But now there is no anesthesia, and even if one is unconscious, the excruciating pain is enough to wake one up.
I took a deep breath and slowly inserted the needle tip into Jin Ye's skin.
The moment the needle pierced the bone, Jin Ye's body jolted violently.
Immediately afterwards, a piercing scream burst from deep within his throat.
Jin Ye's eyes snapped open, and his hands instinctively tried to struggle.
"Hold him down!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Zeng Wei pounced over and firmly restrained Jin Ye's body with both hands.
"Brother Chen, hurry up, I... I can't hold him down any longer! The old man is too strong." Zeng Wei gritted his teeth, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and the veins on his arms bulged.
As I quickened my pace, I turned to look at Zeng Wei's cousin.
"Go and put the Five-Spiritus Gum on a tile and slowly bake it over a low fire until it's dry. Then go to the yard and look for some plantain. Wash the plantain clean, grind it into powder along with the Five-Spiritus Gum, and dissolve it in warm water. Quickly!"
Zeng Wei's cousin turned around and went to find tiles and fire.
Before long, I could smell that peculiar scent gradually spreading in the air.
Every time I stitched up his clothes, Jinye would twitch in pain.
Zeng Wei was doing his best to suppress Jin Ye's struggles, and large beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead, wetting the ground.
It took a full half hour for Mr. Jin's wound to be stitched up.
At this moment, Jin Ye fell into a coma again due to the pain, and his face was still pale.
I wiped the sweat from my brow. Dead people are more cooperative; they never cry out in pain.
Just as the stitches were finished, Zeng Wei's cousin came over with a bowl of mixed medicine.
I took the medicine and quickly treated Luo Tianhe's wound.
Luo Tianhe's injuries were also not optimistic; the wounds were deep and long, with the skin and flesh torn open.
However, he was luckier than Kim Jong-un, as he had anesthetic.
Although it can't compare to real anesthetics, at least it will make you suffer less.
Unlike Jin Ye, who would faint from the pain, wake up, and then faint again from the pain.
As I turned Luo Tianhe over to stitch up his back wound, a huge full-back tattoo appeared before my eyes.
On the left side of the image is a golden Buddha statue with a peaceful face, lowered eyes, and a gentle golden light emanating from its body, exuding tranquility and compassion.
On the right is a black golem.
With a ferocious face, wearing gold ornaments, curved and raised horns, wide-open eyes, exposed fangs, and surrounded by black smoke, it exudes a strong sense of oppression.
The Buddha and the demon stand on opposite sides, forming a stark contrast, with an invisible force seemingly confronting each other.
Amidst the gods and demons, a pagoda looms in and out of the clouds.
The small monks on either side of the steps seem to be clasping their hands together, as if witnessing this battle between Buddha and demon, also suggesting that all beings are undergoing cultivation and making choices between good and evil. The tattoo on Luo Ge's back is so imposing, much more so than those 'dragons over the shoulder,' 'geishas,' or 'Guan Yu with open eyes.'
While stitching up Luo Tianhe's wound, I couldn't help but look at the tattoo again.
In the blink of an eye, the scene before me made my heart skip a beat.
The Buddha statue, which originally looked kind and benevolent, now had a strange smile on its lips, as if it were sneering.
His smile held a hint of unsettling malevolence, a stark contrast to his previous serene demeanor.
I thought I was seeing things, so I rubbed my eyes and looked closer.
Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that another image was subtly hidden beneath the tattoo.
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