Yan Lin'er subconsciously glanced at the scalpel next to her and asked again: "Qin Fan, are you sure you don't want anesthesia?"
She is a doctor and knows very well that the pain of the upcoming surgery will be unbearable for ordinary people.
Qin Fan nodded firmly and said, "Yes, hurry up and start."
As he said this, Qin Fan turned his head and glanced at Song Bingwen and Song Bingwen next to him.
Then he smiled bitterly and said: "Brother Song, you don't have to hold me down anymore. This reminds me of the time when pigs were being slaughtered in our village, and several men worked together to suppress the slaughter."
When Yan Liner heard this, she smiled and said: "Qin Fan, I didn't expect that your associations are rich enough. You are thinking of killing a pig. Besides, you are not a pig. We are doing surgery."
"Yes, Brother Qin, we'd better help you," Song Bingwen said worriedly.
Qin Fan waved his hand and said: "Brother Song, no need, I'm sure I'll be fine. If I can't stand it anymore, I will call you when the time comes."
After Song Bingwen and Qin Fan heard what Qin Fan said, they couldn't say anything else.
Song Bingwen glanced at Yan Liner subconsciously.
Seeing that Yan Lin'er didn't say anything, he immediately nodded and said yes, and followed Li Deyun and the others out.
When the two of them walked out, Qin Fan lay there and said to Yan Lin'er: "Let's get started."
Yan Lin'er was stunned for a moment, and without saying a word, she finished the other things, turned around and took the two scalpels.
Then he burned the knife on the fire and sterilized it, then looked at the wound and paused for a moment.
Yan Lin'er then warned: "Qin Fan, if the pain is too much for you, just scream."
Now she was even more impressed by Qin Fan.
"Sure," Qin Fan nodded.
Upon hearing this, Yan Liner stood aside and started to pick up the scalpel.
She now had to remove the flesh from the wound.
Cutting off flesh from the body is unbearable for ordinary people.
Yan Lin'er was a little nervous and slowly cut the knife. She was worried that Qin Fan would not be able to bear it all of a sudden.
"hiss"……
Qin Fan took a deep breath, feeling a sharp pain in his heart.
"Does it hurt?" Yan Liner stopped and did not dare to operate the knife.
Qin Fan waved his hand and said, "It's okay, you can go ahead."
Yan Lin'er shook her head and said: "Qin Fan, don't show off. If you really can't bear it, just speak up."
Qin Fan made a sound and looked up at the other party.
Yan Lin'er looked at Qin Fan with contempt, but she wasn't angry either.
She thought to herself that since this guy wasn't afraid, she must not be afraid either. Yan Lin'er immediately calmed down and started to cut her.
The knife rolled over the wound.
Qin Fan lay there, feeling pain in his heart like a weight of ten thousand pounds.
He thought about using spiritual energy to relieve some pain, but he found that he was too weak to mobilize the spiritual energy.
Although Qin Fan sometimes couldn't help but groan in pain, he never moved.
Large chunks of sweat dripped down from his body, making the bedclothes beneath him sticky.
Yan Lin'er also had sweat on her face, but she didn't have time to wipe the sweat away. The tip of the knife was still stirring at the wound.
More than an hour later.
Yan Lin'er breathed a long sigh of relief, then wiped the sweat from her face and put the scalpel on the plate. Now she had almost removed the wound.
"It's over?"
Qin Fan turned pale and asked.
A complicated look flashed in Yan Lin'er's eyes.
She nodded and smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, Qin Fan, it's over. I'll just treat your wound again later."
After saying that, she paused and then said: "Qin Fan, it must have been very painful just now. You survived it for more than an hour. It's really amazing."
Qin Fan smiled bitterly and said nothing.
To be honest, it would be strange if it didn't hurt. Qin Fan felt like he was suffering for just one second, but he knew he had to endure it.
Anesthetics should be used as little as possible.
Qin Fan has always been opposed to things that damage the nervous system.
At this time, Yan Lin'er did not dare to neglect. She then hurriedly took out several powdered medicines and applied them to the wound, and then helped Qin Fan wrap it up with gauze.
Because the quilt under Qin Fan was already soaked and would definitely not be used, she asked another quilt to be made for Qin Fan.
After everything was settled, Yan Lin'er comforted her softly: "Qin Fan, you're fine now. You should take a good rest."
"Okay, thank you," Qin Fan nodded. He didn't have any strength now.
Yan Lin'er pursed her lips and shook her head with a smile. She walked to the door and stopped again. She turned around and looked at Qin Fan, who was lying there and fell asleep from exhaustion.
At this moment, Yan Lin'er suddenly had a different feeling for Qin Fan.
This feeling was something she, a delicate and arrogant girl, had never experienced before.
The Qin Fan in front of her gave her too much shock.
After a slight pause and a few blank glances, Yan Liner turned around and opened the door.
At this time, Song Bingwen and others who had been waiting at the door suddenly came around.
"Doctor Yan, how are you?" Song Bingwen asked hurriedly.
Yan Lin'er looked at everyone's anxious look, nodded and said, "Don't worry, the wound has been treated, and now we just want him to have a good rest."
When Song Bingwen heard this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at Yan Lin'er and said with a smile, "Dr. Yan, thank you for your hard work."
Yan Lin'er shook her head and said, "I'm not working hard, but your brother is working too hard. It's really shocking."
Yan Liner pointed to the surgical tray and said, "I used a scalpel to remove all the necrotic flesh from the wound. He didn't even move for more than an hour."
"What!"
"He didn't even move!"
Everyone looked shocked.
Li Deyun shook his head and exclaimed: "It's really amazing. Dr. Qin can actually endure it. If it were me, let alone more than an hour, I probably wouldn't be able to endure it for ten minutes."
They are inevitably injured when performing tasks, so they know the feeling of the scalpel, let alone this kind of surgery.
Song Bingwen nodded and said: "So, my brother is so stubborn that he can survive in the mountains for a month. If this were the case, everyone else would definitely be doomed."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Yan Lin'er raised her head and looked at everyone and said, "Okay, don't stop at the door. Let Qin Fan have a good rest. You can see him again when he wakes up."
Song Bingwen nodded and said yes, then waved his hand and said: "Shut up, all of you, don't disturb my brother's rest, go and talk elsewhere."
Then several people turned around and followed Song Bingwen to other tents.
Yan Lin'er wrote a prescription for Qin Fan, and then asked Li Deyun to send someone to get the medicine.
Then she went to another tent, and her clothes were soaked.
But the conditions here are limited, and you definitely can't take a bath or anything like that.
Yan Lin'er simply put on her usual loose short-sleeved clothes, washed her face, and then rested for a while.
When she woke up, the soldiers had just bought Chinese medicine, and she was going to prepare the medicine for Qin Fan herself.
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