Chapter 87 Peeling Three Fragments from the Scar
"Well……"
Yang Zhenjiang and Yang Shusen both widened their eyes almost at the same time.
Ye Mu is simply a god!
"As expected of Divine Doctor Ye, it's true that my leg was indeed the result of a gunshot wound."
Yang Zhenjiang's face was filled with horror. He continued, "As of today, if you count the time, it's been forty years and six months."
"There should be at least three shell fragments inside." Ye Mu asked with a frown.
Yang Zhenjiang nodded frantically, his face still filled with an indescribable expression.
He was absolutely certain that few people knew the cause of his leg injury.
Even if there were people who knew the cause of his gunshot wound, it had nothing to do with Ye Mu.
But how could Ye Mu reveal all his secrets in a row?
Is it just a guess?
"Come, I will treat you now." Ye Mu helped Yang Zhenjiang sit on the stool, then looked at the fist-sized scar with both hands.
He could see from Yang Zhenjiang's eyes that this was definitely a loyal old soldier.
They risked their lives to defend their country and left indelible scars. This spirit deserves the respect of all Chinese people.
He was a soldier himself, so naturally he respected the old soldier in front of him even more.
"Doctor Ye, my leg...is there still hope?" Yang Zhenjiang murmured softly, his face flashing with intense pain.
Although, he himself knew that recovering from the scars of forty years would be harder than climbing to heaven.
However, when he saw Ye Mu concentrating, he felt a glimmer of hope in his heart.
Who knows, this genius doctor Ye Jiuzhen could really give him a huge surprise!
"Don't worry, old man. Your leg will recover more easily than other diseases and will be healed soon." After Ye Mu finished speaking, he reached out and carried Yang Zhenjiang horizontally onto the treatment bed.
"Doctor Ye, I didn't hear..." Yang Zhenjiang wanted to say something but stopped. Realizing that if he continued, it would mean doubting Ye Mu's medical skills, so he quickly shut his mouth.
"Just relax and rest. You'll feel a tingling sensation in your legs later. Once you endure it, you'll begin to break free from the cocoon and be reborn." Ye Mu smiled. The external injuries caused by a gunshot wound were much simpler than those caused by internal causes.
"Very good!"
Yang Zhenjiang was so excited that he couldn't express it in words. With Ye Mu's words, he was content.
"Doctor Ye, do you need my help?" At this time, Yang Shusen, who had been standing next to him, had been looking at Ye Mu quietly from beginning to end.
It was not until this moment that he woke up from Ye Mu's words.
His grandfather had suffered from leg disease for forty years. Ye Mu only looked at him for a while and then told him the cause of the injury and the good news that it could be completely cured. This first-class medical skill was simply like a miracle doctor descending to earth!
"Just wait here peacefully."
Ye Mu took out a scalpel as he spoke.
"Is Doctor Ye going to perform a minor operation?" Yang Shusen was suddenly shocked.
There are no medical facilities on this treatment bed.
Besides, don’t we need to give him some anesthesia first?
"The three fragments inside still need to be taken out." Ye Mu kept smiling and stood in front of Yang Zhenjiang with a scimitar in his hand.
"Doctor Ye, I want to ask... ask, isn't it too frivolous to perform such a minor operation?" Yang Shusen followed and stretched out his hand in the air to stop Ye Mu.
"You bastard!"
Yang Zhenjiang suddenly shouted coldly, "How can a layman like you comment on Divine Doctor Ye's treatment plan? Get out of here!"
Yang Shusen's arm froze in mid-air.
Yes, he knew nothing about medicine, so how could he question Dr. Ye’s treatment plan?
He immediately retracted his arm and looked at Ye Mu apologetically, "Divine Doctor Ye, I'm sorry. I was too petty."
"Your reaction is normal." Ye Mu was not angry.
No matter who it is, if they see him holding a scalpel and wanting to cut someone directly, they will have such an extreme reaction.
What's more, the person lying on the treatment bed was Yang Shusen's grandfather.
Yang Shusen said nothing more and just kept nodding his head.
At the same time, he looked at Yang Zhenjiang bitterly and made a gesture of persistence.
"Master, I'm starting, hold on."
Ye Mu had already disinfected the scalpel. He held Yang Zhenjiang's knee with one hand and aimed the scalpel at the fist-sized scar with the other hand.
"After being shot that year, I held on for three hours before being discovered by my teammates. Now this little skin injury is nothing. Please feel free to do it, Doctor Ye." Yang Zhenjiang was actually a little scared in his heart. Without an anesthetic injection, it would be impossible not to feel pain from a cut on the body.
"I've already started."
While Ye Mu was speaking, the sharp blade of the scalpel had already begun to cut into the wound on Yang Zhenjiang's leg.
This made Yang Zhenjiang a little confused.
He could feel the knife moving on the wound on his leg, but he didn't feel any pain at all.
Could it be that the nerves in his legs are already in a dying state?
Little did he know that at the moment when Ye Mu slashed with the scimitar, he had already displayed his unique Guigu internal force, and layers of misty air currents continuously flowed along the scimitar into the wound.
This is why Yang Zhenjiang had a slight sensation in his legs but did not feel any pain.
The reason why he did not advocate the use of anesthetics was mainly due to the complexity of the leg nerves.
He gave up the anesthetic because he wanted Yang Zhenjiang to be able to feel sensations without being tortured by pain.
“Tick…tick…”
Soon, the flesh on Yang Zhenjiang's leg wound turned inside out, and slightly black blood dripped out.
This made Yang Shusen, who was standing by, feel a little numb.
Even though he came from a military background and had seen similar injuries in battle, he still felt conflicted about the injury that had happened to his grandfather so directly.
"Clang."
At this moment, a broken shrapnel covered with copper rust fell into the special medical iron box, making a crisp sound.
"suck……"
Yang Shusen saw it very clearly and couldn't help but gasp, with awe in his eyes that he had never felt before.
He knew very well that the three fragments left in his grandfather's legs were beyond the reach of many doctors, but they were easily removed in Ye Mu's hands. It was indeed extraordinary.
"Clang."
Another fragment fell.
It took a little longer to peel out the last one because it was embedded too deeply in the flesh. Finally, it was peeled out with Ye Mu's skillful technique.
"Clang."
As the last fragment peeled off, Ye Mu, who had been concentrating all the time, finally relaxed his tense nerves.
"Thank you, thank you Doctor Ye!"
Yang Zhenjiang, lying on the treatment bed, had tears in his eyes.
He can now be absolutely sure that his legs will recover soon!
Every falling fragment just now made Yang Zhenjiang feel deeply moved.
Although he could not see the scene of the fragments being peeled off, he could understand with his heart that the three fragments that had accompanied him for forty years had also caused his legs to become disabled.
There is finally hope for recovery!
Perhaps because he is old and likes to nag, Yang Zhenjiang has more than once expected that a miracle will happen in the next second.
"Next, I'm going to peel off the necrotic flesh. Old man, this will be very painful, so bear with it."
Ye Mu's expression became serious.
Yang Zhenjiang seemed to realize something from Ye Mu's expression. He clenched his teeth and waited for the sharp scimitar to peel off his necrotic flesh.
【Author’s words】
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