"I was hit by a hidden weapon, so it shouldn't be a big deal." Xin Jifeng was not sure, because the moment he was hit by a hidden weapon, his arm shook, as if a powerful force had hit his bones.
This feeling is the same as being slapped by someone with high internal strength. If the person hit is not the arm but the chest, the internal organs will be greatly torn on the spot.
"Let's talk inside first." Xia Ziluo was worried that people outside the door would talk too much, so he hurriedly pulled Murong Xitian into the palace.
Xin Jifeng covered his arms and followed.
Ye Zixuan had already fainted from fright at the moment of death. At this moment, she was carried back to Luomei Court by the guards.
The wind gradually became stronger, and the smell of blood spread to every corner of the palace.
Cang Hao Juli and Xia Ziluo were asking Murong Xitian to give Xin Jiefeng first aid: "This is a bullet, a gunshot wound. Guns are weapons of great destructive power in the 21st century. They are fast and accurate. They can basically kill someone with a gunshot." We’ll talk about this later. We need to take out the bullet from Xin Jifeng’s arm first, otherwise the wound will not heal. But I’m worried that it will cause massive bleeding. There are no hemostats here, and there are no first aid tools...ah, I’m so worried.”
"The big deal is, I don't need this arm anymore." Xin Jifeng curled his lips firmly, "Come on. The novel about Tide is not about Gong scraping bones to cure poison. I will give it a try today."
"Here we come." Murong Xitian glanced at him, then raised the knife and quickly cut open the flesh near the wound, revealing the blood-stained bullet head.
Xin Jifeng, however, endured the severe pain without blinking or making a sound.
"Hurry up and take out the bullet, disinfect it, and sew up the wound." Xia Ziluo was horrified, as if the knife had cut her arm, and she sweated deeply for Xin Jifeng.
After removing the bullet and suturing the wound, it becomes a matter of reducing inflammation and preventing tetanus.
How should we deal with these problems in this era of backward medicine? Xia Ziluo scratched his head anxiously, feeling like he was going crazy.
"Luo'er, don't worry. The imperial doctor will be here soon. Although medicine is not as advanced as your time, we still have our own methods." Murong Xitian took out the bullet neatly and was suturing Xin Jifeng's wound.
He has led troops in battles for many years and has been injured all over his body. He is very good at dealing with such injuries.
Xia Ziluo nodded, but still looked at Xin Jifeng a little worriedly.
At this time, the imperial doctor hurried over, looked at the treated wound, gave Xin Jifeng some herbal medicine, and then bandaged the wound.
Then, the imperial doctor prescribed a few more decoctions and then retired.
Xia Ziluo looked at Xin Jiefeng's pale face, but still had lingering fears: "You must remember to take your medicine on time, gunshot wounds are not a joke, they can kill people at any time."
"His life is strong, nothing will happen to him. It's a gun instead. Please tell me carefully." Murong Xitian washed off the blood on his hands and touched Xia Ziluo's head to calm her nervousness, "This is A hidden weapon, or?"
Xia Ziluo shook his head quickly: "No, it's a murder weapon. The bullets used in this weapon are closer to the fireworks we usually set off, but they are many times more powerful. And I suspect Zheng Yu is holding It's a sniper rifle, a weapon for assassination."
"Sniper rifle, assassination?" Murong Xitian became deeply worried.
[Off-topic: Today is Father’s Day. Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers in the world! Also, tomorrow is Lemon’s birthday, and today is celebrated early with Father’s Day. So there are only six updates today, and the two I owe will be added tomorrow.
