After Cui Yan's last science popularization, he probably knows what this disinfection is all about. It just so happens that today I can take this opportunity to take a good look at it.

Cui Yan turned away from the green hosta and put the thin knife into the spirits.

Xiao Yu sank her eyes, thinking that if she had the opportunity in the future, she would prepare two more knives. It is difficult to polish it so thinly, but with his identity and ability, it is not difficult to do it.

"Whew......" Cui Yan exhaled a long breath, walked to the table, and picked up the scissors.

This situation is familiar.

She seems to have returned to her previous life, the days of curing diseases with one hand and refining medicine to save people with the other.

Gauze was used to tie the top of his thighs, and then carefully cut open the storage tube, revealing bloody thighs.

"Green bottle."

Cui Yan habitually stretched out her hand, Xiao Yu was stunned for a moment, took out the cyan bottle in the medicine box, uncorked it and handed it to Cui Yan.

Cui Yan took the medicine and glanced at Xiao Yu in surprise. Is it because of the reason that I worked together once, so smooth?

The powder was sprinkled on the wound, and as the powder scattered, the flesh and blood made a "stinging" sound, and Chengba snorted in pain. He jerked himself up and fell down again.

Cui Yan's face remained unchanged, and the action of sprinkling medicine on her hands did not stop for half a minute.

It's best to faint and save the process of using another anesthetic.

After sprinkling the hemostatic medicine, he untied the strap that tied the artery on it, wiped it clean around Chengba's wound with gauze, and coldly said his judgment: "The surrounding tissues are necrotic, and the limb needs to be amputated." ”

"Amputation!" Xiao Yu exclaimed.

He knew that Chengba was seriously injured, but he didn't expect it to reach the point of amputation.

"It's been too long." If it had been earlier, there might have been room for redemption.

"Does it have to be so?" Xiao Yu asked.

Cheng is only twelve years old!

"If I amputate my leg, I have a ninety percent chance of winning, and if I keep this leg, I have less than a one percent chance of winning." Cui Yan said with reservations.

In fact, if it is amputated, she has a 10% chance of winning, but the words cannot be said to be too absolute, and no one can guarantee the existence of accidents.

Less than one percent!

Xiao Yu clenched his fists, unable to believe this result.

"Make a decision as soon as possible." Cui Yan said that the longer it drags on, the more detrimental it will be to Chengba.

Xiao Yu lowered his eyes, his eyes shimmered, and the waves in his eyes flowed.

Mentally speaking, he wants Seihachi to live, even if he does whatever it takes, he wants him to survive.

However, Cheng Ba was only twelve years old, and he couldn't believe how he would live in the future if he lost his legs. Chengba has always been strong, if he wakes up and finds that his leg is gone, I don't know what stupid things he will do.

Compare his heart to himself, if he is the one who has to make a choice today, he would rather not want his life than save these legs.

Yes, nothing is more important than being alive. But what's the point of living if you're like a cripple? It's better to gamble with all your might!

******

Friends, it's on the shelves tomorrow, everyone who has money will hold a money field, reward a few gold coins, and comment a few words if you don't have money to increase your popularity.

The poor monk is polite!

Carefully calculated, I have dug more than a dozen pits one after another, none of them have been filled, and there is one god of the pit for ten thousand years, and I am sad myself.

When I say that I am a god of pits, some of my friends are about to leave. However, the monk decided to get a vaccination first.

I'm a part-time writer, and I usually have a lot of work, and I often have to stay up late.

I really can't work overtime, go back to the dormitory and toss desperately until two or three o'clock in the evening, face the dismal income, face the endless abuse, and then comfort myself that this is just interest.

The holy monk is also a human being, and he will also need everyone's care. So, please don't skimp on your encouragement.

I'm going to try to fill in the holes one by one, like this one.

Finally, attach the genuine readership: Daughter Country: 305019126.