Chapter 184: Stitching

Putting down the disinfectant spray, she turned her head and looked in the direction of Hu Feng, but was blocked by a tall wall-like body. This guy didn't know when she slipped behind her.
Hu Feng for a long time, this time she saw her back, and quickly pointed to the spray she had just put down and asked: "What is this?"
This is a small white bottle with a small round head on the top of the bottle. Every time she presses her finger, there will be a group of water spurting out. This water has a strange smell, and each time it sprays to Mengnan. When the wound is on, he will make a scream.
When the white cockroaches immediately turned around, "clean the wound disinfectant."
"Where is it?" he asked again.
"My stuff."
"I asked you where this is coming from."
She injected procaine into the wounds of Meng Nan, and she was very skilled. It was incredible in Meng Nan and Hu Feng’s eyes. The white water was injected into the human body through a thick needle. in?
Meng Nan was very nervous and finally understood the first half of her previous passage. Why should he keep secrets about the treatment process today?
This is incredible!
Bai Hao never looked at Hu Feng, but still did not forget to answer his question: "You don't care where this comes from, you have the right to ask, I also have the right not to answer, Hu Feng, Meng Nan, you just have to remember, My day is not a bad person, it does not harm your heart. These things are strange to you, but they are good medicine for saving lives."
She smashed things from the cloth bag, suture needles, sutures, tweezers, scissors. . . .
After wiping it with a disinfectant wipe, she placed it neatly on the disinfecting wipes on the bedside cabinet for easy access.
There is no small nurse to help, and everything depends on herself.
Meng Nan looked at the hook-like suture needle and scared his voice with a tremor: "This, what is this?"
The white cockroach didn't make a sound, but she saw that she put a black thread on the needle. He looked down at his wound and his heart trembled: "You don't want to use this to embroider me?"
The white cockroaches gave him a sigh of relief: "I can't embroider, your ribs are broken, you have to sew the broken seams, you don't need sewing stitches, what seams should you use?"
Seeing Meng Nan’s face is white, she smiled:
Reassuring, no pain.

"Don't hurt? Such a thick needle, such a thick line, how could it not hurt?" During the speech, the white sputum has been needled, and the sharp needle passes through the flesh. He can even feel the long silk thread in his Pulling inside the meat, what is strange is that he really does not hurt at all, the piece of meat seems to be a piece of dead meat. . .
Hu Feng raised his eyebrows. He didn't think Meng Nan could hold back and didn't call. The sound of the call had never stopped. It would look very painful and sutured. Can he hold back?
The movements of the day are very skilled, and the discerning person can see that she is not the first time to do such a thing, as if she has done it thousands of times.
The stitching ends very quickly, and after the ribs are sewed, the wound on the surface is quickly stitched, just as it is simple to re-seal the broken pocket.
Bai Hao cut the line and got up to pack things.
Meng Nan, who has never slammed Hu Fengchao, asked: "No pain?"
Meng Nan shook his head: "I don't hurt, I don't know what's going on. I can feel the silk in my skin, but it doesn't hurt at all."