Wang Hu was lying on the bed, although he was still a little pale because of weakness, but his spirit at this time was much better than last night, hearing Ah Zi speak, he nodded calmly, his eyes looked straight at Ah Zi, as if telling her, don't worry.

Ah Zi raised his head and met Tang Yinzhong's gaze, and both of them smiled shallowly.

Turning his head and looking at Wang Hu's leg lying flat on the side of the bed at this time, Ah Zi put away his smile, stretched out his hand, and said, "Count the second knife on the right." ”

Tang Yinzhong skillfully found the knife about a palm-long as if he had rehearsed it in advance, and handed it to Ah Zi's hand.

Seeing the movements of Ah Zi's hand, Tang Yinzhong hurriedly stepped forward, tightly fixed Wang Hu's shoulder with his hand, and said in a low voice: "Brother Wang, I may have to be patient." ”

Although Ah Zi's eyes never moved away from the broken leg, Tang Yinzhong's every move came into her ears, and she was still light in her heart, grateful for Tang Yinzhong's professionalism and carefulness.

The blade slashed across the flesh pierced by the broken leg bone, and she clearly felt Wang Hu's body shake violently, but she never made any sound.

Knowing that it was a soldier's habit to make the patient under her knife work hard to endure at this time, Ah Zi added a little admiration, but she knew that every step of the bone grafting process was crucial, and she couldn't delay for a moment, so after quickly getting used to the touch of the knife in her hand cutting through the flesh, Ah Zi sped up the movements in her hand.

After a night, although Ah Zi had tried to suppress the infection in her legs, she still could not avoid the ulceration of the flesh around the broken flesh, and she turned her wrist to let the knife cut through the erosive blue and purple skin.

The skin at the most superficial layer was originally the most sensitive place to pain, but at this moment it had to be cut off in the most direct way, such torture, even if it was a man like Wang Hu, although he had several bottles of liquor in his stomach before, and his limbs were already a little numb, he still couldn't stop him from trembling violently at this time.

Seeing that Wang Hu held his breath, his fists were clenched, his nails were tightly embedded in his palms, and his teeth were clenched, but his mixed clothes were still quickly soaked with sweat, and beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead.

"Brother Wang, if you really can't help it, you can shout it, it will be better to shout it." Tang Yin was a little unbearable, and said softly.

"I didn't ...... It's okay. ”

Wang Hu simply spit out two words, but as if he had exhausted all his strength, his voice was as small as wheezing, his face was so pale that it was almost transparent, and his eyes were a little scattered.

Tang Yinzhong looked in the direction of Ah Zi, and saw that she was still holding the knife firmly around Wang Hu's fibula, knowing that it would be too unwise to interrupt her at this time, but seeing Wang Hu's current appearance, his body was already weak, and he had to endure severe pain in his legs, he sighed, stretched out a hand to pick up the wine bottle placed next to the bed, and brought it to Wang Hu's mouth, motioning him to drink it.

Wang Hu poured the whole bottle of wine in two by three, and the burning sensation went all the way down his throat and spread to his whole body, and he suddenly felt a sense of relief, and the pain in his legs became dull.

Although Ah Zi never stopped the movements in her hands, she was also clear about the movements around her, knowing how difficult it was for Wang Hu to endure everything at this time, although she was anxious, she also knew that only by stabilizing the knife in her hand and doing every step perfectly, could she help Wang Hu get out of the current predicament faster.

So the more anxious and nervous she was, the more calm the movements of her hands became, and her forehead was already covered with a layer of fine sweat, but there was no trace of vanity under her hands.

Finally got rid of the carrion, Ah Zi moved his wrist slightly, relaxed for a moment, then straightened up, supported the wound with one hand, and handed the knife out with the other.

Tang Yinzhong hurriedly stepped forward to take the knife, and subconsciously picked up another bottle of burning knife and sent it to Ah Zi.

Ah Zi's fingers touched the cold wine bottle, and he was startled, and when he turned his head suddenly, he saw Tang Yinzhong grinning at him.

Only then did she suddenly come back to her senses.

I have not been struggling alone.

Ah Zhong has been silently watching her by his side and helping her.

Thinking of this, she unconsciously warmed her heart, smiled shallowly at Ah Zhonghui, hurriedly took the wine bottle, turned her head and applied it around the wound that had just been cut, and then paused.

After only a brief hesitation, Tang Yinzhong understood what was going to happen next, and hurriedly retreated to Wang Hu's side in three or two steps, and his hands fell on his shoulders again.

Wang Hu, who was half-lying on the bed, was stunned for a while, looked up at Tang Yinzhong, and didn't understand what was happening.

But then there was a piercing pain in his leg, and he couldn't bear it anymore, his body stiffened, and he let out a long howl when he looked up to the sky.

Hearing such a roar that resounded throughout the fir, no matter how Ah Zi suppressed the timidity in his chest, he couldn't hold it at this time, although he used all his strength to stabilize the movements in his hand, and finally broke the broken fibula back into place, and tightened the crack, but he still couldn't control the sweat soaking through the dress, and the ** under the small jacket had already been attached to his body.

At some point, the sweat on her forehead had rained down her cheeks and eyebrows, and her vision was blurred a little.

However, she couldn't stop at this time, or else she would have lost all her efforts......

A soft forehead handkerchief gently brushed her forehead and cheeks at some point, silently clearing the obstacles in front of her.

Ah Zi turned his head and smiled gratefully at Tang Yinzhong.

But then she saw Wang Hu, who had fainted from severe pain beside him, she put away her smile and said to Ah Zhong: "Help me fix the splint." ”

Tang Yinzhong nodded, picked up the two wooden planks that he had prepared overnight last night, burned them on the stove briefly, and brought them to Ah Zi.

Under Ah Zi's instructions, Tang Yinzhong tried to fix the deck in the direction of Wang Hu's legs, and then waited cautiously to the side.

After making sure that Ah Zhong was fixed, Ah Zi turned around and picked up the pre-prepared crochet and fishing line, passed them over the small stove, and then began to stitch up the wound.

After the first few difficult steps, this last step seems to be easy. In less than a single pillar of incense, two fine and neat stitches appeared on Wang Hu's calves, tightly wrapping the original bright red flesh inside.

Cutting the back of the fishing line, Ah Zi straightened up, let out a long breath, and then looked at Ah Zhong with a slightly tired smile.

Seeing that such a thrilling treatment process was finally over, and facing this girl who was far stronger than many men although she looked weak-minded, Tang Yinzhong did not have Ah Zi's reserve at all, so he simply stepped forward in three or two steps and hugged Ah Zi tightly in his arms.