Chapter 5881: Be a Qualified Mute

"Yes, Shi Lao." The shadow that had been following him came out and silently pulled down the clothes of his injured left arm for him, revealing the hideous wound where the flesh had been opened.

The old man spoke slowly: "My left arm was scratched by a bullet. Please help me clean the wound first."

"Yes, Theron." Feeling the pressure, the doctor opened the medical kit he brought and quickly found disinfectant, cotton, etc. from it.

Who knew that before he could take action, someone held his arm down.

The doctor raised his head in confusion, and then he dared to look at her for the second time since he came in. He spoke cautiously: "Theron?"

The old man's eyes were like sharp knives out of their sheaths, sharp and cold, as if they could cut through everything in an instant. He looked at him for a moment and looked away, then said calmly, "There is a medical kit here, use my things."

The doctor was shocked and understood. He immediately put down the disinfectant and cotton swab holder in his hand and responded repeatedly, "Yes, I am too impatient to treat your wound."

No one answered him.

The atmosphere became increasingly solemn.

Fortunately, the person who went to get the medicine box came back quickly.

The man in black placed a three-layer medicine box in front of the doctor and said hoarsely, "It contains disinfectant, tweezers, cotton gauze, penicillin and other emergency medical equipment."

"Okay, okay." The doctor opened the box and checked it quickly. He found that just as he said, the medicines inside were very comprehensive, basically enough for various emergencies. There was also Suxiao Jiuxin Pills on the first floor. heart medicines.

He didn't dare to look any further, so he just took out the debridement instruments and potions that needed to be used from the lower floor and started working. He whispered, "... Theron, it will hurt a little when the potion goes up."

The old man didn't seem to care and just said "en" casually.

There was sticky sweat on the tip of the doctor's nose, and the clothes on his back were soaked with sweat. He used 120% concentration and did not dare to slack off at all. He carefully cleaned the area around the wound and used tweezers to clamp it. He picked up the black rotten flesh burned by gunpowder smoke and whispered again, "In order to avoid wound infection, I will simply treat these rotten flesh for you first. If they are not treated, subsequent wounds will easily fester."

"You do it." The old man spoke again without raising his eyelids.

The doctor didn't say it would hurt anymore, and hurriedly found a complete set of unused disposable scalpels from the medicine box.

Since these had already been sterilized, he didn't bother to sterilize the instruments again. He selected the ones he wanted to use, and concentrated on picking out the burns that needed to be dealt with urgently for the old man. He picked them out and rolled them together. flesh and blood.

The whole process was bloody and horrific, and bystanders could feel the pain of each time the scissors cut away the necrotic tissue just by watching it.

Apart from his ugly face, the old man couldn't see anything strange about him.

Finally, the doctor finished dealing with the necrotic tissue, debrided and anti-inflammed him again, and quickly completed the bandaging.

He found penicillin from the medicine box, popped open the glass on top of the bottle, used a syringe to extract the medicine, and gave the old man an injection.

He did this calmly, and then, as if he could finally breathe fresh air, he put the used syringe back into the medicine box, stood up and stood one step away.

He didn't even dare to ask why the old man was injured, and who dared to shoot Theron. He followed the rules he learned when he was selected to be the accompanying doctor - don't ask, don't talk nonsense, and be a qualified mute. (End of chapter)