Chapter 324 better sewing

Chen Xingyan turned to Li Feihuan's light eyes, hesitated for a moment, and nodded softly.

"As I say." Li Feihuan spoke softly.

Zhao Siqing first pulled the table over, put all the medicines and tools he needed, and then went forward to unbutton Li Feihuan's shirt.

The woman suddenly approached, with a light fragrance on her body.

Li Feihuan's eyes fell silent, wondering why she was still fragrant all day long.

"Is that ok?" Asked Zhao Siqing.

Li Feihuan didn't make a sound. Chen Xingyan nodded.

Zhao Siqing didn't know what he could do for him. He looked at Li Feihuan, who was pale. He thought about turning his head to fold the gauze in the medicine chest and handed it to him: "if it hurts, you can bite it." \B

Li Feihuan slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on the hand that stretched out in front of him.

"\ B thank you." Li Feihuan raised his hand and said thanks.

"Qing Qing You press him. I'm going to start. " Chen Xingyan's eyes fell on the wound on his waist and abdomen. Her voice was unsteady, and she was obviously very nervous.

"Good."

After that, Chen Xingyan first used alcohol to detoxify the knife, and then approached Li Feihuan's wound a little bit.

There was silence in the room. Her eyes fell on her hands.

The point of the knife fell on the flesh and slowly cut the flesh along the wound.

Blood rushed out in a flash. Zhao Siqing could feel li Feihuan's whole body stiff.

Chen Xingyan's hand was shaking, and she cut the skin a little.

Zhao Siqing's throat was tight. She only felt a headache. She turned her head to see Li Feihuan. The ordinary man was bloodless at the meeting. The big sweat of the bean rolled down.

"Bear it, it will soon be all right." Zhao Siqing spoke softly.

Li Feihuan didn't say a word, but Chen Xingyan's hand was shaking more and more. An careless knife fell from her hand. She turned to Zhao Siqing and sobbed, "Qing Qing, I can't......"

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, and looked at him and said in a voice: "you can, just as if you are filming, you can finish every detail carefully."

Without waiting for Chen Xingyan to speak, Li Feihuan opened his eyes and said to Zhao Siqing, "come on, she's too slow."

For a few seconds, Zhao Siqing was silent and stood up to change his position with Chen Xingyan.

"How?" She picked up the knife and asked softly.

"First cut the wound and take out the bullet." Li Feihuan opened his mouth in a low voice. His breathing had been disturbed.

Zhao Siqing held his breath, slowly dropped the knife along the position of the gunshot wound, and cut a cross wound.

The blood was flowing fast, Zhao Siqing's throat was a little tight.

She took the tweezers and took out the bullet neatly and threw it on the table.

"Remove necrotic tissue and foreign bodies, make sure the wound is clean, disinfect and stop bleeding, and simply suture with needle and thread." Li Feihuan opens his mouth intermittently.

According to what he said, Zhao Siqing used a knife to cut away the surrounding necrosis and flesh, until the flesh became bright red and clean.

Zhao Siqing was absorbed in the wound, even his eyes were sour because he was too focused.

When the wound was cleaned, Zhao Siqing looked up at Li Feihuan, whose eyes were full of perspiration. He breathed softly and tried to change the needle and thread to the wound.

Chen Xingyan turns her head subconsciously and dare not look.

This time, let alone Chen Xingyan, even Zhao Siqing's hands were shaking.

The needle and thread went through the flesh repeatedly. Li Feihuan snorted. Zhao Siqing's eyes were sour. She whispered, "I'll sew it for you better. What pattern do you like..."