Chapter 142: Brother, You Smell So Good
In general, small blisters do not need to be treated. The body's repair and metabolism can gradually recover, and the blisters will dry up and shrink on their own.
But blisters like the ones on the palms of Sang Xingjia's hands, which are almost as big as thumb nails, need to be treated, otherwise they will be accidentally broken in daily life.
Take the needle and thread that you just received, take out a thin needle, and carefully warm the tip of the needle back and forth under the flame of the oil lamp for a while.
Then use a clean cloth to wipe off the black ash from the needle tip and pass it over the flame again.
Sang Yu held Sang Xingjia's hand, pulled him closer to the lamp, and glanced at him: "I'm starting. It might be a little painful. Bear with it, brother."
Sang Xingjia gritted his teeth and nodded slightly: "Come on, I'm ready."
The sharp needle pierced the blister, but the blister did not burst like a balloon, but remained the same. Only when the needle was pulled out did some of the light yellow liquid inside come out.
After pricking all five blisters one by one and reheating the needle before putting it away, Sang Yu took Sang Xingjia's hand, and then...
"Hiss! It hurts! Ah! Little sister, let go, I can't bear it anymore!"
As she pressed her hands on both sides of the blisters and applied a little force, Sang Xingjia's screams suddenly resounded throughout the room.
Sang Yongjing, who was sitting aside with his head stretched out to watch, subconsciously hugged Sang Xinghao tightly in his arms.
Hiss, it hurts just hearing the sound. Fortunately, his hands are not as tender as Jiaer's and no blisters were formed, otherwise he would be the one screaming there now.
Thinking of this, he actually felt a little relieved.
After squeezing out the light yellow tissue fluid from the five large blisters in his palm, leaving only a layer of wrinkled blister skin covering the wounds, Sang Yu let go of his hand and asked, "Is it that exaggerated?"
When she first started learning to cook, in order to improve her knife skills, she often had to hold the kitchen knife to cut potato shreds and radish strips, and it was common for her to get blisters on the palms of her hands.
Every time she pricked her wounds, she would apply some iodine to disinfect them, and continue practicing the next day until calluses grew in those areas and they would never be rubbed again.
Why didn't she remember that it would be painful to open the blisters and squeeze the water?
"pain!"
When Sang Xingjia raised his head, his tearful eyes scared Sang Yu. There were tear marks on his cheeks, obviously he had just cried.
"Well, just bear with it for a while." Sang Yu said as she pulled over a clay pot beside her, scooped a bowl with a small bowl, and pulled him out the door.
Before Sang Xingjia could understand what was happening, the cold liquid slid through his fingers and landed on his palm.
The moment the liquid came into contact with the wound, he gasped. It hurt so much!
Fortunately, although this pain was more severe, it lasted for a relatively short time, and he managed to hold back and not cry out.
After both hands were rinsed clean, Sang Yu nodded with satisfaction and pulled him back to his original position.
Only then did Sang Xingjia have the energy to ask, "What kind of water is that?"
"Light salt water, your wound needs to be cleaned, otherwise it will get infected later."
After Sang Yu gave a brief answer, he dug out the small mortar he had just bought, washed it, and returned to the house with a few cloves of garlic to start peeling them.
"Yu'er, are you peeling garlic for cooking?" Seeing that the treatment seemed to be over, Sang Yongjing, who was standing next to her, finally mustered up the courage to speak.
"No, crush it and take out the juice to apply to brother. Garlic juice can inhibit bacteria." Sang Yu answered without raising his head, and then put the garlic cloves into the mortar one by one.
Blisters are easy to treat, but wound infection is also very likely to occur later.
I can’t find anything else for the time being, but when applying garlic juice on the wound, the allicin in it has an antibacterial effect.
Although it may cause a little irritation on the skin, the effect is excellent.
I thought my suffering was over, but I didn't expect that after washing the wound with salt water, I had to apply garlic juice on it.
Sang Xingjia subconsciously wanted to run, but before he could stand up, someone grabbed him by the collar.
Looking back, Sang Yu looked at him with a smile: "Brother, the wound has not been treated yet, where do you want to go?"
"Ahem, I'm a little tired from sitting for too long. I want to go out for a walk."
"It will be done soon. Don't leave until you're done."
A moment later, Sang Xingjia raised his two hands with a dejected look on his face. They were wrapped in a layer of linen, and there was a faint smell of garlic coming from them, just like two pickled pig's trotters waiting to be roasted.
Sang Xinghao came over and sniffed it without any tact, then said, "Brother, you smell so good."
She also carefully reminded Sang Xingjia to be careful not to press his palm when sleeping at night to reduce friction, and she would check the wound again tomorrow morning to see if there were any signs of inflammation or infection.
At this point, she finally waved her hand mercifully and said, "It's taken care of."
Sang Xingjia, who was originally "tired of sitting", did not move and continued to sit stiffly in the same place.
It’s nothing, my hand hurts.
If popping a blister is a level two pain, rinsing with saline is a level one.
The pain level after applying garlic juice is between level one and level two. It is not as painful as when salt water comes into contact with the wound, but it is continuous.
Regardless of how he felt, Sang Yu took the mortar and planned to go to the river to clean it. Looking at the remaining minced garlic in it, he suddenly had an idea.
If she remembered correctly, allicin isolated from garlic seemed to be a good antibacterial and antiviral agent.
If she has the opportunity in the future, she might be able to use this thing to enter the pharmaceutical market.
There was no conversation that night, and he was still woken up by the crowing of a rooster on the hard bed. Sang Yu knew without opening his eyes that it must be dawn outside.
Whose chicken is this? It's so time-sensitive, crowing so early every morning. Don't let her catch you, or she'll kill it and eat its meat sooner or later.
After being woken up, she tossed and turned in bed twice, but found that she couldn't fall asleep anymore, so she finally got up reluctantly.
As soon as she opened the door, she was shivered by the cool morning mist, and the hair on her arms and back stood up.
“It’s so cold!”
Looking up, the sky had just turned a little brighter, and a thin white mist was floating above Qingxi Village, as if it could be touched with just a stretch of the hand.
It turns out there is fog again today. No wonder the temperature feels a lot lower than yesterday.
But the fog meant it would be a sunny day, perfect for picking some reed flowers. By now, the flowers should be hanging on the branches of the reeds.
Although cattail fluff looks like cotton wool and is light and fluffy, it is actually not warm due to its structure and density.
People rarely wear cotton-padded clothes with reed fluff as lining. Not only are they not warm, they are also very breathable. When the wind blows, the chill penetrates into the bones.
Except for the poor who really can't afford cotton clothes, it is generally used to fill the lining of bedding. And this is only in places with higher temperatures like Lingnan, otherwise it can't withstand the severe cold.
Suddenly, Sang Xingjia's weak voice came from the side. He raised his hands wrapped in linen and asked, "Little sister, can I take off the cloth in my hands?"
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