge of human emotions and memory. If Wu Dahu's body will change, there will be no more than emotion and memory.

Although song QingHan's brain quickly turned to think about this problem, his hand's movements were not delayed at all. After taking in the thread quickly, he cleaned up his hand and knife and went on to the next part.

In the middle of the operation, he seemed to suddenly think of something. He quickly glanced up at the person in charge of pulse control, and said in a deep voice, "did nothing happen just now?"

The man looked at Song QingHan with a frightened look and whispered: "no, it didn't happen. The patient's condition is very stable."

After all, it's hard for song Wu to open his shell just now, but it's hard for him to open his shell when he's not able to open his shell r> Moreover, he had only seen brain splashing scenes before, and had never seen the complete internal structure, so it was difficult to be surprised.

Most importantly, how could anyone come up with this idea?

Thinking of this, he put his eyes on song QingHan. He saw that song QingHan waved his knife as quickly as no one else did. He even felt that Bodhisattva Guanyin came to the world.

After song QingHan finished treating nine wounds on Wu Dahu's body, his physical strength finally failed to hold on. His eyes were black and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

Fortunately, the person standing beside him still has this look. He quickly handed over the water and helped him to rest.

Seeing that song QingHan seemed to have plans to continue, he could not help but persuade him: "my Lord, his injury has basically stabilized. We will deal with the rest."

Song QingHan subconsciously put his hand on his abdomen. Seeing that the pain was getting worse and worse, he knew that it was not from his temperament. His face slowed down and he said in a soft voice, "OK, I'll give it to you. I'll watch it."

The people standing by looked at each other, as if they were finally relieved, and moved lightly.

Although those people will not use scalpels like song QingHan, they learn from him and use scissors to treat Wu Dahu's wounds.

Fortunately, the rest of those are small wounds left by knives and arrows, and there is no big problem to pay attention to. Especially when song QingHan looks at them, those people are more cautious. They look like the examinees who are watched by the examiners. The strings in their heads are tight, and the movements of their hands become more refined than ever before.

After all the wounds were treated, song QingHan said in a deep voice: "well, you only need to leave one person here to help him pulse, but the person who is in charge of the pulse can't stop for 12 hours. The specific rotation is up to you."

Those people cleverly answered that song QingHan had no other greetings. Although they wanted to ask him a lot of questions, they still did not ask anything and left the tent quietly.

The man holding the small stone saw that song QingHan came out at last, picked his eyebrows and said, "will it be OK so soon?"

Song QingHan was just about to take over the small stone. When he looked down at the blood on his hands and body, he had to dispel this idea and nodded with a bitter smile: "yes, that's all I can do. It depends on what happens later. What arrangements does the LORD have for me? Must I have a tent? "

The man hesitated for a moment before answering. He looked down at the small stone and said in a soft voice, "the Lord let you... Live in his tent."

Song QingHan frowned and didn't understand what Merck thought, but he didn't seem to have any other choice. Besides, the tent of the Lord of a country didn't sound too bad. So he said in a deep voice, "yes, you can lead the way."

Seeing song QingHan so easily agreed, the man's face showed a touch of disbelief, but he didn't say anything more. He turned around and took the road forward.

When he came to a tent that didn't look very impressive, he suddenly said, "you green wood people, don't you pay attention to ethics? You are a man, and would you like to live with our Lord? "

Song QingHan picked his eyebrows and calmly replied, "you barbarians are not the most unruly people. How can you care about whether a green wood man pays attention to ethics?"

Seeing him "treat him with his own way", the man was stunned, and his mouth showed a wry smile. He stretched out his hand and said, "don't worry. Although it's a tent, the place where you live is a good distance from the place where the LORD lives."Although he didn't elaborate, song QingHan didn't care, because as soon as he walked into the tent, he knew what the man meant.

The tent does look inconspicuous, but in fact, there is a universe in it. If you go a little further, there will be a staircase leading directly to the lower part.

Song QingHan followed the man, looked at it curiously, and then asked in a voice, "your skills of drilling underground holes are quite good. Have you dug them long ago? Or did you dig it after you came here? "

After hearing song QingHan's description of their underground palace as a cave, the man's bitter smile deepened. But when he saw the stone biting his thumb and looking at his appearance, he was angry even if he wanted to. He had to explain in a low voice: "we have special craftsmen who are responsible for the construction of underground palace. As long as they stay in one place for more than half a month, they will go out."

Speaking, the two people have been down to the underground palace inside, song QingHan casually glanced at it, secretly frightened.

Previously, he only regarded this underground palace as Merck's bedroom, so he didn't take it seriously. However, it seems that this underground palace can be regarded as a solid barrier in addition to serving as a bedroom for Merck.

Just by naked eyes, he found that there could be at least thousands of people here. If there was something else in each room, maybe tens of thousands of people could be accommodated...

just as he was absorbed in thought, the man stopped, motioned song QingHan to look forward, and whispered, "this is where you live, son. I'll help you put it on the bed. Please tell him what you want We. "