Lin Hui ignored the sarcasm in Mr. Mai's tone, carefully examined the wound, and asked Little Dirk to take off his shirt.

The main reason is that it is not sure whether the different races will make the meridian acupuncture points different. This is a matter of a thousand miles of error, and it is not something that can be achieved by casual calculation.

Therefore, Lin Hui plans to adopt a more conservative method, in addition to the acupuncture points on the arm, acupuncture should also be performed on the large acupoints on the back spine, so that the scope of anesthesia is relatively large. Even if there is a slight difference, it will not even be different from the big hole, after all, they are all humans.

took out the needle bag from his arms, and before opening it, Lin Hui thought of something again, and said with a smile to Mr. Mai: "Since Dirk is a little worried, it is better to cover his eyes, and he won't be too scared if he can't see it." Moreover, lest you go back and say that it is the result of some kind of psychological suggestion. ”

Mr. Mak thought it was a good suggestion, so he brought a triangular scarf over and blindfolded little Dirk's eyes tightly.

When he first heard Lin Hui speak, Little Dirk was obviously very surprised by this "native" who could communicate naturally. However, he was only surprised for a moment, and little Dirk was probably frightened by Mr. Mak's words of "never come to me again", and did not express any objection.

Lin Hui opened the needle bag, glanced at Little Dirk's body that was trembling slightly because of the cold and fear, his eyes suddenly calmed down, his left hand gently pressed Little Dirk's arm, his right hand was raised, and a few golden needles were inserted in a blink of an eye. Then he turned around and inserted two more stitches behind Dirk's back.

Mr. Mak had already risen from his seat and walked around the low table where the refreshments were placed. Standing three feet away from Lin Hui's side, his eyes followed Lin Hui's dancing right hand to move quickly, and from time to time he also checked Little Dirk's reaction.

It's just that little Dirk didn't seem to react, not only did he not react, but he actually twisted his body slightly and asked: "Are there still mosquitoes in such weather?" ”

Lin Hui, who had just straightened up, glared at the young man - but unfortunately the other party was blindfolded and couldn't see.

You're the mosquito!!

Mr. Mak got closer, and he couldn't wait to pinch the meaning of the golden needle.

Of course, Lin Hui saw it: "You can turn these needles slowly, so the effect will be better." ”

As he spoke, Lin Hui twisted the tail of a golden needle and demonstrated it.

As a seasoned healer. Mr. Mak never misses an opportunity to practice. Reached out and tried it on a needle behind the back of little Dirk.

It's harder than you think.

Lin Hui took out another leather bag from her arms, and inside was a small knife of different lengths.

Mr. Mak's eyes are sheng! These knives are extremely sharp at first glance and are sure to be quick to use to treat wounds!

However, this Mr. Lin's movements are not fast at all, they are simply slow.

Lin Hui took a good time to clean the wound. Because it has been inflamed for a few days. The wound was visibly swollen and twisted. Debridement and flattening can only be achieved after suturing.

He took out his purse from his bosom. Taking out the crooked suture needles and sheep intestines, Lin Hui skillfully aligned the wound and took twelve stitches. Some places are deeper, and two layers of sutures are required.

Mr. Mak's eyes seemed to have lost the function of blinking, and his eyes were round, trying to see clearly the delicate stitching and knotting like a butterfly through a flower.

It wasn't until Lin Hui finished everything and began to put away needlework, knives and other things one by one that Mr. Mak realized a problem, a very important one.

Little Dirk has never expressed any pain.

In fact, although blindfolded affects facial expressions very much, it can still be seen that little Dirk's expression is very confused: what about the treatment? Why did you let me take off my clothes and hang here? Obviously, I could feel the aura of Mr. Mai and the other person around me, but they hadn't spoken for a while, what had happened?

Lin Hui didn't have the accessories for the bandage, and she pointed to the wound that had been sewn up by Mr. Mai: "It's troublesome to wrap it in clean gauze, the wound is too long, and it will be healed in at least four or five days." ”

With an illusory expression on his fugue face, Mr. Mak accepted this trick without objection.

The needle is lifted faster than the needle, and the needle is pulled out one by one in reverse order.

With the blindfold removed, little Dirk had not yet recovered from his adaptation to the light when he heard a series of questions from Mr. Mak: "How do you feel?" Does it hurt when you stick the needle? Did the wound hurt just now? What now? ”

In fact, there is no need to ask, Mr. Mak also knows the answer.

Waving his hand for little Dirk to leave, Mr. Mak sat down dejectedly, burying his face between his arms.

Lin Hui also sat back in her previous position, the tea was already cold, so let's drink it. For Mr. Mak, such a subversive thing will certainly take some time to get used to.

At this moment Mr. Mak raised his head sharply, his eyes red, with a certain strange fanaticism.

"Messenger of God! You must be an incarnation of Jesus! So it can turn witchcraft into miracles! Mr. Mak shouted excitedly, and his saliva was about to squirt.

What? This time it was Lin Hui's turn to be stunned. After a long day of busy work, you will directly attribute it to Jesus, is this appropriate?

Lin Hui couldn't help but knock on the low table in front of her, and her knuckles made a clanging sound on the ebony tabletop, expressing her dissatisfaction.

"A tael of silver, please cash in."

Mr. Mak's gaze regained some clarity.

I just flapped my hands in my pockets, but I couldn't find any silver.

"Huh." Mr. Mak laughed dryly, and put his hand in his trouser pocket at a loss, embarrassed to take it out.

Fortunately, the movement outside the door eased Mr. Mak's embarrassment.

Here came little Dirk and another young man in similar costumes.

The young man had the same blue eyes as Little Dirk, his cheeks flushed with excitement, and he said incoherently, "Mr. Mai, Mr. Mai!" Listen to little Dirk, you've found a way to treat without pain! Are you sure?! Are you sure?! Please heal me too! Please! Please heal me! ”

Mr. Mak's face darkened.

The young man realized another meaning, and immediately turned around and pushed little Dirk away: "Thank you for coming with me, Dirk, you go back first." I know the rules, it's a secret, can't be seen, right? Blindfolded, right? ”

As he spoke, the man took out a triangular scarf and consciously blindfolded himself! Groping his hands and walking inside: "Mr. Mai, can you start?" ”

Start your size! Mr. Mak looked like he wanted to hit someone.

Lin Hui hurriedly grabbed Mr. Mai, it would be good to treat one more, she didn't want to have anything to do with miracles, so it was better for Mr. Mai to observe more.

The man's injuries were in the calf, much less severe than Little Dirk's, and he only needed five stitches.

"Can you teach me?" Mr. Mak finally broke free from the conjecture of miracles, and changed to an infinite yearning for "witchcraft": "A tael of silver, no problem!" (To be continued......)