Luo Wenyuan was shocked when he heard that Chen Qingshan wanted to change his medicine.
"Will you change the medicine?"
"What's so difficult about changing the dressing? Isn't it just rubbing it with alcohol and then wrapping it with gauze?"
Luo Wenyuan was so angry that he almost laughed. He didn't know where this kid got such arrogance from.
"My injuries are too complicated for you to handle. Leave the medicine box behind and go back."
"You don't need me to disinfect you, and the female soldiers from the medical team aren't coming, so how are you going to treat the wound? Don't tell me you asked the soldier outside the door to do it for you!"
The muscles on Luo Wenyuan's face twitched. He had indeed not disinfected the wound properly for a long time. He used to be able to wipe it himself by looking in the mirror, but later his eyesight got worse and worse, so he could only randomly rinse it with artificial tears mixed with antibiotics. Every time he did so, the pain made him tremble all over.
Qingshan continued to lobby:
"How about this, I'll give you a few rubs first. If you think it's okay, I'll continue. If not, I'll leave. How about that?"
Luo Wenyuan was a little persuaded. If his wound wasn't properly disinfected, pus would accumulate and irritate the ulcer on his cornea, causing him unbearable pain. So, why not let her try? Would it scare her?
Seeing him hesitate, Qingshan added fuel to the fire:
"Don't worry, I've been studying Chinese medicine since I was a kid, so I have a solid foundation. I promise it'll be gentle and painless."
Luo Wenyuan's injury was a military secret, and shouldn't have been shared with a student. But he was feeling so miserable today that he felt a bit impulsive, thinking, "Why would I care about secrets when I'm about to die?" So he compromised.
Luo Wenzhou sighed, slowly raised his hand to touch the lock on the edge of his glasses, and gave Qingshan a shot of warning:
"I injured my eye. It's scary. Be prepared."
After saying that, he unhooked the black swimming goggles from his eye sockets with a click, revealing a pair of ferocious and scary eyes.
Just now Qingshan used his spiritual power to observe the wounds around his eyes. Now looking at them with his naked eyes, he felt that they were even more horrifying than before. There were many places where festering and pus were oozing, and even white bones were exposed near the temple of his left eye socket.
Luo Wenyuan took off his glasses, clenched his fists and counted down in his mind: most people would scream in surprise when they saw his eyes, and even those who were braver would gasp. I wonder how many seconds she can hold on.
Luo Wenyuan was staring with salty eyes, waiting to hear Qingshan lose his composure, when he suddenly felt a chill on his face. A small hand with a slightly lower body temperature stroked his cheekbone and pressed it gently twice.
"The wound is so rotten, it must be painful for you——!"
Luo Wenyuan, an elite member of the Qilin Special Forces and a renowned warrior, hadn't shed a tear in over a year of pain. But hearing Qingshan's words, Luo Wenyuan suddenly felt a pang of sadness in his throat. He secretly thanked his lucky tear glands for being blocked, otherwise he would have burst into tears.
Qingshan opened the medicine box and looked through the contents, then asked Luo Wenyuan:
"Where do you want to change the dressing, on the bed or on the couch?"
Luo Wenyuan was stunned. Only then did he notice that Chen Qingshan had been sitting on his bed. Luo Wenyuan was a mysophobe. He could handle rolling around in the mud and water during training missions, but he couldn't stand anyone touching his bed. If someone sat on it without knowing the truth, Colonel Luo would be disgusted for days, and his bedding would have to be replaced from head to toe. But seeing Qingshan sitting there, he didn't feel uncomfortable at all. It was really strange.
"Go to the couch."
Qingshan pulled a chair over, sat down facing Luo Wenyuan, and began carefully disinfecting him with tincture of iodine. Many patients with blood diseases, in the terminal stage, have low immunity and develop ulcers. Qingshan had disinfected patients numerous times in his previous life, and his technique had been honed. His technique was professional and brisk, eliminating wounds thoroughly and painlessly.
Luo Wenyuan leaned his head back on the sofa, almost humming in comfort. He cursed inwardly: The trained medical soldiers in the medical team are not as serious as this student. When he recovers, he will definitely kick these unskilled people out of the army!
While disinfecting, Qingshan thought to himself: This person's eyes are so badly injured, with multiple ulcers on his cornea, but he is still not completely blind. This is a bit unusual.
Qingshan, curious, used his spiritual power to examine Luo Wenyuan from head to toe. He found nothing different, except for one thing: his pineal gland was unusually large, the size of a quail egg! You should know that the pineal gland of a normal adult is not even the size of a coffee bean.
The pineal gland is a gland in the brain that secretes various cytokines and amine and peptide hormones. As we age, the pineal gland gradually shrinks and degenerates.
Qingshan remembered reading a report that some scientists believed the pineal gland was actually a vestigial third eye. The "third eye" mentioned in many religions actually refers to the pineal gland. Some fortune-tellers with "foresight" abilities have larger-than-average pineal glands. Some even speculated that if the pineal gland could be opened, humans could potentially develop unforeseen supernatural powers.
Could it be that this person has a special physique due to the abnormal enlargement of his pineal gland, so his metabolism is faster than that of ordinary people, which is why he did not completely lose his eyesight?
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