Song Shiting's voice was calm: "It's wild boar blood."
Ruan Qingling exclaimed in surprise, "You fought with a wild boar?"
Song Shiting glanced at her, then walked forward with uneven steps, dragging the snakeskin bag on the ground.
Ruan Qingling noticed that his arm was bleeding.
Worried that she might frighten the child, she quickly carried him into the house.
The daughter was crying inside the house.
Ruan Qingling's voice, soothing her daughter, came from inside the house.
Song Shiting first grabbed a set of clothes and changed out of the blood-stained ones, but his arm was still bleeding, so he frowned.
Yesterday, while fighting with a wild boar, I was bitten and the flesh on my arm was torn open.
After comforting her daughter, Ruan Qingling came out and saw his arm with the skin torn open.
Ruan Qingling said, "Go and take care of it."
This definitely requires stitches.
Song Shiting nodded.
When Ruan Qingling looked down, she saw that he also had a wound on his foot, so she said, "I'll go and call the doctor from the village entrance for you."
A hint of surprise flashed through Song Shiting's mind.
He nodded.
In fact, Ruan Qingling was capable of treating this kind of injury, but she knew that there were no tools or medicines available at home to do so.
Unfortunately, when Ruan Qingling arrived at the village clinic, the village's only doctor was not there.
The remaining little girl glanced at her and said, "The doctor isn't here."
Ruan Qingling: "When will the doctor be back?"
"He went to help deliver piglets; he's not here today."
Ruan Qingling: "..."
Song Shiting's situation cannot wait.
It takes too long to get from the village to the town.
She glanced at the tools on the shelf and said, "Then I'll borrow some tools first."
Bai Luoxue's eyelids almost rolled to the top of her head: "You took the stuff yourself. If it causes someone to die, you'll have to take responsibility."
Ruan Qingling glanced at her indifferently and said, "Don't worry, it has nothing to do with you."
She took the tools she needed and was about to leave.
Bai Luoxue called out from behind, "Remember to return the things."
Ruan Qingling: "Don't worry, it will definitely be returned."
When Ruan Qingling returned, Song Shiting was by the stove.
Ruan Qingling frowned and said, "Come here first, I'll help you treat your wound."
She put the things on the table and said, "The village doctor isn't here, so I have to bring the tools back myself."
Song Shiting looked at Ruan Qingling with surprise.
Seeing his disbelieving look, Ruan Qingling said, "I've treated the little rabbit's wounds before. If you trust me, I'll treat it for you. Since the village doctor isn't here today, your wound can't be left until you get to town."
Seeing that she was sincere, Song Shiting closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again before saying, "You can do it."
At this point, I had already mentally prepared for the worst.
Ruan Qingling's eyes lit up instantly, and she said, "I couldn't find any anesthetic, so it hurts a little. Just bear with it."
Song Shiting nodded.
Ruan Qingling began operating the machine by the light from the window in the room.
First, disinfection.
Watch as she skillfully uses tweezers to pick up cotton balls.
Song Shiting looked down at her hand.
Her fingers were long, and her skin was fairer than others.
Especially when compared to his skin.
That is, a white flour steamed bun placed inside a brown sugar wheat bun.
It's extremely eye-catching!
"I'm going to start." Ruan Qingling had already put on her clothes.
The village had very limited medical supplies, so Ruan Qingling only received single-strand polyamide sutures.
This type of line has slightly lower performance.
But there was nothing she could do. Fortunately, her technique was good and her speed was fast.
When the needle pierced the skin, it felt like something was biting me.
It wasn't particularly painful, but it was still uncomfortable.
After just two injections, the effect on the eyes was surprisingly good!
In other words, Ruan Qingling really knows how to suture!
It took eight stitches in total.
Six stitches would have been fine, but Ruan Qingling used a fine needle so that the scar wouldn't be too noticeable after the stitches were removed.
My daughter got tired of playing by herself and wanted to find her parents.
No one was playing with her, so she started looking for someone to play with.
She burst into tears.
Ruan Qingling quickly tied a knot and said, "Okay, don't get it wet lately."
Also, sprinkle some medicinal powder.
The bandaging was completed, and it looked quite decent.
When Ruan Qingling went to wash her hands.
Song Shiting was looking at the wound that Ruan Qingling had bandaged for him.
On my wrist, I could still feel the gentle touch she had just left behind.
Ruan Qingling washed her hands before noticing a bloody snake bag lying on the ground outside.
She asked, "Song Shiting, what is this?"
Song Shiting remembered the wild boar meat he had brought back and said, "I'll go and prepare the wild boar meat."
"Your hand is just fixed. Look after your daughter. Let me take a look."
Ruan Qingling went and got a basin to bring back.
As soon as I opened the bag, I saw a large piece of pork.
This is a pig's hind leg.
One calf!
Ruan Qingling was pleasantly surprised.
There's meat to eat now.
She knew that pigs raised by the government could not be eaten casually; only a small amount of pork was distributed during festivals.
But now, with so much pork available, she and her daughter have had enough to eat.
They shoveled everything into the basin.
So heavy...
How did Song Shiting get injured and come back with such a big chunk of flesh on his leg?
What about the others?
However, this small piece of meat is enough for them to eat for a while.
It's better than stewing a chicken.
At this time, you have to eat meat secretly, so no one knows.
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