Every movement Tan Junyan made would involve the wound and cause severe pain.
As a result, his movements became slow and difficult, and his expression was distorted with pain.
After throwing the last piece of blood-soaked clothing on the ground, he was already sweating profusely.
He walked towards the basin step by step, his steps staggering, as if he was carrying a heavy burden.
He gritted his teeth and forced himself to walk to the basin, picked up a clean towel, wet it, and began to wipe the blood off his body.
Some blood clots have dried up and stuck to the skin like stubborn tumors, making them extremely difficult and painful to clean.
No matter how careful you are, it will cause pain.
When the towel occasionally wipes the wound, my hand can't help but tremble in pain.
That is the body's instinctive reaction to severe pain and it cannot be suppressed at all.
In less than a moment, the water used to wash the towels turned into a basin of blood.
After the bloodstains were almost cleaned up, she endured the fatigue and pain and rummaged through the cabinet to find the first aid kit that Wang Yan had given her, as well as two bottles of saline solution and other items.
He took a deep breath and began the more difficult task of cleaning the wound.
Open the saline bottle and slowly pour the saline solution onto the wound.
"Ah!" At that moment, a muffled groan came from his mouth in pain.
When the salt water comes into contact with the wound, it is like sprinkling salt on it, and the stinging sensation quickly spreads along the nerves throughout the body.
It was a pain that could almost make one collapse.
But in order to avoid infection, I can only grit my teeth and endure it.
Beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead, gathering at his chin and dripping onto the ground.
The corners of his mouth were white from biting hard, and the area around his feet was covered with blood-stained alcohol cotton and other cleaning supplies, like a tragic picture.
After cleaning the wound, he picked up the medical alcohol.
When the alcohol spilled on the wound, his body stiffened suddenly and his hands subconsciously grasped the edge of the cabinet.
His knuckles turned white from the excessive force.
Alcohol disinfection is a necessary step and cannot be taken lightly. He groaned in pain.
After a while, when the pain eased a little, I used a towel to wipe the sweat off my face like rain.
Then he put the towel in his mouth and picked up the needle and thread.
Some wounds are so deep and long that they are difficult to heal on their own without sutures.
After choosing the right position, his face turned grim and the needle and thread in his hand decisively pierced the flesh.
After the injection, his face turned pale instantly and his facial features were distorted by severe pain.
He calmed himself down, bit the towel tightly in his mouth, and let the needle and thread shuttle through the wound, being stained red with blood.
This wasn't the first time I had to deal with a wound myself, but this time it was really bad.
The injury was serious, and every injection felt like torture.
Waves of intense pain hit his nerves, and by the time the wound on his arm was sutured, he was already out of breath.
After taking a few breaths, he began to treat the leg wound.
The muscles in the legs become more sensitive after the injury.
The pain of each needle made me almost faint.
But with his strong willpower, he managed to get through it.
After finishing the last stitch, he seemed to have used up all his strength and sat down exhausted.
I felt almost exhausted, as if my body no longer belonged to me, and I was feeling drowsy.
In order to prevent himself from falling asleep, he took a short breath and then struggled to stand up.
After getting up, he took out gauze and bandages and began to bandage the wound.
After the bandage was done, he changed into a set of clean clothes.
After this care, she looked brand new, and no one could tell that she was covered in wounds.
Finally, he took out a few anti-inflammatory pills, swallowed them with water, and strode out.
A moment later, in a room, Tan Junyan warned the soldiers, "My trip to Pengshui City this time is confidential and must not be made public."
"You must follow the plan here, strengthen the city defenses, and train the soldiers. Don't slack off in the slightest."
"If there is any urgent military information, use the intercom to transmit the message according to the method previously discussed."
"Yes, yes..." the generals agreed in unison.
"If any barbarian troops come to surrender to the city, we will also accept them."
"After the war, we will send them to other cities and manage them separately. This will disperse their power and help us better control them."
"As for urban construction and other matters, the current situation is tense, so we can only put them aside for now."
"Our first priority is to address the immediate crisis..."
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Tan Junyan's voice is steady and powerful, and every word she says reveals her wisdom and decisiveness as a head coach.
After giving a detailed explanation, he quietly left Pengshui City with a few trusted confidants.
The bumpy ride on horseback caused the wound that had just stopped bleeding to burst again.
Blood slowly flowed out from the wound, soaking his clothes and dyeing the warhorse beneath him red.
But she still endured it and didn't show any emotion.
"Bang."
Due to excessive bleeding, she finally couldn't hold on and fell off her horse when she was about to reach Pengshi City.
"Coach, coach..."
Seeing this, everyone hurriedly reined in their horses and rushed forward to check.
"Ah! Master... Commander..."
A soldier saw that Tan Junyan's eyes were closed and she was unconscious, and he became extremely anxious.
He shook Tan Junyan's shoulders vigorously, shouting, "Coach, Coach..."
He felt that the hand that was supporting Tan Junyan's shoulder was wet. When he looked closely, he saw that it was covered in blood.
Looking more closely, I saw that Tan Junyan's clothes were stained with blood.
"this……"
"The coach was so seriously injured, and he didn't even tell us, wuwu..."
The general looked at Tan Junyan's miserable appearance and couldn't help sobbing.
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