Luo Ziling looked at Falcon's ulcerated arm wound, then cut open his pants with scissors. After carefully examining the injury, he turned to tell Lin Lan: "I can't guarantee it, but I will try my best to treat him."
Luo Ziling learned more about why Lin Lan and Falcon came to him for treatment instead of returning to the base or going to the hospital.
Whether you go back to the base and receive treatment from the military doctors there, or go to the hospital, it is impossible to completely restore the functions of your hands and legs, because with that kind of treatment, it is impossible to fully restore the functions of the nerves and muscles that have been damaged.
Lin Lan's gunshot wound last time, if treated with conventional hospital treatment, it would be impossible to fully recover the function, and there would definitely be sequelae.
After all, when a bullet penetrates the body, the huge penetrating wound causes very great damage. The nearby nerves and muscles are severely damaged. It is not possible to restore complete functions according to conventional medical methods.
But Luo Ziling brought a miracle to Lin Lan. Although Lin Lan's injured part has not fully recovered to its original appearance, it has almost recovered. As long as it takes time, there will not be much difference from the original function.
Precisely because Lin Lan's own injuries had such a healing effect, this woman came to him with her wounded comrades.
"Thank you," Lin Lan said thank you in a low voice without asking any questions.
At this time, Falcon also spoke: "Please help me heal my injury. I don't want to leave Longteng."
When Falcon said this, he looked at Luo Ziling with hopeful eyes.
This look shocked Luo Ziling's heart. He nodded heavily and said, "I will try my best to treat you. Your injury is not as serious as hers last time."
While speaking, Luo Ziling pointed at Lin Lan.
Luo Ziling's words inspired both Lin Lan and Falcon.
"Do you need my help?" Lin Lan's voice was rare and gentle.
"Stand by my side. When you need help, I will give you orders." Luo Ziling said, motioning Falcon to lie down, and then cut off all the pants from the wound on his leg.
The wound on Falcon's leg was no longer bleeding. Looking at the scar, Luo Ziling knew that it was the medicine he gave to Lin Lan.
The lights in the hotel room were not too bright, but Lin Lan was prepared and used a lighting device that Luo Ziling didn't know what it was to provide bright lights.
Everything was ready, and Luo Ziling started to get bullets for the Falcon.
With the self-prepared medicine and acupuncture anesthesia, Falcon quickly lost the feeling near his injured leg.
Luo Ziling put on disposable gloves and used tweezers and scissors to remove bullets from the falcon.
Soon, the blood flowing out stained the white sheets red, but Luo Ziling didn't care about it.
"It's lucky that this bullet came from a long distance away, otherwise this leg would be useless," Falcon, who was lying and letting Luo Ziling toss around, said softly. "The bullets of the sniper rifle, a thousand
He was hit meters away."
Luo Ziling didn't know much about firearms, but he knew that the power of a firearm was inversely proportional to its range. If it was hit a thousand meters away, the power of the bullet would also be reduced by a large amount.
The damage caused by the bullet in Falcon's leg was indeed not as serious as Lin Lan's last time. This was the conclusion Luo Ziling came to before the operation. He still made this conclusion when he took out the bullet.
After spending about three minutes, Luo Ziling took out the bullet and threw it directly into a cup that Lin Lan brought over.
At this time, Luo Ziling's body was covered in sweat.
But he didn't bother to wipe it and quickly dealt with the aftermath.
Clean the wound, apply medicine to the wound, and finally tie the wound tightly to help the wound heal as quickly as possible.
After doing this, a bandage was tied on the Falcon's leg.
"This is bought from the drugstore," Luo Ziling said with a smile while tying a bandage on the Falcon: "It's much better than the bandages we made ourselves."
But no one paid attention to his words. Lin Lan sat aside with a solemn expression, holding Falcon's legs to prevent him from moving around.
Falcon closed his eyes, as if sleeping, and allowed Luo Ziling to toss him around without making any sound or moving his body.
Seeing that Luo Ziling's forehead was covered with sweat, Lin Lan actually took out a tissue and wiped the sweat for him.
"Thank you," Luo Ziling smiled and thanked Lin Lan.
Lin Lan didn't reply, just looked at him seriously.
But Luo Ziling didn't understand what her look meant.
It took about half an hour to remove the bullet from Falcon's leg and then treat the wound. After Luo Ziling took a short rest, he began to treat the wound on his hand.
The injury has not healed yet. When Luo Ziling did these things, he felt obviously tired and the injured area hurt a little.
But he ignored it and continued to treat the Falcon's injuries.
The wound on the hand is relatively easy to treat, but Luo Ziling knows that it is not easy to restore the full function of the arm.
No matter how much you repair something, including human organs and tissues, it can never function as well as the original.
All Luo Ziling can do is to restore these injured parts to the best possible condition.
It took about half an hour to remove the dirt and repair the muscle bundles before all the injuries on Falcon's body were treated.
At this time, Luo Ziling's body was soaked with sweat and he felt sleepy.
"I'll take a rest first, I'm exhausted," Luo Ziling fell to the ground and was too lazy to get up.
Seeing Lin Lan looking at him with concern, Luo Ziling said with a smile: "Falcon is fine, let him have a good sleep and don't disturb him. Let me rest first, and then I will treat your wound."
"
While treating the wound on his hand, Luo Ziling finally pressed a few acupuncture points to make Falcon fall asleep.
"Okay," Lin Lan agreed and sat next to Luo Ziling. She didn't say anything, but just looked at him quietly.
At this time, Lin Lan's eyes were very different from his usual indifferent look, and seemed a little tender.
Luo Ziling thought it was because of the lighting, and since he was very tired, he didn't pay much attention.
After lying on the ground and resting for about five minutes, Luo Ziling sat up and said to Lin Lan seriously: "Where is your injury?"
"On the butt." When answering Luo Ziling's question, Lin Lan was a little shy.
"Uh, no?" Luo Ziling was a little embarrassed. Why were Lin Lan's injured parts so strange?
Last time it was on the chest and thighs, this time it was on the buttocks.
Could it be that when her enemies fought against her, they all had ulterior motives and went to her vaginal parts to greet her.
"I was stabbed," Lin Lan no longer felt shy, "If you find it inconvenient to handle it, it doesn't matter if I go back to the base and handle it."
"Let's go, I'll help you handle it," Luo Ziling stood up.
Lin Lan also stood up and asked softly: "Where?"
"On the sofa outside!" Luo Ziling pointed outside the room.
When looking for a room, he wisely asked for a suite with a living room outside.
"Okay," Lin Lan followed him out obediently.
After walking out, she began to unbutton her leather pants.