"Yes, Shi Lao." The shadow that had been following him came out and silently pulled down the clothes of his injured left arm for him, revealing the hideous wound where the flesh had been opened.
The old man spoke slowly: "My left arm was scratched by a bullet. Please help me clean the wound first."
"Yes, Theron." The doctor felt the pressure, Open the medical kit you brought and quickly find disinfectant, cotton, etc. from it.
Who knew that before he could take action, someone held his arm down.
The doctor raised his head without knowing what was going on, and then he dared to look at her for the second time since he came in. He spoke cautiously: "Theron?"
The old man's eyes were like sharp knives out of their sheaths, sharp and cold, as if they could cut everything in an instant. He looked at him for a moment and looked back, and said lightly, "There is a medicine box here. Use my things."
The doctor was shocked and understood. He immediately put down the disinfectant and cotton swab clip in his hand, and responded repeatedly, "Yes, I am too anxious to treat your wound."
No one answered him.
The atmosphere became more solemn.
Fortunately, the person who went to get the medicine box came back quickly.
The man in black placed a three-layer medicine box in front of the doctor and said hoarsely, "It contains disinfectant, tweezers, cotton gauze, penicillin and other emergency medical equipment."
"Okay, okay." "The doctor opened the box and checked it quickly, and found that, as he said, the medicines inside were very comprehensive, basically sufficient for various emergencies. There were also cardiac medicines such as Suxiao Jiuxin Pills on the first floor. .
He didn’t dare to look more. He just took out the debridement equipment and potions that needed to be used from the lower floor and started working. He said in a low voice, "... Theron, the potions will be a little bit when they go up. It hurts." The old man didn't seem to care and said "yes" casually.
The doctor had sticky sweat on the tip of his nose, and the clothes on his back were soaked with sweat. He was extremely focused, not daring to slack off at all, and carefully He first cleaned the area around the wound, then used tweezers to pick up the black rotten flesh burned by gunpowder smoke, and whispered again, "In order to avoid wound infection, I will simply treat the rotten flesh for you first. If you don't deal with it, , the subsequent wounds are prone to suppuration.”
“You do it.” The old man spoke again without even raising his eyelids.
The doctor didn't say it would hurt anymore, and hurriedly found a complete set of unused disposable scalpels from the medicine box.
Because these had already been disinfected, he didn’t bother to sterilize the instruments again. He selected the ones he wanted to use and concentrated on picking out those that needed to be dealt with urgently for the old man. Burns, picking apart the rolled flesh.
The whole process was bloody and ferocious, and bystanders could feel the pain every time the scissors cut away the necrotic tissue just by watching it.
Except for his ugly face, the old man couldn't see anything strange.
Finally, the doctor finished dealing with the necrotic tissue, debrided and anti-inflammed him again, and quickly completed the bandaging.
He found penicillin from the medicine box, popped open the glass on top of the bottle, used a syringe to extract the medicine, and gave the old man an injection.
After he finished doing this calmly, he finally put the used syringe back into the medicine box as if he could breathe fresh air, stood up and stood one step away.
He didn't even dare to ask why the old man was injured, and who dared to shoot Theron. He followed the rules he learned when he was selected to be the accompanying doctor - don't ask, don't talk nonsense. Be a qualified mute. (End of this chapter)