Chapter 184 Suture

Putting down the disinfectant spray, she turned her head to look in the direction where Hu Feng was sitting, but was blocked by a tall wall-like body, and this guy slipped behind her at some point.

Hu Feng endured it for a long time, then turned around when she met her, and hurriedly pointed to the spray she just put down and asked, "What is this?"

This is a small white bottle with a small round head on the bottle. Every time she presses it with her fingers, a cloud of water vapor will spew out. This water vapor has a very strange smell. When the wound is on, he will make a scream.

Bai Zhi immediately turned her head away, "The disinfectant to clean the wound."

"Where did it come from?" he asked again.

"My stuff."

"I asked you where this thing came from."

She injected procaine into Meng Nan's wound, and the movements were very skillful. In the eyes of Meng Nan and Hu Feng, it was incredible. Those white liquids were injected into the human body through a thick needle. inside?

Meng Nan was very nervous, and finally understood the first half of her previous words, why he had to keep the process of today's treatment a secret.

This is incredible!

Bai Zhi never looked at Hu Feng, but still did not forget to answer his question: "You don't have to care where it came from, you have the right to ask, and I have the right not to answer, Hu Feng, Meng Nan, you just need to remember, My Angelica is not a bad person, and I have no intention of harming you. Although these things of mine seem strange to you, they are good medicine for curing diseases and saving lives."

She took things out of the cloth bag again, stitching needles, sutures, tweezers, scissors. . . .

After wiping things with disinfectant wipes, she neatly placed them on the disinfectant wipes on the bedside cabinet for easy access.

There is no nurse here to help, everything is up to her.

Meng Nan looked at the hook-like suture needle, and his voice trembled with fright: "This, what is this?"

Bai Zhi didn't say anything, but saw that she put a black silk thread on the needle, he looked down at his wound, and his heart trembled: "You don't want to use this to embroider on me, right?"

Bai Zhi glared at him angrily: "I don't know how to embroider, your hand tendons are broken, you must sew the broken part up, no needles and threads are needed, so what should you use?"

Seeing that Meng Nan's face turned pale, she smiled and said, "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt."

"It doesn't hurt? With such a thick needle and such a thick thread, how can it not hurt?" While speaking, Bai Zhi had already taken the needle, and the sharp needle felt through the flesh, and he could even feel the long silk thread in his veins. Pulling inside the meat, the strange thing is that he really didn't feel any pain at all, that piece of meat seemed to be a piece of dead meat. . .

Hu Feng raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect Meng Nan to be able to hold back his screams. The screams just now didn't stop. It would seem like a very painful and painful suture. How could he hold back his screams?

Bai Zhi's movements are very skilled, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that she is by no means the first time to do such a thing, as if she has done it thousands of times.

The suturing was completed quickly. After the hand tendons were sewn, the wound on the surface was quickly sutured, as simple as re-tying the torn pocket.

Bai Zhi cut the thread and got up to pack up.

Hu Fengchao asked Meng Nan, who never said a word: "Does it hurt?"

Meng Nan shook his head: "It doesn't hurt, and I don't know what's going on. I can clearly feel the thread pulling in my flesh, but it really doesn't hurt at all."