Huang An took the initiative to bring up this matter, which was unexpected by Zhao Yan. When the younger sister first told her, she thought it was Huang An's plan and wanted to use this matter to build relationships and get started quickly.
I didn’t expect it to be true.
Zhao Yan frowned slightly, glanced at Huang An's body with a pair of beautiful eyes, and thought:
"My body is clean. Let him take a look. It will make me feel at ease. It's just that even the doctor Xue can't heal the injury. Alas..."
"Then come in."
The two of them entered the house one after another, and soon came to the bed.
"Senior brother, please step aside and let me take a look."
Pang Han, who was standing guard next to him, was furious when he saw Huang An come in. He wanted to scold him, but he glanced at Zhao Yan's solemn face and gave up his thoughts.
He gave up his seat, glanced at Huang An coldly, snorted again, said nothing, and sat on a stool nearby to sulk.
Huang An frowned slightly, is this man so stingy?
Judging from his facial features, he doesn’t look like such a villain.
Could it be that people's hearts are separated from each other, or that I have misunderstood?
But now is not the time to worry about this. Huang An approached the bedside, bent down slightly, and saw the unconscious Hall Master Zhao.
Hall Master Zhao is still unconscious, his ink-like brows furrowed tightly. He doesn’t know whether it’s because he feels uncomfortable, or because he heard the noise in the house in his sleep, or maybe both.
Huang An carefully observed the current state of Hall Master Zhao.
He was lying on the bed, his lower body was covered with a quilt, and his upper body and back were naked. His back, which was full of wounds, looked a little scary, but if you look closely, you can actually find a trace of unusual beauty in it.
However, today's beauty has been destroyed, and a yellow-green bloodstain smeared with herbs appeared in Huang An's eyes.
The blood marks were very long, and Huang An took a deep breath, wondering who had done it.
It's such a cruel knife. Judging from its position, it must have been caused by a sneak attack.
After taking a cursory look at the scars, Huang An turned his attention to Hall Master Zhao's head.
Due to the long-term coma and extremely serious infection, Hall Master Zhao's whole body turned waxy yellow, as if he had been smeared with paint.
If an uninformed modern person saw it, they would think it was a yellow model in a clothing store.
His injuries were more serious than imagined.
The owner of the museum had long hair, with some white strands sandwiched between the black strands. Huang An smoothed the hair to the side that blocked his view, and then observed the owner's face.
The Zhao Yan sisters looked at each other with surprise and suspicion in their eyes. They thought Huang An was just pretending, but they didn't expect that his technique was quite skillful. It was basically the same as the movements of Divine Doctor Xue.
The two girls actually have a little confidence in Huang An.
Director Zhao's head is turned to the side, his face is facing the inside of the bed, and the viewing angle is not very good.
Huang An bowed slightly, lying on the head of the bed, propped up his upper body with his hands, and carefully observed the expression of Hall Master Zhao.
He seemed to have been in a coma for some time, his lips were white and chapped, and his complexion was yellowish and slightly pale.
When I looked at my eyelids, I saw that the kernels of my eyes were a little yellow
Huang An felt a thump in his heart, felt a pain in his waist, and stepped back suddenly.
Huang An's professional actions aroused the curiosity of the three people in the room. Even Pang Han, who was sitting far away and sulking, unknowingly came to observe Huang An closely.
Huang An suddenly retreated among the three of them and looked at each other.
Zhao Yan's heart skipped a beat, couldn't he even do anything about it?
Although she has no confidence in this junior fellow student who is about to join the profession, now that her hope has been shattered, she still feels desperate.
Huang An, however, retreated naturally not because of fear, but because he was frightened and suddenly twisted his waist, causing pain.
Huang An felt inexplicably that the pain in his back was probably caused by a bump before. It has not healed yet and he cannot bend down for a long time.
After all, his body is already weak.
Huang An gave the three of them a reassuring look and said nothing. He took two steps forward, squatted down with his legs bent, and then reached out and put the back of his hand on the forehead of the museum owner.
Hiss!
Very hot!
After some detailed observation, Huang An concluded that this was a symptom of severe wound infection.
However, he has not carefully observed the wound and cannot jump to conclusions.
Therefore, after relaxing his waist a little, Huang An decided to take a closer look at the infection inside the wound.
It’s just that my waist is not good...
So, Huang An turned his head, looked at the frustrated three people, his eyes swept across the three people, and finally asked Zhao Le, who was in tears:
"Bring a stool over here and a basin of warm water."
Although Zhao Le didn't understand what he meant, he wiped his tears and obediently brought a small stool and placed it next to the bed.
And he quickly got a basin of cold water.
Huang An washed his hands seriously, asked Zhao Le to put the basin aside, and asked her to get a clean white cloth that was dried in the yard outside the door, and then dried his hands carefully.
A surge of hope arose in the hearts of the three of them, but when they saw Huang An pulling the stool to the edge of the hospital bed and sitting down, the faces of the three of them froze for a moment.
Pang Han gritted his teeth and clenched his iron fists. This pretentious sick man was now enjoying himself.
If it weren't for the master, he would now want to beat up this sick man who ruined his chance.
Zhao Yan frowned slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.
Zhao Le curled his lips, feeling aggrieved and secretly said:
"This little junior brother is just old and sick, and his waist is not good either. Can he really practice martial arts?"
Huang An didn't know what the three of them were thinking. He really couldn't stand anymore and was treating his illness again. It was okay to just sit back and enjoy himself.
Judging from the appearance, Master Zhao's injuries are too serious and there is no time to delay.
The inside of the wound hasn't been seen yet, but it is estimated to be serious. Huang An must figure it out before the person dies before he takes action.
He didn't want his master to die before he even started.
He was determined to look at the wound before deciding whether he should take action or not.
There is no way he would let this cheap master die now.
After all, although Huang An is not a professional doctor, his observation skills and experience in injuries are not weak.
He was certain that the wound infection was so serious that it was unimaginable.
After cleaning himself up, Huang An took action. He first looked at the wound carefully, and after roughly writing down all the details, he stretched out his hand and pressed gently on the wound.
He was checking the condition of the wound. The pressure felt very good and soft. The swollen skin at the edge of the wound would spring back after pressing for about three seconds.
It feels really good.
However, Huang An judged that the condition of the wound was very bad, the infection was serious, and there was a large amount of pus inside. Huang An even concluded that the rot deep in the wound had spread to the outer edge.
Otherwise, the skin at the edge of the wound that has been open for at least half a month will not be pressed down with a single press.
After smacking his lips, Huang An turned to look at the three people behind him and whispered:
"I want to open the wound and take a look!"
Facing Huang An's calm face and tone, the three of them were stunned for a moment.
Even Pang Han, who had a grudge against Huang An, did not object.
The three of them hesitated. The two sisters Zhao Yan communicated in a low voice and asked Pang Han for his opinion. In the end, Zhao Yan nodded in agreement, but she warned again:
"Junior brother, please be gentle."
Huang An nodded, then stretched out his hands and gently opened the wounds that were glued together.
As soon as he broke it open, a peculiar stench of rotten meat hit his face. Huang An retched and held it back.
It's this smell, like corpse odor, that is unforgettable.
Huang An endured the stench and nausea, and carefully observed the rotten flesh on both sides of the wound.
It's like a piece of rotten beef sliced to pieces with a mashed knife, covered with yellow tomato sauce.
The unique luster of pus was mixed with the luster of human grease. The picture was so impactful that Huang An's face stiffened and his throat swelled.
But he quickly resisted the desire to vomit and close his eyes.
His willpower and endurance are beyond his imagination.
Suddenly.
"Ugh!"
"Ugh!"
The continuous sound of retching from behind almost made Huang An break his guard. His face became paler, but he finally held it back.
"Open the door. If you can't bear it, go out and take a breath."
Huang An's words made Pang Han find the steps. After hesitating for a second, he still bent his waist, covered his mouth and ran out.
Although he has been practicing martial arts for many years, he has not yet started martial arts, and he has never seen blood, so it is difficult for him to bear this scene.
As for the pale-faced two sisters, they still stayed in the room and even got closer.
Looking at his father's wound, Zhao Le sobbed.
"Doctor Xue just finished treating the wound yesterday, why is it like this so early today?"
She doesn't understand.
The speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention.
Huang An was shocked. Did you clean the wound yesterday?
It was stuck together today, and there was so much pus. The infection deep in the wound would be scary to death.
Huang An was frightened for a while, but fortunately he came here by mistake today to show his courtesy, otherwise Hall Master Zhao would have been buried in the coffin at night.
I am afraid that many changes will occur in my journey of practicing martial arts to continue my life.
After calming down, Huang An opened the wound a little wider, and then carefully observed the pus and rotten flesh on both sides of the wound. He couldn't help but shake his head in his heart. It was too serious. In modern times with advanced medicine, this injury is also a serious one.
Major surgery.
Even the hospital's equipment is so bad that I'm afraid I won't be able to save him.
It took Huang An about twenty minutes to look at the main wound areas.
The degree of deterioration still exceeded expectations, and Huang An's face turned dark.
This kind of injury, if applied to an ordinary person, would last even the first seven days.
This Hall Master Zhao can actually persist until now and is still in a coma, which makes Huang An speechless for a while.
No wonder Dr. Xue suggested that he come to the Zhao Family Martial Arts School to learn martial arts to extend his life. The master of the Zhao Family Martial Arts School has such strong vitality that even if he is a little tired from training, he can withstand the progression of cancer.
It is certainly not a problem to live for a few more years. If you are lucky, you may be able to recover.
The miracle of Master Zhao strengthened Huang An's desire to become a disciple and learn martial arts.
However, the top priority now is to ensure that Hall Master Zhao does not die.
If we can't stop the wound from getting worse now, Hall Master Zhao may not be able to survive tonight.
Huang An also felt a pinch. He now had no time or opportunity to go to Earth to search for relevant drugs and surgical instruments.
What's more, even if there is a chance, Huang An will not go to Earth now because his identity will be exposed that time.
Huang An knows what his opportunity represents. Once leaked, there is a small chance that he will die, and there is a high chance that life will be worse than death.
Between the two, Huang An chooses the former.
However, it is not impossible.
Although Huang An is not confident that Hall Master Zhao will recover now, he is 90% sure that the deterioration of the condition can be alleviated now.
In this way, it is okay to let the museum owner hold on for two more days and prepare himself for disguise during the few days he is still alive.
With a decision in his mind, Huang An, an activist, immediately started taking action.