Deng Hao saw that the doctor brought a man who was not big, with a black face and a full beard.

"Ghost doctor, he's a ghost doctor. is very famous in the black market, and he cured Old Lady Tang's old illness. Ordinary people can't invite it. "The doctor can't wait to lift Shu Yin to the sky.

Shu Yin was a little embarrassed, and stroked her hair with her hand to cover her face, "Where is the patient?" ”

Deng Hao and the guard glanced at each other, this man's face is so obscene, where does he look like a famous doctor?

"Where's the patient!" Deng Hao and the others looked at her vigorously, but they didn't take her to see Yan Xiaoji, Shu Yin glared.

"Ah, here and here." Deng Hao came to his senses, led the way in front, grabbed the doctor, and muttered in a low voice, "Are you sure that his medical skills are excellent?" ”

"He is the most famous among the black doctors, although he doesn't shoot much, but every time he is seriously injured."

Deng Hao turned his head and glanced at the ghost doctor behind him with a suspicious expression, and he couldn't see that this person had excellent medical skills.

Shu Yin felt Deng Hao's gaze and glared at him.

Deng Hao was stunned, why is there a sense of familiarity?

"The young marshal has been having a high fever." Deng Hao opened the door, Shu Yin went straight past him to the side of the bed, lifted Yan Xiaoji's quilt, took out his arm, and felt the pulse carefully.

Deng Hao watched his movements, his eyebrows twisted, how did this action feel very mature?

After listening to the pulse, Shu Yin took out the mask in the medicine box, took off the glasses, cleaned her hands with alcohol, and just wanted to stretch her hand towards Yan Xiaoji's wound.

Suddenly, he paused, turned his head, and asked seriously, "Excuse me, where is the wound?" ”

The doctor and Deng Hao were both looking at Yan Xiaojie nervously, and they didn't notice Shu Yin hiding their embarrassment for a while.

"Oh, it's here." The doctor hurriedly stepped forward to untie Yan Xiaoji's clothes and gently uncovered the gauze on the wound on his chest.

Shu Yin's eyebrows furrowed, and she gritted her teeth, this guy's new injury is in the position of the old injury, which has increased the danger, and he tosses all day long, tearing back and forth, affecting the healing of the wound, and it is raining!

"Hmph, you deserve it." Shu Yin muttered quietly.

"What?" Deng Hao's ears were sharp, and he glared at Shu Yin viciously.

Shu Yin made a straight face, "I don't deserve it, and I won't be invited, I don't usually come out." ”

Deng Hao was speechless.

"Hurry up. The young marshal has had a high fever for a whole day. "The doctor is in a bit of a hurry.

"Go outside and put a basin of snow water to melt and twist a towel." While teaching, Shu Yin carefully examined the wound, the wound began to suppurate, and with a gentle pressure with her fingers, pus flowed out.

"It's been a gunshot wound for several days, but there has been pus coming out of it, maybe there is shrapnel in it."

"Impossible!" Shu Yin blurted out.

Just kidding, how could there be shrapnel left behind in the surgery she did?

Shu Yin touched his forehead with her hand, it was really hot.

Deng Hao had already brought the snow water in, wrung a handful of towels and handed them to Shu Yin, who folded the towel and put it on his forehead.

In the medicine box, he took a hanging bottle and hung it on the hook, took the needle and put it on the back of his hand.

Then carefully treat the suppurated wound.

"No, there must be something wrong with such a high fever." Shu Yin frowned.

"yes, I've checked it too." The doctor looked sad.

Shu Yin suddenly turned around and walked to Yan Xiaoji's back waist and reached out to untie his trouser belt.

"What are you doing?"

Shu Yin directly took off Yan Xiaoji's pants and squatted down to check the injury on his thigh.

"There's a problem here!"

"Huh?" The doctor also came up to take a look.

"He's got an extra opening here." Shu Yin pointed to the previous wound that there was another opening, but the mouth was sutured.

She knew very well the location of this bullet mouth, "Did you stitch it up?" ”

"yes, this one is a laceration."

"No, this is a bullet scratch, it is very likely that the bullet is in it, I want to take anesthetic medicine, please doctor, you be my assistant, you ......"

"Shu Yin!" A low, muffled voice came.