Those three firm “I believe you” gave Fan Shengnan great courage.
She took a few deep breaths, tried to calm herself down, held the tweezers firmly without exerting too much force, and gently inserted them into the wound.
Unexpectedly, the next second, her hands shook uncontrollably.
Fan Shengnan's eyes twitched and her heart instantly rose, thinking that she would soon hear Lu Zhan's scream.
But strangely, she paused for two seconds and didn't hear any sound. She subconsciously looked up at Lu Zhan——
Veins bulged on his forehead, beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks, and the corners of his dry and chapped mouth were pursed into a line, without making a sound.
Seeing Fan Shengnan looking at him in panic, he could even squeeze out a forced smile from the corner of his mouth to comfort her:
"It's okay, just continue."
The corners of Fan Shengnan's eyes turned slightly red. She bit her lower lip and tried hard to hold back the sour feeling in her nose. This time she really didn't cry.
She continued to concentrate all her energy on the movements of her hands——
The tip of the tweezers in her hand was like a sensitive tentacle, carefully searching for the trace of the bullet in the bloody wound. Her attention was more focused than ever. Every subtle movement was like walking on a tightrope, requiring extreme precision, because even the slightest deviation would cause greater harm to the injured person.
Unconsciously, Fan Shengnan entered a state of ecstasy. The deafening sound of gunfire disappeared from her ears, and the smell of gunpowder in the air was no longer there. The world was so quiet that the only sounds she could hear were her own gradually steadying heartbeat and slightly heavy breathing.
Suddenly, a light flashed in her eyes, she found it!
The moment she successfully found the bullet, she seemed to be the best student in the classroom and laboratory again. She confidently and steadily inserted the tip of the tweezers without touching any surrounding muscle tissue in the process.
Her eyes were as focused as a hawk's. She found the protruding part of the bullet's tail, fixed it firmly with the tip of the tweezers, and lifted it up without hesitation.
With a muffled groan from Lu Zhan, the bullet covered in blood and tissue debris was taken out!
Fan Shengnan did not rush to be complacent, but quickly used hemostatic cotton to block the wound that was bleeding again, and began to suture it with skillful movements.
The needle and thread seemed to be alive in her hands, passing through one side of the wound precisely and exiting steadily from the other side, with the spacing between each stitch just right.
As the needle and thread moved back and forth in her hands, the wound was slowly closed, and the originally hideous wound gradually became regular.
Only after she had sewn the last stitch and gently shortened the thread did Fan Shengnan breathe a sigh of relief.
She raised her head and said apologetically:
"I'm sorry, I hurt you just now, my hands are still shaking uncontrollably."
Although Lu Zhan was sweating profusely from the pain, he looked much more relaxed:
"Thank you, doctor. You treated the wound very well and professionally."
The little soldier echoed:
"Yes, doctor, your hands didn't shake at all. My heart was in my throat when you took out the bullet, but you were so calm and pulled it out in the blink of an eye. It's amazing!"
"The wound was sewn up quickly and neatly. I've never seen a wound sewn up so neatly!"
The little soldier's exaggerated tone made Fan Shengnan's face blush.
She was not as good as he said. She was thankful that the stitches were successfully done.
However, looking at the suture line on Lu Zhan's left chest, she felt satisfied. At least there was no crooked "centipede" left on his body.
For the next few days, Lu Zhan stayed at the medical station to change the dressings. As people saw the suture line, they couldn't help but praise it:
"This was stitched up by the doctor from the battlefield medical team, right? It's so beautiful, and the technique is so neat and efficient!"
Lu Zhan looked around the tent and soon spotted Fan Shengnan. He pointed at her and said,
"That doctor sewed it. She was really quick and accurate."
The man looked in the direction of his finger and said in surprise:
"No way, that's Lin Daiyu! Didn't she cry when she stitched you up?"
Lu Zhan frowned, obviously hearing the ridicule in this person's words:
"Dr. Lin is very professional. Please don't make fun of her just because she's a lesbian!"
The man pulled the corner of his mouth and snorted a laugh.
After hearing that it was Lin Daiyu who sutured the wound, he had a different understanding of the neat sutures. The soldier didn't know how much suffering he had endured before she could slowly and neatly sew up the wound like drawing, and he even foolishly praised her!
In his opinion, he hasn't suffered enough!
"Okay, since you think Dr. Lin is very professional, I'll let the professional Dr. Lin change your medicine."
He walked a few steps to Fan Shengnan, patted her shoulder, and deliberately said loudly:
"'Doctor Lin'! Your patient asked you to change his dressing, and he praised your professionalism!"
His voice was so loud and clear that everyone in the tent could hear what he said.
Whether it was calling her "Doctor Lin" or praising her professionalism, the implicit mockery was undoubtedly understood by everyone present immediately. The medical students who came with Fan Shengnan couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Fan Shengnan blushed and looked back in surprise, only to see Lu Zhan looking at her seriously, without a hint of teasing in his eyes.
His resolute gaze, like when he took out the bullet, suddenly injected courage into her heart.
Why should she be ashamed?!
Even though she didn't perform well in the past few days, she did remove a bullet from Lu Zhan's chest by herself and sutured it quickly and neatly, so his wound can now recover quickly and well.
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