After a while, Shi Nian came back with an arm-long strip of mutton, "It's just a coincidence, there is still a piece of meat left, with skin, if it weren't for Mu Qing to use it, Ding Gang Tou wouldn't give it!" ”

Mu Qingli smiled slightly, "I'll thank him another day." ”

Mu Qingli motioned for Shi Nian to find something to cushion and put on the table, then she took out the war knife at her waist and cut heavily on the thick skin of the flesh, and a wound two fingers deep and about one finger long was created, "Mu Lao, it's up to you next." ”

Mu Lao nodded, picked up the stitches and a sheep intestine, and after putting them on, he took a deep breath and began to stitch them together. The first time he got started, knowing that it was a piece of dead meat, Mu Lao's hand still couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Mu Qingli reminded from time to time that the position of the needle was deep, or the wound was not aligned, and after tossing down, an ugly suture crawling by a centipede appeared on the meat strip, which was really abrupt.

Mu Lao wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed: "The old man originally thought that this stitching was simple and easy to understand, but who knew that it would take so much effort to really get started. ”

Mu Qingli was also nervous by Mu Lao's unskilled operation techniques, she exhaled and said with a smile: "Mu Lao only needs to remember, first, the wound must stop bleeding completely, second, the wound must be aligned when suturing, and third, the position of the suture, which is the layer on the surface of the skin, don't sew it into the flesh, practice more, I believe that Mu Lao will be able to get it right soon." ”

Mu Lao stroked his beard and nodded in agreement: "The old man understands." ”

At this time, Shi Nian, who had been silent, said coldly: "If the wound is stitched up with stitches like this, how painful it must be for that person......" He just imagined the "hissing" sound of the needle shuttling back and forth in the flesh and skin, and the needle and thread pulling back and forth, the scalp was numb, and goosebumps all over the body!

Mu Qingli and Mu Lao glanced at each other: ............

"Could it be...... Don't you have hemp boiling? Mu Qingli held her forehead, and suddenly she didn't want to hear the answer.

"Hemp boils...... What is it? ”

Really......

"Elder Mu, how do you usually relieve the pain?"

I don't know why, at this moment, facing Mu Qingli Mu Lao was a little weak, "This ...... The old man is not talented, I have been looking through medical books, and there has been no painkiller prescription, but there are individual herbs that have a little pain-relieving effect, but the effect is very small, so I ......"

The black line on Mu Qingli's forehead deepened. What kind of mysterious era is this, paper has been invented, but it doesn't know the most basic frying salt, and medical skills seem to be in its infancy, but she is not Ling, and she doesn't know how to break it!

Mu Qingli bit her lower lip tightly, trying to remember if Ling had told her this.

"Haha, if I were to travel back in time, I can guarantee that the medical skills of the entire country would definitely be as top-notch as a mountain! When the time comes, I will be a little fairy for the benefit of all mankind, oh ho ho~"

"Woman, you see, a genius like me who is an all-round genius in Chinese and Western medicine, why hasn't he crossed it, as long as I cross, the custody will be very prosperous!"

Mu Qingli held her forehead, she couldn't think about it anymore, the more she thought about it, the more she thought about these unnutritious topics.

"It seems that the wounded can only be stunned when there are stitches......"

The night was dark, Mu Qingli and Shi Nian said goodbye to Mu Lao and dispersed.

What Mu Qingli didn't know was that after they left, Mu Lao kept holding on to the strip of meat, repeatedly disassembling and practicing stitching, until the whole piece of meat skin could no longer be used......

At the same time, in the tent of the three princes of Xianbei Kingdom, Wahe Vegeta put a secret letter on the candle flame and burned it, and his golden eyes were full of gloom: "Mu Qing ......"