Chapter 1754 What anesthesia to drink, you will endure it with a towel
Chapter 1754: What kind of anesthetic should you drink? Just grab a towel and endure it later (please subscribe and vote)
Hearing this, Yuchi Baoqing, whose head was already filled with stinking sweat from pain, quickly spat out the towel in his mouth.
"I say Brother Chu Bi, why don't you stop sewing. This thing is just like sticking needles into someone's body."
Cheng Chubi's face was stern, he picked up the towel that Yuchi Baoqing had spat out and shook the saliva on it, and spoke earnestly and sincerely.
"Come on, pick it up quickly and be obedient. If we don't sew the last three wounds for you, it will be very difficult for the wounds to heal.
What if one day you and your elder brother get into a fight, and because of the lack of these few stitches, the arrow wound will burst, and you will lose the match in disgrace?"
Yuchi Baoqing, who often quarreled with his brother and were often evenly matched, heard this.
Stop it, grab the towel, stuff it in your mouth, and punch the door panel hard with your fist.
Then, suddenly his eyeballs bulged again, he let out a muffled groan, and a large amount of sweat dripped down bit by bit...
Next to him, Yu Zhining, who was also lying on the operating table made of door panels, saw his eyelids twitching wildly.
At first, Cheng Sanlang said that he would personally treat his and Yuchi Baoqing's injuries. Yu Zhining was naturally very moved and relieved.
After all, Cheng Sanlang's medical skills are so great. He has saved countless lives under his command, including many members of the Li family.
With him treating him, Yu Zhining naturally relaxed a lot.
But the problem is that since Yuchi Baoqing's injury was serious, Cheng Sanlang had to treat him first, which was no problem.
But Yuchi Baoqing didn't know what he was causing. According to Cheng Sanlang's boast, His Highness Li Ke, the King of Wu, was also wounded by an arrow when he was in Jiucheng Palace.
This guy didn't take any anesthesia, and he was so stubborn that he just let himself complete the operation.
After hearing this, how could Yuchi, the second son of the Wu family, be willing to be compared with that pretty boy Li Ke?
As the saying goes, literature is not the first, military is not the second.
In the mansion, my eldest brother and I have always relied on manual labor to solve problems. Yuchi Baoqing, who had a 50-50 winning rate, immediately asked not to drink anesthetics, and that was it.
Originally, he wanted to sit down and sit still. Finally, under Cheng Sanlang's persuasion, he reluctantly got down.
Cheng Sanlang kindly handed him a towel and asked him to bite it in his mouth, but Yuchi Baoqing was unhappy again.
No matter what, I am not happy to hold this thing like a dog holding a bone. Someone can withstand it. If it screams in pain, it is like a woman.
As a result, after sewing two wounds, Yuchi Baoqing, who had almost broken his teeth, opened his mouth silently and took the towel handed over by Cheng Sanlang.
Yu Zhining, who was lying on the side, enjoying being a spectator watching a big show, laughed until his chest hurt.
But I couldn't help it, so I could only struggle repeatedly between pleasure and happiness.
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"Okay, here are two people to carry General Yuchi out." After Cheng Chubi took care of this guy, he shouted at the top of his voice and turned to Yu Zhining.
I picked up the scissors and cut Yu Zhining's trousers open with three strokes. I thought the back flap was in the way, so I also cut it off.
Seeing that annoying crotch cloth, the surgical scissors in Cheng Chubi's hand also clicked...
"Cheng Sanlang, didn't you mean to treat Yu's injury? Why did you hear the sound of scissors? Also, does Yu need to drink some of that anesthetic?"
Cheng Chubi was unwilling to say so.
"Don't be nagging, how can I debridement or sew you up without cutting off your clothes?
You just took one arrow, you drank some anesthetic, and you just held a towel in your mouth and endured it. Oops, not bad, not bad..."
"What's good?"
"Mr. Cheng is saying that you are very lucky. If you move this arrow a little to the left and hit it by an inch or two, if you move it an inch further, it will pierce your buttocks."
Outside the white gauze tent, there was an endless stream of chattering sounds, and I don’t know how many gossips were eavesdropping. Oh no, they were concerned about Zhan Shi’s injury.
"..." Yu Zhining's face turned as dark as the bottom of the iron pot that had been boiling with hundreds of years of golden juice. What a lucky man...
How dare you explain so loudly?
"Cheng! Deputy! Rate!"
"Chengchengcheng, look at you, you asked it yourself, I explained it to you with all my heart, and you still blame me?
Alas, it is difficult to be a doctor, but it is even more difficult to be a doctor who is conscientious and good at communicating with patients..."
"It hurts, it hurts, towel! Give me a towel!"
At this moment, Fang Jun, who was standing not far from the operating room, quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth. Not only him, but Yuchi Baoqing didn't leave even after the operation, and just sat outside to listen to the show.
The ugly behavior of Yu Chi Baoqing just now was completely seen by that guy Yu Zhining, and he grinned with joy and pain at the same time.
Seeing that Yuchi Baoqing was secretly resentful, he had to stay anyway to get some handle on Zhan's affairs.
Otherwise, if my own dark history is leaked, Yu Zhan's dark history will also be exposed.
Even if it doesn't have the effect of confusing the public, they will still die together.
For Cheng Sanlang, the No. 1 national player in the Tang Dynasty, dealing with lower-level problems such as hip injuries is simply a trivial problem.
After all, his medical skills could open up a market in the Tang Dynasty and spread into the society. In fact, they were closely related to many Xiasanlu diseases.
For example, the emperor's prostate, Changsun Wuji's anus, Wei Wang Li Tai's anus, Li Ke's anus with an arrow wound, etc...
After solving the problem of the arrow wound on his buttocks, Cheng Chubi asked Yu Zhining to stand up.
Then he raised his chin towards Yu Zhining. "Come on, stretch out your hands and I'll help you take off your clothes."
"???" Yu Zhining looked at Cheng Sanlang in white clothes, white hat and white mask in confusion, and subconsciously tightened his collar.