Chapter 564: Done

In the face of my repeated requests, Yin Pan was reluctant to take the knife from me.

He nonchalantly took the baby from Xia Leng's hands, lifted his foot and patted his back, forcing the newborn, crumpled fat lump of flesh to spit out the amniotic fluid. After the baby spit out the water, his face turned from blue to red, and he cried loudly in a young and loud voice.

It may be this baby's voice that made the Meng family's daughter wake up leisurely.

She may have felt her lower belly being opened, and smiled with relief and downplay: "Thank you...... Thank you for ......."

Then she closed her eyes.

“……”

I don't have time to fight with Yin Pan anymore, even the child has been taken out alive, and I should be responsible for the rest.

I've dried the amniotic fluid from my abdomen with a cloth, wiped off the clutter, and I'm just waiting for it to be stitched up.

Yin Pan brought with him wrapped needles and threads, which had been prepared by him a long time ago and carried with him at any time. Luo Heng also uses threads to suture wounds, but Yin Pan's characteristic threads can be sutured inside the body without needing to be removed.

I took the needle and thread and buried myself in the work.

Sewing together the flesh of a living person that has been cut up, the feeling of a needle piercing into the flesh is so different from silk embroidery.

It may sound scary and bloody, but when you have to face it, it all takes place.

If she didn't do this, the daughter of the Meng family would definitely not be able to live.

If I don't save her, no one can save her.

When I do a good job of psychological construction, my every move has become the key to saving her.

Now, I have to strictly follow Yin Pan's instructions.

I concentrated on embroidering on the flesh and skin, covering the wound as much as possible with the least amount of stitching.

It was also at this time that I regretted why I didn't learn to embroider in the first place.

My embroidery was not very good, and the sewing was crooked, and I almost pierced my hand several times.

"Sew up the bleeding first, don't worry about anything else. Sew it up and it won't bleed. ”

After Yin Pan threw the baby to the summer cold hug, he was there to guide me. For some reason, he consciously withdrew from a certain range, watched from a distance after a few steps, and did not get close.

I sutured the fissure of the birth canal and asked, "Yin Pan, this technique of dissection and retrieving the child is really your own research?" ”

Yin Pan: "It can be counted." ”

Me: "What do you mean by counting?" ”

Yin Pan: "Sometimes you can also find foreign help. ”

Me: "What does that mean?" ”

Yin Pan: "Don't ask me, ask Xiao Wuhua." ”

I was puzzled: "What does it have to do with him?" ”

Yin Pan: "Don't you think he's very powerful?" Balls...... There is no wisdom in this age. ”

I don't understand what he's talking about. Talking to him at this time just lifted my spirits, and when I heard that there was something I couldn't figure out, I didn't bother to think about it.

Finally, the stitching was also completed.

The daughter of the Meng family was dying, her limbs were cold, she had more air out and less air in, but she was not dead.

Yin Pan checked the pulse of the Meng family's daughter, rolled his eyelids, and said, "I don't think eighty percent of them can be saved." ”

I don't know if it's because Yin Pan has seen too much life and death, or if he is so by nature, facing the coma of the Meng family's daughter, he seems particularly ruthless.

After I cleaned the mattress a little, I looked back to find that the summer cold had gone out with the baby in my arms.

I went to the door of my room and looked out.

The mother of the Meng family was holding her granddaughter and teasing, and her outer room was also around to congratulate her. The swaddling clothes are ready, and the nurse is ready. Just waiting for the results of the surgery on my side.

Can the joy of a new birth outweigh the pain of losing a daughter?

Reading is exciting, reading is wonderful!

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