Zhang Sijiu felt that it should be quite big, and it was likely that it hurt the bones.

But there is no obvious misalignment, the wound is only an occlusal injury, and because of the brachial plexus, Zhang Sijiu did not dare to press the position of the bone easily, for fear that it would look good, in fact, it has been fractured, and there are even bone fragments, one is accidentally misplaced, and the brachial plexus is injured, and the whole arm will be abolished.

At this time, Yan Laoliu, who was washing the wound next to him, suddenly gritted his teeth and continued: "The bone must be broken." If the bear blind man goes down, the bone will definitely break. ”

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was deflated, and Yang Yuanding poured the liquor on it, and suddenly there was a high-pitched scream, and everyone trembled, and after he recovered, he only had the weakness of rolling his eyes: "Give me a hammer-"

It's over!

Zhang Sijiu was affirmed, and immediately took out the scalpel he carried with him: "Then you can only cut the wound and see the situation." ”

A broken collarbone is the most difficult to do, and it is difficult to put on a splint, and if the bones are not aligned, it will be troublesome if they are misaligned again.

Cheng Wanli hesitated: "Originally, the wound was not big, if it was cut open, would it aggravate the injury?" ”

"That's better than when the bones didn't grow." Zhang Sijiu pointed to his arm: "If the bones don't grow well, and the broken bones are always in the flesh, Lao Cheng, you know better than me what will happen." ”

Cheng Wanli was silent for a moment before he said: "If there is bone bleeding, don't be afraid and be patient." The small broken bones are picked out, the bones are gently dragged into the joint, and the posterior muscle hemostatic plaster is followed, and he is waiting for him to grow slowly. ”

What he recited was the orthopaedic method that his master had taught him.

But in fact, what he learned well was dislocation and unbroken bones, which he had just recited, and even his master had not been proficient in it.

However, the mantra is there.

Now it seems that what Zhang Sijiu proposed can match the formula.

Moreover, Zhang Sijiu is far bolder.

Zhang Sijiu saw that Cheng Wanli didn't speak, so he decisively ordered: "Since the formulas say so, then Lao Cheng, you give me a hand." I made an incision along the wound, which happened to be deep, and it was not rinsed in place, so the incision could also clean the wound somewhat. ”

Cheng Wanli glanced at his senior brother and saw that he was concentrating on stitching the wound on Zheng Hao's face, and he didn't care about it at all, so he immediately gritted his teeth: "Okay, just come like this." But can you do it? No, I-"

Before the word "come" could be spoken, Zhang Sijiu had already interrupted him: "Okay." ”

Then she began to wipe the scalpel and her own hands with spirits, and then placed the knife on the flame of a lit oil lamp to disinfect it again.

This disinfection method has advantages and disadvantages, but it is also a good disinfection method, the only thing that needs to be paid attention to is that when disinfection, it must be noted that the temperature of the outer flame is higher than the temperature of the inner flame, so the outer flame must be used, so as to have the effect of high temperature burning and sterilization.

After the disinfection, when the blade of the knife cooled down, Zhang Sijiu gently connected and cut the two deep bite holes along the top of the bone.

The flesh rolled open, revealing the red muscles inside, blood gushing out, and some small clotted blood clots blocked in the holes fell out.

"Salt water rinse." Zhang Sijiu asked in a deep voice.

Cheng Wanli has been waiting with the pot, and when Zhang Sijiu said, he immediately moved his wrist and poured salt water on the mouth.

This knife, of course, did not cut so deeply, Zhang Sijiu first concocted the holes caused by the bite, cut them slightly, and after rinsing, only then did he cut the muscles, revealing the collarbone inside.

Just by carefully cutting open and exposing the bones, Zhang Sijiu spent a lot of effort.

This scalpel is still not good enough.

So she had to be doubly careful.

It is true that there are fractures in the collarbone – not only one completely broken, but also three fractures.

But the only good thing is that there is no obvious misalignment, only a few small fragments of bone embedded in the muscles next to them.

Zhang Sijiu breathed a sigh of relief: This situation is not too bad. As long as the small misalignment is restored, and then the bone fragments are found one by one, and then sutured and fixed, then there is no problem.

In this case, it is estimated that the nerves have not been injured, as long as they are healed, there will be no other sequelae except for a scar.

Cheng Wanli then watched Zhang Sijiu roast the tweezers and began to use it to rummage through the bone fragments in the stretched flesh.

That posture was not only calm as usual, as if he was rummaging through the pile of herbs for other medicines, but his face did not change a bit.

It was him, watching the pink flesh with blood being turned over, more or less uncomfortable. But in the same way, looking at the hands that were not white and tender, and even slightly black and rough, I don't know why, a sentence suddenly popped out of his mind: these hands made by God.

Such a pair of hands should not be used to do farm work, not to wash dishes and cook, but to be born to save people.

This idea is somewhat anachronistic, even absurd, but it is so ingrained that it cannot be pulled out.

Zhang Sijiu had already found five small broken bones, the smallest of which was barely much bigger than a sesame seed.

And what can be seen with the naked eye is obviously gone.

Just when Cheng Wanli thought it was finally over, Zhang Sijiu did not put down the tweezers, but started the second round of rummaging.

Zhang Sijiu was obviously very patient, rummaging very carefully, without the slightest sloppiness.

Even this time she didn't find anything.

Cheng Wanli breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was indeed meticulous, but it was time to stitch it up, right?

To his surprise, Zhang Sijiu came again.

Just when Cheng Wanli felt that this time must be the last time, Zhang Sijiu came again-

This time, of course, nothing was found.

In the end, just when Cheng Wanli was thinking that he would have to do it again, Zhang Sijiu began to break his bones.

The dislocation of the broken bones is not big, Zhang Sijiu carefully aligned the bones, and did not dare to be sloppy at all.

It wasn't until the break was completely closed that she breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew her hand.

"Wipe your sweat." Zhang Sijiu also had the kung fu to glance at Cheng Wanli.

Cheng Wanli read a sentence from those black and white eyes: Is it so eyeless?

With complicated thoughts, Cheng Wanli carefully wiped Zhang Sijiu's sweat, feeling that he was becoming more and more disstatused - can he really become Zhang Sijiu's master one day?

He imagined the picture of Zhang Sijiu calling his master vividly, and his heart was empty, and he couldn't help but shudder: Why do you think it's so terrible?

Because of this trembling, Cheng Wanli once again gained a disgusted gaze.

However, Zhang Sijiu didn't have time to complain, she picked up the suture needle and prepared to start stitching.