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Fortunately, he is now unconscious, so there is no need to worry about the person moving around without anesthesia. Surgery on the heart, he was afraid that he would bleed profusely if he struggled.

"Knives."

Hearing Cui Yan's words, Xiao Yu hurriedly handed over the knife.

Seeing Xiao Yu's outstretched hand, the knife was still stained with cloth shavings, Cui Yan frowned, "Clean the knife." Also, don't point the knife at me. ”

Fortunately, she turned around, if she took it directly, she would definitely be hurt.

Normally, when doing surgery, in order to avoid infection, this kind of used knife will not be used continuously, but now there is no way, resources are limited.

Xiao Yu hurriedly did what Cui Yan said, Cui Yan took the knife and half-squatted on the chest of Ye Wuya.

Cui Yan was busy with herself, and Xiao Yu had half a point of leisure, so she looked at her.

It was also at this time that Xiao Yu knew how wonderful Cui Yan's preparations were before. She was so close to Night's Endless wound that her entire face was almost on it. The sleeves are tied with cloth straps to avoid wounds caused by your own clothes, and the movements become more neat.

As for these oil lamps, it is even better, although it is late at night, Cui Yan's hands can't show a shadow at all, don't worry about blocking the light because of the movements in your hands, although it is not very bright, but you can see the shape of the wound.

She held a cloth in her left hand and a knife in her right hand, digging carefully. Compared to the way they treat their wounds, Cui Yan is completely like a skilled sculptor, meticulously carving a beautiful work of art.

The yellowed oil lamp gilded Cui Yan's clear face with a faint golden light, and she was as holy and noble as a fairy in an ancient painting. Her expression is so serious and meticulous, just like in this world, all the disturbances can't attract her attention.

In her eyes, there was only the night in bed.

If there is a woman in this world who can do this to herself, even if she dies, it is worth nAd1 (

He suddenly wanted to be the only one in her eyes.

Phew!

Is he a demonic barrier, and he envies the night that is about to die.

"Plates."

“？”

Cui Yan's brows sank, and the untrained assistant was really useless.

She patiently went on to explain, "I'm going to draw my sword, and I need to stop the bleeding immediately. The third bottle at the head of the bed was a hemostatic medicine, and I poured it out, spread it evenly on the gauze, and put it in my hand. Cui Yan pressed the wound of the night and ordered.

After Xiao Yu got it done, Cui Yan pulled out the sword with a lot of strength in her hand.

Throwing the sword to the ground, the other hand quickly took the gauze stained with ointment, and after a while, Xiao Yu's bleeding stopped.

Although the bleeding has stopped on the outside, it still needs to be sutured.

Can't count on the needle and thread here, Cui Yan washed her hands, took off the earrings, twisted it hard, the pendant was torn off, and a few strands of hair were pulled, squatting on the side of the bed and sewing them carefully.

Xiao Yu was so shocked that her jaw was about to drop, what was she doing, stitching up the wound, and the wound could still be stitched?

Although she lit a lot of lamps, they were all oil lamps, and the lights were not very strong, and her eyes seemed to be a little tired, and the earrings were a little uncomfortable to use, and she looked a little clumsy.

Xiao Yu's heart tightened, and she suddenly wanted to reach out and brush the broken hair from her ears for her, and wipe the fine sweat from her forehead for her.

Her small face is tightened, her eyebrows are slightly frowned, and at this moment, she is so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.

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