Song Tingwan stopped her when she was about to take action.
"Wait a minute, I haven't told you how to do it yet..."
Liu Yue said lightly, "Oh," and said, "Master, please tell me."
Song Tingwan shook his head helplessly, squatted down and called out "Prince" twice.
No reaction at all.
Only his occasional frown indicated that he was actually sensitive to the outside world.
Song Tingwan pointed at his wound and began to explain to Liu Yue in detail how to deal with it.
This can also be considered as practical teaching.
In fact, he suspected that there were remnants of tree branches left in the boy's wound, which was why it kept getting inflamed, unable to heal, and recurring.
She just checked it with a thermometer and found that the boy still had a slight fever.
The skin near the wound is so hot that it burns if you touch it.
In this case, the first thing to do is to treat the wound, clean out the pus, and then cut it open to see if there is really something inside.
If there is, clean it up; if not, find another way.
In short, it is always okay to clean the wound first.
Song Tingwan briefly explained the locations of surgery, steps, and some necessary things.
Liu Yue held the knife and listened attentively, with excitement flashing in her dark pupils.
She can't wait...
Cutting open the wound and cleaning things out is not actually considered surgery and is not difficult.
Besides, she had already taught them these basic things some time ago and had them practice on pork.
Song Tingwan was still relatively relieved, and nodded slowly under Liu Yue's gaze.
Just in case, Song Tingwan stood by and watched.
Liu Yue first wiped the boy's leg with iodine, then held the knife to his wound and cut it open without hesitation.
No unnecessary movements, clean and neat.
Liu Yue's hands didn't tremble at all.
Actually, this isn't the first time she's done this.
Her parents are both gangsters and masters of making drugs, so it is inevitable that they will be hurt by their enemies.
Often at times like this, if Liu Yue was there, she would be the one to handle it.
Cutting flesh and scraping bones are no big deal to her.
Not afraid at all.
Song Tingwan watched from the side and felt that her technique was very skillful, and she looked very serious as she used the tweezers to search for foreign objects.
The initial impatience faded, replaced by seriousness.
But there was still a little flame of excitement dancing in his eyes.
At the moment Liu Yue drew her knife, Song Tingwan noticed that the young man groaned, not loud or light.
Song Tingwan frowned slightly.
It would be great if there was anesthesia. We could give him local anesthesia.
This hurts so much.
Unfortunately, anesthetics are not available.
Hongdou quickly picked up a small basin and placed it at the bottom to catch the filth. Her movements were gentle and careful, and she did not disturb Liu Yue at all.
Liu Yue scraped away the rotten flesh on the surface of the wound layer by layer, her movements very steady.
Finally, the tweezers hit something hard.
The excitement in Liu Yue's eyes grew even stronger, but her hands were very steady. She slowly cut open the tender flesh with a knife and then used tweezers to take out the contents.
Halfway through, the tweezers stopped moving.
Liu Yue didn't intend to pull it hard, as this would hurt his healthy skin and might even cause a lot of bleeding.
Master said that if you don’t understand something, you should ask and not try to be stubborn.
So Liu Yue looked up at Song Tingwan and said, "Master, I can't move."
Song Tingwan did not waste any time and quickly took over Liu Yue's work and began to treat the wound carefully.
It was not much different from what she expected. There were many foreign objects embedded deep in the bowl-sized wound, which made her frown.
After all, this young man was the eldest son of the Duke's Mansion, so the doctor he invited was naturally a top-notch doctor.
Why didn’t you take out these dregs at that time?
There was actually a branch as long as a little finger embedded in it, growing together with the flesh and blood.
Song Tingwan picked it out carefully, his frown never relaxing until he successfully removed the small branch.
After thoroughly cleaning the debris from the wound, he took the needle and thread and began to suture.
Liu Yue watched intently from the side and spoke up at the right moment, "Master, why don't you use a suture-free Band-Aid instead of a needle and thread to sew directly into the flesh? Can he handle it?"
Song Tingwan didn't even raise his eyes, concentrating on the work. "The wound is too big, we have to use needle and thread."
Liu Yue nodded thoughtfully.
After treating the wound on his thigh, Song Tingwan took off his gloves and handed the wound on his calf to Liu Yue to treat.
Outside the clinic, Song Tingwan walked up to Song Qingyu, who looked worried, and comforted her, "Don't worry too much. Trust me."
Hearing this, Song Qingyu smiled gently.
Since the goddess said so, she felt relieved.
I have heard some stories about the goddess these days.
But the hands placed in front of his abdomen couldn't stop shaking.
Outside the curtain, people nearby kept looking over here.
Song Tingwan moved to another position and stood beside her, blocking her from prying eyes.
The scene inside was too bloody, and the small basin in front of the boy's wheelchair was filled with a lot of blood and flesh.
After all, he was her own son. Song Tingwan was worried that she wouldn't be able to bear it, but she didn't want her to stay here and have wild thoughts, so she suggested, "The weather is nice today, and the sun is warm. How about we go sit in the backyard?"
Song Qingyu nodded, and before leaving, she couldn't help but ask, "Goddess, is it okay if you're not in there? My son..."
Song Tingwan gave him a reassuring smile, "It's okay, Liu Yue is very capable. Although the prince's leg injury is serious, fortunately you have taken good care of him, so it's not to the point where amputation is necessary."
"According to my method, it shouldn't be a big problem. However, everyone's physique is different, so it depends on his recovery later on."
As he spoke, Song Ting took a step forward, held down her shaking hand, and said helplessly: "It's you who needs to adjust now. Don't be too nervous. Believe in the prince, he can do it."
Song Qingyu's face was haggard and her eyes were dark. After hearing what Song Tingwan said, she couldn't help crying.
I looked so pitiful that Song Tingwan couldn't help but feel distressed when he saw me.
She was a little confused.
The lady is so beautiful and has a good temper, why does the Duke insist on marrying another one?
Do men like to be surrounded by wives and concubines?
As expected, no matter whether it was two thousand years ago or two thousand years later, the bad nature of men has not been evolved at all.
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