"Are you stupid? This is a knife for saving people, not for chopping zombies like you use!" Yang Wenxuan slapped him on the back of the head.
Three people and one person condensed it over and over again more than ten times.
Either too small, too big, or not sharp enough.
"Is this okay?" Meng Qing looked at the exceptionally clever knife in his hand.
"Let me try." Wu Xiaoping took the knife and gently scratched the calluses on his hands. The calluses were directly scratched off, and his hands did not bleed.
“That’s fine.”
"You, don't you feel any pain?" He Rui couldn't help but ask after seeing his movements.
"This is a callus. It won't hurt if I cut it off." Wu Xiaoping said with a smile.
He held the knife and repeatedly burned it over the fire. He didn't know whether the current alcohol would be effective against the zombie virus, but he was still unwilling to take the risk.
Ye Xiaoran took out the disinfectant and sutures he had prepared earlier. If the wound was too large, it would have to be sutured first.
Taking it out to cool, Wu Xiaoping carefully held up the knife and said, "Hold him down. There's no anesthesia now, so he'll have to rely on himself to get through it."
Ye Xiaoxiao took a clean towel, rolled it up and stuffed it into the man's mouth.
"Well, Xiaoping will cut the wound first, and then I will draw it out. Then Mingming will choose the right time to burn it. Then my brother and Ji Yue will use their special powers to try to heal it. If there is a lot of blood, we can sew it up first."
Ye Xiaoxiao assigned the tasks.
Several people nodded.
Wu Xiaoping carefully disinfected the man's stomach. He could see something moving inside with his naked eyes. For a moment, his hands were shaking.
He was a little scared, but when he saw Ye Xiaoxiao beside him, he felt inexplicably at ease.
Take a few deep breaths.
The blade cut open the man's stomach and blood flowed out.
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