The old doctor was also doing this for the first time, and he was quite nervous. Sweat started to bead on his forehead, and most importantly, his hands started to tremble.

"Doctor, please be gentle! Be gentle, be gentle!"

Lu Guilan was already anxious, and seeing the doctor's condition made her even more heartbroken for her husband. She bit her hand to stop herself from crying.

"Don't make a sound!"

The old doctor cursed in dissatisfaction, "He's already like this, and you still think there's not enough trouble?"

He Jiuniang pulled Lu Guilan aside and comforted her, "It's alright, don't worry."

Actually, I was already marveling at the wonders of the postmodern operating room. On the one hand, it isolates bacteria, and on the other hand, it avoids the disruption caused by the noise of patients' families.

After finally cleaning the wound, the old doctor was about to apply some wound medicine and bandage it when He Jiuniang spoke up again: "Doctor, the wound is so big, it will be hard for it to heal, won't it?"

The old doctor had a good impression of He Jiuniang, so he replied, "Yes, whether she can recover depends on her fate. She's lucky to have survived this long."

Seeing that Lu Guilan was about to cry again, He Jiuniang hurriedly said, "Could we sew up this wound like we're sewing clothes, and remove the stitches once the flesh has healed?"

"How can this be allowed? Young woman, if you don't understand, don't talk nonsense!"

The old doctor glared and said, "This woman is all talk and no action. How can clothes be compared to the human body?"

How will you know if you don't try?

He Jiuniang still wanted to try, mainly because once she left this clinic, she wouldn't have another chance to help. After all, Zhang Song was her brother-in-law, and moreover, she was currently a widow. It would be terrible if people misunderstood.

"Try it yourself if you dare, I wouldn't dare!"

The old doctor got angry and immediately abandoned his duties, standing up to give her his seat.

The old doctor was betting that she wouldn't dare; she was just an ordinary peasant woman, what could she possibly know?

Unexpectedly, He Jiuniang sat down without ceremony and said to the young waiter, "Could you please prepare needles, thread and scissors for me, preferably ones that have been boiled in boiling water?"

The young man was a bit confused and didn't know what to do.

The old doctor was furious and turned his head away without saying a word, but the young doctor wanted to see what the woman was thinking, so he nodded to the young waiter and said, "Go and prepare."

The waiter left, and Lu Guilan tugged at her sleeve somewhat uneasily. They were supposed to see the doctor, so why was her third sister-in-law going by herself?

"Little sister, believe me, your husband will be alright."

He Jiuniang didn't want to explain too much to her, and she couldn't explain it clearly anyway. She would just have to wait and see.

For some reason, Lu Guilan felt that her third sister-in-law seemed different from before. She used to be a rather dull and taciturn person, but now she was very opinionated. So she felt inexplicably at ease and nodded heavily to her.

Since things are already like this, and it can't get any worse, let's give it a try!

He Jiuniang then pretended to be unfamiliar with the medicine and sprinkled it on the wound, but she didn't sprinkle much, just a thin layer. After she finished doing this, the young shop assistant returned and took back what He Jiuniang needed.

Given these circumstances, He Jiuniang had no way to take out surgical instruments from her spatial storage. She could only use the thin needles as if she were mending clothes, pricking the skin around Zhang Song's wound.

Lu Guilan and Shen Shi dared not look, holding their child and turning their heads to the side. The young doctor also found it somewhat unbelievable, but still insisted on watching.

The old doctor was initially dismissive, but seeing his son looking at it so intently, he couldn't help but become curious and came over to take a look.

"How could it be cut off after just one stitch?"

The old doctor was puzzled. Isn't mending clothes all done with a single thread until it's used up?

"To make it easier to remove the stitches later."

He Jiuniang gave a simple explanation, then noticed with her sharp eyes that Zhang Song had woken up, his facial expression somewhat ferocious, and he was about to struggle when He Jiuniang clicked her tongue and knocked him unconscious again.

Everyone: ...

“The process was very painful, and I was afraid that if he struggled, it would only get worse.”

Although Lu Guilan felt very sorry for him, she thought about it carefully and realized it made sense; if he fainted, he wouldn't feel the pain anymore...

But why was Third Sister-in-law's hitting motion so fluid? It was as if she had done it countless times.

Because she had to appear unfamiliar with the place, He Jiuniang moved very slowly, making everyone around her sweat.

Zhang Yong suddenly asked in a low voice, "Does my wound also need to be stitched up like this?"

“Hmm,” He Jiuniang responded, “Although your wound is not as big as your brother-in-law’s, it’s still better to stitch it up so it will heal better. In this hot weather, if you keep leaving it, it will get worse.”

Zhang Yong fell silent; he wanted to die first.

The older brother was still unconscious when he woke up from the pain, and then he was knocked unconscious again. What about me?

Why does this third sister-in-law seem so unreliable?

But his wife, Shen, nodded repeatedly when she heard He Jiu Niang's words: "Third sister-in-law is right. We can't delay any longer in this hot weather. We should sew it!"

Zhang Yong: ...

So you're just talking without understanding the pain, since you weren't the one getting the injection?

It took almost half an hour to finally suture it up. He Jiuniang then gave up her spot so that the old doctor could apply the medicine again and bandage it.

The senior doctor initially wanted to be deferential, but seeing that the wound was indeed much better after she stitched it up, he resigned himself to sitting down and dealing with the follow-up issues.

"Aunt, will this prevent my father from dying?"

Seeing He Jiuniang get up, the usually silent Xiaohuzi finally spoke up, looking at her with his big eyes full of expectation.

"Yes, your father will be fine, don't worry."

He Jiuniang wanted to rub his little head, but... never mind, she just pinched his cheek instead, and said, "Your maternal grandparents are waiting at the south gate of the city. Can you find them? You can go and let them know so they won't worry."

Little Tiger nodded eagerly: "I can find it, I'll go right now!"

After saying that, he ran out in a flash.

Although his family had only been in the city for two days, he had spent those two days searching everywhere for wealthy families to beg for food for his sister. Although he hadn't found anything, he had at least figured out the way.

Lu Guilan felt terrible that she, as a daughter, had caused her parents so much worry. Just as she was about to burst into tears, she saw He Jiuniang staring at her without moving. Feeling a little embarrassed, she quickly wiped away her tears and said, "Ah... um... the doctor has finished bandaging me. I'll go see the baby's father!"

He Jiuniang was speechless. Lu Guilan could cry even more than Cui'er!

After Zhang Song finished dealing with his business, it was Zhang Yong's turn. As soon as he sat down, he looked intently at He Jiuniang and said, "Third Sister-in-law, knock me out too!"

He Jiuniang: ...

Although she was speechless, He Jiuniang still kindly reminded her: "Do we have to knock you unconscious now to scrape off the rotten flesh? You might wake up from the pain when we stitch you up, and then we'll have to knock you unconscious again."

"..." Zhang Yong was silent for a moment, then asked hesitantly, "Then...which hurts more?"