strictlysupreme Chapter 702 It's Truly Enviable
Chapter 702 It's Truly Enviable
Lu Yangyang spoke to him, but her hands moved quickly.
Huang Sumu, who was standing to the side as her assistant, was terrified. After he and his father were brought over, the first thing they did was to examine the wounds of this young master Lin. At that moment, his heart sank. His father had been a barefoot doctor all his life, and he had also worked in the county clinic for seven or eight years. He had seen countless wounded patients. Such a serious injury would have killed anyone else.
It's a miracle that this young master has survived this long. The key issue is his injuries. Although they weren't fatal, the arrowhead had been lodged in his body for too long, and the location of the arrow was extremely tricky—below his neck, almost touching an artery. Pulling out the arrow was already incredibly dangerous; a mere hair's breadth could have caused massive bleeding, making it impossible for even a miracle to save him.
Therefore, the person who could remove the arrow from him must have had extraordinary skills; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to save his life.
However, if the wound is left untreated for too long, it is already prone to infection, and once necrotic tissue grows, it becomes extremely difficult to treat.
The doctors came and went, but no one dared to make a move easily. Ordinary people couldn't withstand such suffering. If they made a mistake or their strength was unstable, the consequences would be unpredictable. In such cases, the best course of action was to take medicine and rely on the patient to get through it on their own.
But he never expected that this Miss Lu would act so casually, yet so quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly.
Even though he had been a doctor for a long time, watching this girl make cuts with a razor blade, he was also alarmed for the young man. He even couldn't help but secretly wonder if the two of them had a grudge.
But he was, after all, married, and the way this young master Lin looked at Miss Lu was anything but innocent.
While Huang Sumu was still in shock, Lu Yangyang had already finished treating his external injuries, got up, washed her hands, picked up her medicine box, opened it, and turned to Lin Wuji, saying, "My master has recently developed a new type of anesthetic. One type can completely induce unconsciousness, but this medicine is still being improved and currently only works for one to two hours, so it's not very precise. The advantage is that after using it, you won't feel anything no matter what I do. The disadvantage is that if you wake up in the middle, for safety reasons, I can't administer the medicine a second time. The other type only works locally, and you will still be conscious. With this one, I can control the process after I finish treating your wounds. The disadvantage is that you might clearly feel how I treat your wounds, and the process might be a bit terrifying. I don't know if it will leave you with any lasting trauma."
This new type of anesthesia was invented by my master and aunt. They said that intravenous injection would be more effective, but we don't have the necessary conditions right now, so we can't make that kind of drug. We can only make a low-grade version, which works, but only to a limited extent.
She used general anesthesia on the old lady of the Huang family. After all, the old lady was old, and the wound was simple and had only been there for a short time, so it wasn't considered serious. She was confident that she could complete the surgery within an hour. However, Lin Wuji had several wounds, which were much more serious than the old lady's. The only good thing was that he was young and in good health. Even if she hadn't come, he had endured so much, and if he could pull through, he could survive. At most, he would have some aftereffects, and his life might not be long.
Lin Wuji scoffed, "Me, afraid of shadows? Come on then."
Lu Yangyang turned to look at him and said, "You said it yourself."
"In your eyes, am I really that useless?" Lin Wuji gritted his teeth.
"No, that's not it. It's just human nature. Even if you cry out in pain, I wouldn't laugh at you." Lu Yangyang took out a set of knives and disinfected them.
Previously, her aunt was not fully conscious, and the things she taught her were intermittent and not systematic. In the past few months, after her aunt regained consciousness, she helped her to sort out everything she had taught her before, and even upgraded the tools.
Looking at the brand-new set of knives in her hand, Lu Yangyang felt incredibly happy.
Such exquisite knives were practically etched into her heart, making her completely fall in love with the feeling.
Every moment she held the scalpel was incredibly moving. This perfect harmony, this feeling of effortless mastery and perfect understanding, was like opening up her meridians, allowing her to experience a truly profound mystery.
Lin Wuji's eyes followed her the whole time. When he saw the deep affection in her eyes as she looked at the knife in her hand, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed a mouthful of blood, feeling indignant. "Lu... the way you look at that knife is more genuine than the way you look at me."
It's simply enviable.
Lu Yangyang had already disinfected the wound and began applying anesthetic to Lin Wuji's wound. Then, when the anesthetic had almost taken effect, she cut open Lin Wuji's wound with a knife.
"There are a few meridians that need to be reconnected, otherwise you may not be able to exert any strength in the future."
Lu Yangyang calmly began performing surgery on Lin Wuji. Blood spurted out from his veins and landed on Lu Yangyang's face. Lu Yangyang didn't even blink. She turned to Huang Sumu and asked him to wipe it off for her. "Luckily, he shouldn't be sick."
My aunt said that blood should not get into the eyes.
Lin Wuji's lips trembled, and his heart pounded with anxiety.