Cheng Qing's hands were also trembling.

The strong smell of blood made her want to vomit.

She is not a surgeon.

She has never studied medicine.

She only knows a little bit of medical knowledge. In the era of information explosion, as long as you use a little snack, anyone can get it... Cheng Qing didn't expect that one day she would use these common sense to save people.

There is no way, you can do it as a dead horse.

Wuhan University is still breathing a sigh of relief now, maybe she just listened to her words.

Wuhan University has the desire to survive, so Cheng Qing certainly needs to fulfill it!

If she gave up, the injury of Wuhan University would be sentenced to death immediately. In ancient times, doctors were good at internal medicine but not surgery. The golden sore medicine could not stop the blood. They would burn the soldering iron to burn it. - Wu University was injured so large, how should the soldering iron be burned?

Cheng Qing endured the nausea and sterilized Wu Da's intestines and stuffed them back into his stomach. He touched the intestines with his hand. It seemed that it was not broken. The only thing that was cut was the lower abdomen. The thick cotton coat blocked part of the damage for Wu Da.

If the abdominal organs are ruptured, the chance of survival will be even lower. Cheng Qing will not do surgery after all, and she doesn't know how to sew the internal organs, and there is abdominal contamination...

The white cotton cloth and needlework were soaked in wine, and the white cotton cloth Cheng Qing put into his abdominal cavity will dye it red as much as he put.

Cheng Qing's eyes are red, try to be calm:

"Xiaopan, you wash your hands with wine, and then use needles and thread to sew the wounds on his stomach. It's not about sewing skins, but about sewing flesh. The needles need to be pierced through, and the sewing should be fast and good. It doesn't matter whether it's beautiful or not. We are racing against the King of Hell now. Do you dare?"

Do you dare?

Xiaopan's hands were shaking violently.

She is just a teenage girl.

The most terrible thing I have ever experienced in my life is going hungry.

She used to consider how to repay He Wan, but now she is thinking about not letting He Wan down and taking good care of Cheng Qing.

Ask her to use a needle to sew the flesh on Wu Da’s belly?

She dared not!

But if you don’t sew, will Wuhan University be dead?

Wuhan University usually doesn’t talk much, but no matter who asks him to help, he will agree. Xiaopan can’t watch such a good person die.

"I, I dare, Master, I'll sew!"

Xiaopan trembled and picked up the needle and thread.

Cheng Hui suddenly squeezed forward, "Xiao Lang, let me come too!"

Xiao Pan's needlework is sloppy, and the part he is good at is not originally needlework.

But Cheng Hui's needlework is very good.

When the Cheng family first returned to Nanyi, they were short of money. Cheng Hui and Liu family worked together to do embroidery work to supplement their family income.

Cheng Hui didn't dare to look at Dong Jinqiu when she said this. She was the young lady of the Dong family and had to have skin contact with a man in public. What would Dong Jinqiu think?

I can't care about it anymore.

Although Wuhan University was a servant, it tried its best to protect Cheng Qing.

In Cheng Hui's heart, the weight of his younger brother Cheng Qing is overwhelming her newlywed husband Dong Jinqiu. This is not unfair to Dong Jinqiu. Cheng Hui regards Cheng Qing as more important than herself.

Without her, Cheng Qing will take good care of Liu, Erniang and Sanniang.

Without Cheng Qing, where should the four women of the Cheng family go?!

Cheng Hui picked up the needle and thread and squatted to Wu Da's side. "I sewed the wound on my stomach, and the other ones in the little pan."

Xiaopan glanced at Cheng Hui with gratitude.

It’s not called Xiao Pan’s intestines, Xiao Pan has more courage.

Cheng Qing made a quick decision and asked them to sew the wound on their stomach and the big wound on their backs first.

The quilt from Wuhan University was cut and peeled off, and the cloth strips that had been wrapped before were also uncovered. Before the sewing was done, Cheng Qing used the liquor to rinse the wounds.

On December night, the capital is naturally cold.

The doctor dared not say that he could not save him, so he reached out to explore Wu Da's pulse.

Very weak.

But there is indeed.

At this time, the servants of the Dong family came with a soup bowl, and the fragrance of medicine was everywhere. The doctor looked at the half ginseng lying in the bowl [Biqudao        www.biqudao.info], and his heart was bleeding.

Where did you use so many?

The heat for decoction is not enough.

But now I can't care so much.
Chapter completed!