Two Hundred and Fortieth Chapters: Back to Life (2)
The treatment process was going on in an orderly manner, just like the countless battles with the god of death that Jun Wuxie had experienced in her previous life, at this moment, Jun Wuxie only had absolute calmness in her mind.
Slowly expel the poisonous blood, Jun Wuxie's eyes were cold, and every once in a while, he would give Mo Qianyuan a blood-enriching elixir, together with a small cup of warm water, to moisten it a little. Now that Mo Qianyuan is so seriously injured Under such circumstances, Jun Wuxie couldn't give him a large amount of supplements, otherwise, given his physical condition, he would not be able to bear the excess nutrition at all, and would instead accelerate the spread of toxins in the blood.
Poisonous blood flowed out from Mo Qianyuan's body little by little, and the bedding under him had been dyed dark red, exuding an unpleasant smell faintly.
Jun Wuxie began to feed Mo Qianyuan a large amount of blood-enriching pills until the blood that was expelled gradually turned bright red, but the water still couldn't replenish too much, so he could only feed it step by step and little by little.
Now that Mo Qianyuan is lying motionless on the bed, the broken bones on his body will not be easily moved. After Jun Wuxie stabilized the exhaustion of his internal organs, he immediately started to treat his four broken tendons. The wound was deep enough to show the bone, and the dark red flesh and blood turned ferociously. Jun Wuxie pulled out a silver needle, and passed a translucent thread thinner than a hair through the needle. The hamstring is sutured.
It was the first time for Zui Lian to see someone who could suture tendons. He widened his eyes and watched with relish. The more he watched, the more he felt that his master's medical skills were unpredictable.
Jun Wuxie's hand was very steady, and her speed was also very fast. She quickly stitched up the broken tendons, and then she replaced it with a silver needle and continued to stitch up the wound.
A living person, under Jun Wuxie's hands, became a rag doll, sewing and mending, but it was such a simple thing, but it was gradually saving Mo Qianyuan's declining life.
First the organs, then the tendons, and then the broken bones.
After the wounds on Mo Qianyuan's body were stitched up by Jun Wuxie, he applied a quick-healing ointment. Those hideous wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The splint is fixed so that the straightened bones can heal together intact.
For half a day, Jun Wuxie competed with the God of Death for time, and she finally backed away from the bed until sunset.
But Mo Qianyuan's face is still a little pale now, but his aura has gradually become stronger, but he is covered with splints and bandages all over his body, looking very miserable.
"Call the guard outside the door in." Jun Wuxie sat down on the chair beside her with a pale face, and just as she sat down, a book of fragrant tea was placed in front of her eyes.
She raised her head slightly, her eyes met Jun Wu Yao's half-smiling eyes, she was slightly taken aback, she took the tea stiffly, lowered her head and took a sip, moistening her dry throat.
It didn't take too long to treat Mo Qianyuan. In her previous life, she even stood in front of the operating table for three consecutive days without closing her eyes. After several consecutive operations, she was carried out of the operating room .
During the treatment, she didn't feel tired at all, as long as she stood in front of the target she decided to treat, she would immediately turn into a terrifyingly calm medical machine.
She won't feel anything until it's over.
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I had a quarrel with the National People's Congress today, and I have been tossing until now. I promised everyone that the five chapters will not break my promise, and I will continue to write three chapters, okay?