Chen Wei is a very simple person, not only simple, but also admits death, not only recognizes death, but also likes to drill the tip of the horns.

This kind of person, once he sees a way, will not look back.

remembers that Chen Wei was promoted to a petty official by the school leaders that year.

made Chen Wei so excited.

After returning home, he lay down in the quilt and told Wang Lu that he would thank Principal Xie for his promotion tomorrow.

How to thank it?

Stuff an envelope with the principal's office.

Inside there was a thank you letter.

Wang Lu rolled on the bed with laughter.

What age is this?!

If you put RMB and Sanjiang shopping cards, you can put gold rings and it is almost the same.

Put a thank you note?!

Chen Wei's face turned red with Wang Lu's laughter.

As a result, the next day, before leaving work, Chen Wei took advantage of the principal's absence and stuffed a letter into his office through the crack in the door.

The letter contained a thank you letter!

Alas, this bull's horns are drilled, and the nine cows can't pull it back.

But it is precisely this kind of person who simply admits that death, once he recognizes an idea, he will do his best in a down-to-earth manner.

Chen Wei no longer glanced at Wang Lu, who was lying on the bed and dying, and turned around to get busy.

I took the spring water, carefully washed the two stainless steel pots, and boiled them with hot water, leaving no oil splashes.

Picked up the thinnest needle and sharpened it again with a whetstone.

Put it in a stainless steel pot, put it with spring water, and bring it to a boil.

It burned for more than an hour, during which the water was changed 5 times.

At the same time, I opened the quilt cover of the silk quilt and picked 6 long strands of silk from the silk wool inside.

Put the same in another stainless steel pot, also put water on it, and change the water 5 times.

The needle and thread were removed, placed in two porcelain bowls that had been cleaned with alcohol, and soaked for another full hour.

When the needles and silk threads were disinfected with alcohol, Chen Wei washed her hands over and over again, before washing her hands, she first sharpened her nails with a whetstone, striving to make each nail smooth and round, and after washing, she did not wipe it with a towel, but dried it naturally, and then wiped it with alcohol.

By the time all this was done, it was already nightfall.

Chen Wei called back Wang Bi'an, who was guarding the mountain road, and asked him to lock the iron gate of the Dragon King Temple.

He also asked Wang Bi'an to take a candle from the kitchen, light it, and put it next to the bedside in the bedroom. -- Candles are rarely seen in the grocery stores in the urban areas nowadays, but there are small candles in coffee shops, but in the countryside, the electricity is cut off from time to time during the peak of electricity consumption in the summer, and every house has candles. It's a pity that Wang Lu found only this one candle from the bottom of the mountain.

Chen Wei asked Wang Bi'an to hold a crossbow, guard behind the iron door, and earnestly ordered: "Watch the door, wait a while, don't care about any noise coming from the room, you don't even come in - unless your mother calls you." ”

Wang Bi'an nodded sensibly, and suddenly asked, "Mom, are you going to treat Dad's injuries?" ”

Chen Wei hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Don't come in, so as not to disturb your mother." ”

Wang Bi'an nodded violently: "Mom, don't worry about going to treat Dad's injuries, I will take care of the door." ”

Chen Wei turned around and returned to the bedroom, at the head of the bed, there were two bowls with alcohol, one soaked in needles and the other soaked in silk threads.

Two very simple things.

But they are the ones who can save the king's way.

Chen Wei didn't hesitate any longer and sat down beside Wang Lu's legs.

I took a ball of alcohol swab and wiped the wound again - it was useless, the blood was still flowing.

Chen Wei took out the needle from the bowl, picked out the longest silk thread, squinted, and put on the needle's nose by the flickering candlelight.

Single-strand wire, at the end of the line, is knotted.

Chen Wei lowered her head, pinched the muscles on both sides of the wound with two fingers of her left hand, and used a little force—Wang Lu snorted unconsciously—and pinched the tiny needle with her right hand, and pricked it down.

This is much more difficult than sewing clothes, as soon as the needle enters the body, the muscles will naturally react, contract, clamp the needle, Chen Wei used her fingernail to push hard, and the needle poked into most of the half, bad! Overdone.

Chen Wei carried the silk thread again, pulled the needle out, used too much force, and with a sigh, the needle came out of the body again.

This needle was pierced in vain.

Chen Wei stabilized her mind and pricked it again.

This time it was a good fit.

Then, trouble came again.

The needle in Chen Wei's hand is not a hook needle in the hospital, it enters the body straight, and after coming out from the other end, it cannot bend and then enter the wound muscle at the other end and penetrate out of the upper layer of the skin. ,

You can't just put a needle through the bottom of the wound at the other end.

Chen Wei stiffened her scalp, picked up the needle diagonally, didn't care about the blood flowing out of the wound one by one, and pierced her heart and intestines into the other end of the wound.

The needle, threaded through, leads through the silk thread and gently tightens.

The needle was returned, and the tail of the silk thread was wound around, and a small dead knot was made.

The first shot. Succeed.

Chen Wei's brows were full of sweat, she wiped it with her sleeve, buried her head, and continued the second injection.

The blood gushing out made Chen Wei's fingers slippery and greasy, and the needle slipped out of her hand several times, but fortunately, Chen Wei turned the silk thread on the tail finger in advance, so that the needle did not fall on the bed.

With the first needle as an example, the rest of the needles are getting neater and sharper.

Anyway, Wang Lu was in a coma, so he treated him as a big piece of pork.

The gap in the wound is getting smaller and smaller.

12 stitches, Chen Wei stitched 12 stitches intensively, and then closed the mouth.

The tail of the needle is much thicker than the silk thread, and it can't be knotted directly, so Chen Wei returned the needle and tied an outer knot.

Chen Wei squinted her eyes and looked at it, the stitches were crooked, and in the future, she would definitely leave a big scar on Wang Lu's leg.

The bleeding finally stopped, and only a little blood oozed from the pins of the wound.

It worked.

Chen Wei wiped the blood on her hands with a towel, opened Yunnan Baiyao, and put it on Wang Lu again, thinking about it, there are no special anti-inflammatory drugs at home, but there are cefradine capsules for colds, broke a few capsules, scattered all the medicinal powder in them on the wound, took four more pills, and poured them into Wang Lu in a mouth-to-mouth manner.

Only then did it gently wrap the gauze and seal it with a band-aid.

Chen Wei stared at Wang Lu's face—even in a coma, his brow furrowed, as if he was enduring boundless pain.

I have done everything that should be done.

The rest is up to you, Wang Lu.

Chen Wei bent down, her face lightly touching Wang Lu's face.

pulled the scum's beard, and pierced his face painfully.

Chen Wei muttered, "Husband, you must wake up." You've got to survive. In the future, I will no longer hate your snoring noise, and I will not let you sleep on the back of your feet again; You should like to prick my face with your beard, even if you tie it well, and if you like to go to bed without washing your feet, even if you are well; After eating, it doesn't matter if you don't wash the dishes, I'll wash it; After washing and playing with clothes, I will no longer ask you to dry out. Also, also, in the future, I will never let you pretend to be black in front of Wang Bi'an, and I will not let you carry the black pot again if you scare Wang Bi'an to beat his ass. ”

"Husband...... Wang Lu, I'll wait for you to wake up. ”

The candle flickered, shook itself a few times without wind, burst a candle flower, struggled a little, and went out.

Chen Wei's eyes darkened, and she fell down beside Wang Lu and fell into a deep sleep.