After Lu Qiqi finished stitching up the wounded soldier lying in bed, she used scissors to cut the connection between the curved needle and the suture.
Looking at her masterpiece, she called to the doctors who had gathered around. "Take a look, this is the standard way to suture."
From now on, this type of stitching will be considered the standard.
Several doctors leaned closer and saw that on the wounded soldier's waist and abdomen, a wound had been stitched up, resembling a large black centipede clinging tightly to his waist and abdomen.
Lu Qiqi pointed to the needle holder in the wooden tray and said, "You don't know how to use the needle holder, but you must practice using curved needles for suturing."
"I will have Physician Ren prepare curved needles for you, as well as pigskin for you to practice with."
However, with so many wounded soldiers, your training time will be limited. I hope you can learn quickly.
The doctors thought they had come to the border to suffer, but they didn't expect to come to learn new skills.
For a time, everyone regarded Lu Qiqi as their teacher.
Judging from her gaze and tone, I began to show her respect.
Throughout the morning, doctors came and went from the tents like a continuous stream of people attending a banquet; they wouldn't stay long before the next group of doctors would come to watch.
Lu Qiqi had no idea how many footsteps she had heard.
She looked at the medical staff who had come and gone countless times, and said, "I hope you can use your own hands to save more wounded soldiers."
These words deeply moved the doctors.
Because their wounds took so long to heal, they watched countless wounded soldiers die right before their eyes.
With this suturing technique, they will surely be able to save more people.
Thinking of this, the doctors said in unison, "Yes, we will not let you down!"
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