He felt a man looking down at the wound on his left shoulder, and the man's breath was spurting warm on his shoulder.

This person is Tang Yuehua, she is looking at the wound on the man's shoulder at the moment, shouldn't it, smell why it is more serious than the previous wound, I thought that only a thread was needed, but now it seems that it will not work.

He took a strip of cloth and blindfolded the man, and when he put his hand around the back of his head, the man's hand hanging from his knee immediately grabbed her hand.

The young man couldn't see that his strength was quite strong, so she just looked at the hand that grabbed her wrist, and then shook her head at Cui Er in the room, signaling him not to step forward.

There was only the sound of a few people breathing in the room, and the sound of flipping books by the window, and after waiting for a while, Lin Jian'an put his hand down.

"I'm sorry." I knew that I was too nervous just now, but why this doctor's wrist was so slender, as if it could be broken if I used it hard, and it felt a little strange.

She saw the neatly folded clothes on the couch, pulled out the robe underneath, and draped it over the man's body, and the man couldn't help but stiffen his body again, and the muscle lines under the clothes were faintly visible.

She thought that the things she had prepared today were not enough, so she had to go back again, take out the needle and thread in her purse, and steam it in the tea room.

After the things were ready, he returned to the hall and began to remove the threads from the man's wounds, and after more than a month, the threads had grown into the flesh, and it was extremely difficult to pull them out, so he had to cut them again and slowly pick them out.

Without anesthetics, fine beads of sweat have begun to appear on the man's forehead, and he is quite calm at this time, at least the muscles are not so tight, not bad, this person's tolerance is quite strong, she sighed in her heart.

I hope your performance can go on so well, because the skin was cut open, and the knife had begun to seep blood, she wiped it with a cotton cloth without hurry, pressed it for a while, and motioned for Cui Er to come forward to help.

She pushed Cui Er with her elbow and asked him to go out, looking at the wound under the flesh, the flesh and blood inside were blurred, and the most important thing was that the flesh was glued together, and the color looked extremely abnormal, some blackened, it seemed that this person had not stopped since he was injured, knowing that there was an injury on his left shoulder, he had been working harder.

In vain, I was so fortunate to save him at that time, and now the situation is even more serious than before, because the wound is bleeding inside, and the surface of the skin is sewn up, resulting in the accumulation of blood, and the situation at that time is not disinfected in place, and now the infection inside is very serious.

This person can still be calm, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and this person's bones are quite hard.

She picked up a scalpel and removed the carrion from the wound.

Cui Er watched the blood begin to flow, but the person who did it did not see a trace of panic, picked up a scissor-like thing, stretched it into the wound, and closed it one by one, and the flowing blood was intercepted and no longer came out.

Cui Er's mouth grew rarely, and he looked at Tang Yuehua like a fool.

She intently cut and rinsed the wound, the potion running down the man's chest to the indigo trousers, leaving a puddle of marks on them.

Before that, the man's muscles tensed for a while, except for the sweat on his forehead, and at this moment he especially wanted to stand up and walk out, but the person who treated his wound seemed to know what he was thinking, and the man's elbow immediately pressed on his shoulder, preventing himself from standing up.

Cut, rinse, and wipe the blood and potion off the wound with a cotton cloth until the bright red muscles are exposed and the black and red things are no longer visible.

He felt the powder smear on the wound.

Cui Er looked at those small bleeding spots no longer bleeding, the shock in his eyes was difficult to hide, he took a deep look at the little girl in front of him, these medicines are simply miracle medicines, the hemostatic effect is wonderful, if the people of the Dark Guard can have it, they can save their lives at the critical moment.

Who is this apprentice of the master, why does she have such a handful of pharmaceutical skills at such a young age, and those treatment techniques, is she really only ten years old? Cui Er seemed to understand why the master wanted to nest in this small mountain village.

The person sitting on the couch was a little strange, I don't know why this person's movements stopped, is there something wrong? When I looked up, I realized that my eyes were blindfolded and I couldn't see.

And the people who stopped at this moment are thinking about whether they should use those things, what should I do? But what about the blood vessels? In the battle between heaven and man, her exposed eyes and forehead were lumped together for a while, and then stretched out again, and Cui Er was confused.

At last she made up her mind, lifted a small porcelain jar with a clip, took out the thin threads inside, sewed the wound well, and bandaged the wound with those strips of cloth.

She motioned for Cui Er to help him put on his clothes, she went to the desk, began to grind, and wrote down a prescription, and Master Kongming, who was sitting at the top, read the word, frowned imperceptibly, and then looked away.

She looked at the recipe, medicinal materials, dosage, method of boiling, precautions, and nodded, there should be nothing missing.

Oh, by the way, the consultation fee hasn't been written yet, how much is it? She bit the tip of her pen and thought about it, and solemnly added four larger words of "ten taels of silver" to the square. After writing it, I blew it on it, and it was almost done, and it was withdrawn.

Cui Er listened to the voice and walked away, so he untied the strip of cloth on Lin Jian'an's eyes.

As soon as the strip of cloth in his eyes disappeared, Lin Jian'an opened his eyes, and closed them again all of a sudden, his eyes were a little uncomfortable, and he opened them slowly, and there was only one Master Kong Ming sitting on the chair by the window in his sight at the moment, and there was no one else around.

It seems that the person who just treated himself has left, no, it should be hidden, and I listened to the slight breathing sound behind the hall. This person doesn't want to see himself anymore, but the superior people are all due to temper.

He fastened the straps on his clothes and slowly put them on

The clothes were layered on his body, the air was filled with the smell of medicinal herbs, and there was a clammy feeling on his legs.

He walked up to Master Kongming, "I've worked hard today. "It didn't mean anyone, but everyone present knew who it was.

The moment he lowered his head, he saw the papers on the long table, which seemed to have some names written on them?

"That's for you." The master glanced at him.

Lin Jian'an picked it up and looked at it, the words on it were crookedly put together, and he could feel that the person's medical skills were better than those under him, why was it written in one hand......