"Here comes the hot water! and the alcohol!"

Song Lianhai rushed back sweating profusely, holding a large bottle of alcohol and a pack of alcohol cotton in his hand, followed by his son with a hot water basin.

"Put it down, go out and wait. ”

Song Ci took out the needle bag and prepared to sterilize.

Song Lianhai's third son took the initiative to come and pick up:

"I'm going to take boiling water and scald the needle and soak it in alcohol, right?

His voice was abnormally hoarse and tight, and his lips were a little white, and he was in a hurry at first glance.

Song Ci glanced at him and felt that this child's father was not bad and quite responsible, so he handed him the needle bag in his hand and did not forget to instruct:

"Disinfection is very important, and if you really get infected, it will be very troublesome. ”

The young man took it solemnly and squatted meticulously to sterilize the needle.

When Mrs. Song saw this posture, it was too late to ask her little granddaughter to leave, she sighed secretly in her heart, washed the blood stains on her hands, hugged her little granddaughter to the kang, and whispered uneasily:

"You just get two stitches, you can't get anything else, don't fool around. ”

Song Ci nodded, reached out and took the pregnant woman's wrist, seemingly taking the pulse, but in fact, she had already injected mental power to plug the bleeding hole in her cervix.

"I know the milk. I would only prick the needle, wait for the teacher's medicine to boil up, and the two prongs will be able to stop the bleeding, and then I have to be sent to the hospital immediately.

By the way, your family is looking for a car, right? Hurry up and get ready, and we'll leave as soon as the bleeding stops. ”

The latter words were addressed to the family.

"I'll go find the car right away!"

Song Lianhai turned his head and ran away again, as if he had no doubt that he could save people.

"The needle is good for poisoning, give!"

Song San'er was holding a white porcelain plate, and the bottom of the plate was covered with a shallow layer of alcohol, which was soaked in dense silver needles, cold and cold like quenched ice.

Song Ci nodded and motioned for him to bring it over.

"Tear off a little alcohol cotton ball and dry the needle for me. ”

Song San'er did so, standing on the side as a temporary assistant.

Song Ci already had a general idea, took the silver needle, and pierced it without hesitation. Follow-up

Well, it's bleeding again, it's her unique method, yes.

The pregnant woman was already in a coma of pain, and this little pain did not respond at all.

Song Ci held a silver needle in his hand and concentrated on transmitting spiritual power into the pregnant woman's body.

Under her mental power detection comparable to B-ultrasound, it was easy to follow the difference in blood flow rate and find two large bleeding openings.

How high a person's blood pressure is, everyone must know.

Heavy bleeding is particularly dangerous, and the difficulty of treatment is also very high, and the old doctors who have accumulated years feel that it is tricky, not to mention Song Ci, an absolute novice who has not even stepped into the threshold of the thatched house?

But stupid people have stupid tricks, and Song Ci doesn't take the usual path.

She didn't know what she would do if she changed to a serious acupuncture and moxibustion national hand, and she didn't know what to do with the situation in front of her, and she didn't know wow.

Now she can only cross the river by feeling the stones.

Fortunately, she has been exploring the mysteries of spiritual power these days, trying to find a way to break through the bottleneck, and she can be said to be extremely proficient in the use of spiritual power.

At this time, she didn't panic at all, and first tried to use her spiritual power to superimpose a certain thickness to cover the two relatively large bleeding wounds.

It's a pity that it's like two sacks thrown into the flood, which were washed away and submerged in an instant, and they didn't work at all.

Song Ci was not discouraged at all, and made persistent efforts, but to no avail.

She decisively changed her thinking, tried to change the mimicry of mental power, and the goal was very clear, to plug the bleeding hole.

It's a pity that the mental and physical resistance ability is very low, and it is washed away by blood pressure, and it is difficult to form for a while.

If you can't do this, half of the blood will be gone!

Song Ci tried new ideas again, and after several experiments, it seemed to have been done by mistake?

She drove her spiritual power to spin at high speed, like a sharp blade cutting through the column of blood, and then kept spinning and clinging to the blood vessel wall.

It really happened!

An invisible thin airflow blocked near the mouth of the first blood, either dissipating or dissolving the rush of blood and successfully blocking the blood!

Song Ci's spirit was shocked, and he hurriedly concocted the same method, and pricked another needle to block another bleeding opening.

The blood no longer flowed out, and she was busy separating a spiritual force, guiding and pushing the blood in the blood vessels, circulating along the original circulatory trajectory, and returning blood to the heart.

"The blood is small!

Song Lianhai's daughter-in-law shouted excitedly, and her old tears were all over her face.