The Love of Passerby A

Chapter 575: A Survival Guide for Women in the Old Republic of China (14)

Su Xiangran didn't say anything, but silently picked up the alcohol cotton ball beside her and carefully wiped the various instruments that might be used later.

Her movements were skillful and swift, and every detail was handled very well, as if she was performing a sacred ceremony solemnly.

In just a few minutes, all the equipment was thoroughly disinfected.

"The current conditions are indeed limited, please be patient for a while." Su Xiangran said softly, her eyes firm and focused, "When I checked the wound just now, I have preliminarily determined the location of the remaining shrapnel.

Next, I will use silver needles to seal the relevant acupuncture points to slow down the blood flow and reduce the amount of bleeding as much as possible. However, do you have any anesthetics here? "

Everyone looked at each other, a trace of guilt appeared on their faces, and they all lowered their heads in silence.

Finally, it was Su Yanqing who broke the silence, and explained with a slightly apologetic tone: "Sister, we originally had some anesthetics left, but the last operation took too long, so we used them all up..."

His voice became lower and lower, and he seemed to realize that this situation was extremely unfavorable for the operation.

Su Xiangran couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, thinking to herself: Is this also a test specially set up by the world plot?

The injury is so serious but there is no anesthetic available. If the patient moves around due to severe pain during the operation, the consequences will be unimaginable!

She sighed softly and shook her head helplessly - things had come to this point, and since some secrets had already been exposed, there was no harm in leaking some more.

Never mind, just treat it as fate! No matter what, saving lives is the most important thing...

"It's okay, I have a way." Su Xiangran said calmly.

She first took out a long, thin golden needle from the needle bag and put it aside.

Then he picked up a small porcelain bottle from the layer where the disinfectant was placed.

"Dissolve this pill in water and give it to the patient orally." Su Xiangran took out a very thin pill from the porcelain bottle and handed it to the woman who was responsible for taking care of the patient. "You don't need too much water, just enough to dissolve it."

They seemed a little unconvinced and looked at Su Yanqing with questioning eyes, but he was also at a loss. He had never known that his sister had such medicine, and the key point was that he had never seen it himself.

"Why don't you believe me?" Su Xiangran was speechless, but when she thought about the other party's identity, she didn't mind so much. People of such identity should indeed be more cautious.

After figuring out the key, she wanted to explain it to the people present, but she never expected that the No. 3 leader had actually become somewhat sober at this time.

He glanced at Su Xiangran and said to his subordinates, "I believe in this Doctor Su."

It was not easy for others to say anything, after all, there was nothing more urgent than treatment in the current situation.

The woman followed Su Xiangran's instructions and gave Chief No. 3 the potion made from the pill. Sure enough, not long after, his consciousness began to become hazy.

Su Xiangran seized the opportunity, roasted the slender golden needle over the flame for a while, and then quickly inserted it into the injured person's acupuncture point.

The injured person's body just trembled slightly, but soon calmed down.

"This is my unique acupuncture method, which can relieve pain to a certain extent." Su Xiangran explained, "Combined with the potion he just drank, although the anesthesia may not last as long as anesthetics, as long as the speed of the operation is controlled well, it should not be a problem."

After saying that, Su Xiangran concentrated again and started the operation...

Leader No. 3 was lying on an operating table that had been converted from a wooden bed. Under the effects of the needles and the drugs, he had long lost consciousness.

The only people left in the room were the woman who took care of him and the Su siblings.

Su Xiangran wore the clothes provided by the other party, put on the mask in her bag, and prepared for the operation with a focused expression.

Although there were three people in the room, there was a serious atmosphere. The only sound that could be heard was the collision of instruments, and no one said a word.

In such a simply decorated room, there would certainly not be any shadowless lamps for surgery. There were only the face lamps that the revolutionaries had tried their best to find.

Su Xiangran carefully cut open the bandage on the patient's wound and disinfected the wound again, then used a scalpel to cut open the skin to reveal the shrapnel inside.

Seeing his sister remove the shrapnel with swift movements, Su Yanqing couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and was just about to go forward to help his sister suture the wound.

Unexpectedly, Su Xiangran actually used a scalpel to cut a deeper incision on the edge of the wound, and then she lightly lifted the knife in her hand, and a sharp piece of metal appeared again.

"There's another piece?" the woman screamed.

Su Xiangran did not stop because of her, and used tweezers to pull the not-so-big shrapnel out of the flesh bit by bit.

The two people next to them thought that the job was finally done, but they saw that Su Xiangran had not stopped yet. Instead, she made another cut on the other side and began to remove the shrapnel.

She repeated this process until five pieces of shrapnel were removed, then she put down the scalpel and began to prepare the wound.