Chapter 3253

Mo Siyu folded up the three written prescriptions and handed them to Hu Yueru: "But I don't have any anesthesia medicine today, why don't you make an appointment, or I can go to the Saintess Palace myself... ...

Surgery without injection of anesthesia is no different from deboning and digging flesh. It will hurt so much that you will doubt your life. "

Hu Yueru took the prescription from Mo Siyu, stuffed it carefully into her cuff, stared at the dagger dangling in her hand, and said softly: "No, the timing is right today, let's do it."

Mo Siyu: "What?"

Hu Yueru said again: "Remove the rotten flesh, but don't soil my clothes. If outsiders notice, it will be bad."

Mo Siyu: It's all hurt like this, why do you still care about so much?

Mo Siyu stared at the rotten wound that was bleeding pus and bleeding, and couldn't bear it: "Your wound is too deep, I will dig out all the carrion and squeeze out the pus and blood, for fear that you will not be able to bear the pain."

"Whether you can bear it or not, I have the final say." The woman's voice was still as cold as ice, without any hesitation: "Hurry up and do it, if you procrastinate any longer, there will be no time."

Mo Siyu: "..."

Mo Siyu is not a entangled person, he is decisive and quick-tempered. Seeing that the saint has made up her mind, she decisively put the sharp blade of the dagger on the candle and grilled it until the silvery white tip turned red. A cotton cloth was placed under her wound, "I'll try to move as fast as I can. If you really can't take it, just yell and I'll stop immediately."

This kind of pain is unbearable for a man, let alone the woman in front of him.

As Mo Siyu said, he handed her a piece of cotton cloth: "Put it in your mouth and bite."

"No need." Hu Yueru closed her eyes: "Let's start!"

Mo Siyu: "..."

She didn't dare to delay any longer, and stared at the woman's closed eyes for a moment, and immediately put away the pity and pity in her heart, like an emotionless surgical puppet, stabbing the dagger into the wound.

Pus and blood flowed out along the shoulder, and the rotten meat stuck to the red-hot tip of the knife, giving off a pungent smell. Mo Siyu quickly cut it off one by one, and threw it into the tray on the table.

She occasionally glanced at the veiled woman, but she could only see the bean-sized sweat on her forehead rolling down her cheeks, and she couldn't see her expression at this moment clearly.

Mo Siyu moved very quickly, it took about a stick of incense.

She thought that the woman would cry and faint, but she didn't.

When Mo Siyu straightened up, he said, "Okay."

The woman opened her eyes, her thick and curly long black eyelashes trembling, with crystal-clear sweat condensing on them.

Mo Siyu sprinkled some medicinal powder on her wound, wrapped the wound with cotton cloth again, and took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom, which contained several white western medicine pills.

She poured out a few pills, wrapped them in paper, and handed them to Hu Yueru: "When you go back, take three pills with warm water immediately, then lie on the bed and sleep, and when you wake up, if you have a fever, take another three pills." If you don't have a fever, take one."

The white cotton cloth stained with pus, blood and carrion was also thrown into the tray. The saint raised her hand to wipe the fine sweat from her forehead, put on her clothes with the other hand, and stood up unsteadily: "Thank you."

Mo Siyu helped her up, and asked puzzledly: "It's the first time we met, why do you trust me so much, and think that my medical skills are enough to make you better?"

Mo Siyu stared into the woman's eyes: "You are so defensive, you don't just hear that I healed your mother's body and saved your sister?"