Sha Ting poured the opium oil into a small cup and boiled it with boiling water. Let my brother drink it.

Take out the sterilized curved needle from the boiling water, twist the sheep intestine head, concentrate, without a trace of trembling, she threaded the thread at once!

Right! That's it! Don't panic! Calm down! Think about how mom does it! You'll be able to do it!

She cheered herself up in her heart.

Untying the gauze that had wrapped around the wound, Sha Ting took a deep breath and began to move.

It was a very bad start.

This is the first time she has taken a needle, and she has to sew such a big hole on her dear brother. The first needle pricked down, and the tip of the needle passed through the skin, and the feeling of piercing into the flesh made Sharten's bones sour and her fingers weak. The needle was thin and slippery, sinking into a blurred mass of broken flesh, and Sha Ting couldn't find the tip of the needle, so she had to push it again at the end of the needle. This made Yaxun's facial muscles twist and twitch, but he couldn't help but scream. Without tweezers, Sha Ting had to use her fingers to squeeze the tip of the needle and pull it out of the slippery wound.

This first injection alone made Sha Ting sweat profusely in the cool night.

But she knew that now was not the time to retreat, and if such a large wound was not stitched up as soon as possible, her brother would die from blood loss or infection.

"Hold on! Hold on! Sha Ting said to Ya Xun, but also to herself. She could see her brother's mandibles taking a clear shape on his cheeks, and he must have gritted his teeth and endured. She also gritted her teeth, forcing herself not to think about her brother's feelings, but just to concentrate on facing the wound in front of her, stitch by stitch.

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