She used the scalpel to cut open the rotten wound and dig up the rotten flesh. This was the best method to treat a festering wound, but… …
This process was very painful. It felt like being cut by a sword. Even an iron man like Zhou Ping convulsed and trembled in pain. And he couldn’t help but groan.
Several veterans pressing him saw that Zhou Ping was in so much pain. They couldn’t bear to look at him. They wanted to ask Lin Chujiu to be gentler several times, but they saw Lin Chujiu’s expressionless face. Seeing this, they swallowed back the words they wanted to spit out.
No need to mention that Lin Chujiu was Princess Xiao. Even if she was just an ordinary doctor, seeing her seriously cleaning Zhou Ping’s wound regardless of how dirty and tiring it was, they no longer couldn’t open their mouths.
And Zhou Ping himself didn’t dare to speak, even if he die in pain, he wouldn’t tell Lin Chujiu to do it gently.
He knew he asked for it.
Lin Chujiu knew that Zhou Ping was in pain. Even she wouldn’t be able to bear with it, but she still didn’t slow down, let alone stop to calm down Zhou Ping.
Drinking, foreign body infections, coupled with delayed treatment, Zhou Ping’s condition was very bad. The wound rotted as big as a palm-sized. Not to mention, he has a fever. The wound must be cleaned up as soon as possible. Otherwise, Zhou Ping’s leg might not be able to save, let alone his life.
Lin Chujiu’s hand, which was holding the surgical scalpel, was a genius surgical hand known as the “Hand of God”. It was used to clean up wounds. Although it is a little overkill, the effect was excellent.
Half an hour later, Zhou Ping’s wound was cleaned. Although a piece of meat was missing, it looked much more comfortable than before.
“Today is a dangerous period. You will be fine after today. You stay here and take care of him. Pay attention to whether he has a fever. Ask someone to find me if he gets a fever. In addition, the wound is too deep and too big to be sutured. We can only let it grow naturally. It will leave scars in the future, and it will affect his walking.” Lin Chujiu gave Zhou Ping medicine and bandaged it. At the same time, she told Zhou Ping about his condition and emphasized again and again: “If you break open the wound again, or drink alcohol, just wait for your death. Don’t come and look for me again.”
“The lowly one… …understand.” Zhou Ping, who was lying in the bed spoke weakly with sweat all over his body. As if he had been fished out of the water.
Princess Xiao said not to drink, so he would never drink again unless the princess asked him to drink.
Lin Chujiu looked up without a trace of sympathy or intolerance and expressionlessly put the medical garbage aside, got up, and went to the medicine box to get the medicine: “Doctor Zhu, you give him this medicine three times today, and this medicine every 4 hours.” The anti-fever and anti-inflammatory medicine was only one day’s worth.
“Okay.” Imperial Doctor Zhu took it, opened it, and smelled it. It was still that unfamiliar scent, but this time Imperial Doctor Zhu didn’t dare to mess around. Without waiting for Lin Chujiu to speak, he said first: “Wangfei, don’t worry. I will not take Zhou Ping’s medicine.” He studied the pills last night for a long time but didn’t learn anything. He doesn’t know how Lin Chujiu made this medicine.
Speaking of refining medicine, Imperial Doctor Zhu’s eyes lit up and yelled: “Wangfei, I thought of…”
Lin Chujiu was packing the medicine box. She was startled by Imperial Doctor Zhu’s shout. She turned her head, and said angrily: “What did you think of? This is the patient’s lounge. Can’t you keep your voice down?”
“It’s okay, it’s okay. We are okay, Wangfei.” Except for Zhou Ping, the other wounded soldiers said that there was no problem.
As for Zhou Ping?
He was too weak to speak.
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