Chapter 215 Stitches
"What?!"
Jiang quickly stood up and looked in the direction of Song Yuntang.
"Tang'er..."
Song Yuntang reacted without having time to listen to what she said. He left the kitchen and went to the room to get the medicine box, but saw that Xu Qingye had already brought out her medicine box.
Xu Yongwang also came out of the house and urged several people in the yard.
"Come on, let's go check it out."
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After closing the gate, the family rushed to their uncle's house.
Hu'er was now being held in the arms of his aunt Zhang, who was covering the wound on his forehead with a handkerchief and calling him her darling out of distress. His daughter-in-law He, who was standing next to him, had already cried with red eyes out of fear.
The old couple Xu Yuande, who lived next door, were alarmed by the noise here and came home. They were looking in Huer's direction with worried looks on their faces.
There were some villagers standing outside the yard watching the fun, looking at what was happening in the yard, all with frowned brows.
Hu'er had originally stopped crying.
When she met Jiang and Xu Yongwang, her little mouth curled up again.
"Uncle, aunt."
As he said this, he looked like he was about to cry.
Seeing Hu'er's face half covered in blood, Jiang couldn't bear it, so she stepped forward and gently comforted him, "Be good, Hu'er. Your aunt is a very good doctor. She will be able to cure Hu'er soon."
The adults who were originally surrounding Hu'er spontaneously made room for Song Yuntang who was carrying the medicine box.
Song Yuntang placed the medicine box beside him, "Has the bleeding stopped?"
Zhang sniffed.
"It doesn't seem to be bleeding as much now."
Song Yuntang nodded, opened the medicine box, took out the hemostatic medicine and held it in his hand, and with his other hand he carefully uncovered the handkerchief in Zhang's hand.
The bleeding has not stopped completely and is still flowing out in small amounts.
But this is not the most troublesome thing. The most troublesome thing is that the wound on Huer's forehead is deep. If it is not sutured, it will probably leave a more obvious sunken scar later.
Even so, the bleeding must be stopped first.
Song Yuntang gently poured the medicine in his hand onto the wound.
Hu Er sniffed, looking at Song Yun Tang treating his wounds seriously, and asked in a low voice with tears in his eyes, "Aunt, will Hu Er die?"
Song Yuntang shook his head, his voice gentle.
"You'll be fine as long as Auntie is here." She looked up at He who was worried, "Auntie, go get a basin of cold water. I'll clean Hu'er's wound."
He wiped her tears and hurried to pour some water.
Seeing that the bleeding had stopped, Song Yuntang looked at his aunt Zhang, uncle Xu Yongfu and cousin Xu Chengji.
"The wound on Hu'er's forehead is quite deep. It may leave a more obvious sunken scar later. I do have a way to repair the scar to the point where it can't be seen with the naked eye, but it will be painful. I wonder if Hu'er can bear it?"
Hu'er pursed his lips.
"Tiger is a man, he can handle it."
Song Yuntang smiled and patted his head, "Aunt believes that Hu'er is very brave."
With her affirmation, the expression on Hu'er's face became firm.
After hesitating, Zhang asked, "What is the method?"
If possible, she certainly doesn't want her grandson to have a scar on his forehead. No matter if it's a boy or a girl, a scar would look unsightly and make it difficult to get married in the future.
Song Yuntang looked at her and said, "Use a needle and fine thread to sew up his wound. A wound more than half an inch long and of this depth needs at least five stitches. Remove the stitches after the wound heals. Then use scar cream for a while, and the scar on his forehead will be restored to a state where it is almost invisible."
Fortunately, there was no pulsating bleeding, otherwise I would have needed at least seven or eight or even ten stitches.
Although she majored in traditional Chinese medicine in her previous life, she also dabbled in this kind of surgery. Precisely because she was good at using silver needles, her suturing skills were no worse than those of surgeons.
He had just walked out of the kitchen with a cup of water in her hand. When she heard Song Yuntang's remarks, she was so scared that she almost spilled the water in her hand.
When doing needlework on weekdays, it hurts so much if I accidentally prick my finger. Now my own son has to get stitches on his skin. It’s hard to imagine how painful it must be.
Tiger is still a child.
How could he bear such pain?
"Does it have to be this way?"
She put the water aside, stroked Huer's head, and asked with a distressed look on her face.
Not only her, but also the people around who were watching the fun fell silent.
Xu Qingye's wife is really brave. She even dares to suture the wound on the skin. Many children get bruised when they are young, but I have never heard of any doctor suture a wound.
Song Yuntang wet a clean cotton cloth and started to clean the blood stains on Huer's face.
"If you don't mind leaving a scar on his face, just stop the bleeding. If you want to sew it up, I can use acupuncture to relieve Hu'er's pain, but I can't completely eliminate it. Before Hu'er's wound heals, please consider it for the time being."
If she had Ma Fei San, it would be much easier to do, but unfortunately she never had the time to look for the Datura flower.
The whole plant of Datura is highly poisonous and is rarely used in daily life. It is usually not available in pharmacies, but it is indeed one of the indispensable medicinal ingredients in making Ma Fei San.
He felt unsure and looked at Zhang.
"mother……"
Zhang looked at Hu'er in her arms with a distressed look on her face, "Auntie is stitching up Hu'er's wound, are you afraid?"
Hu'er shook his head, "Hu'er is not afraid, Hu'er doesn't want to be scarred."
When Song Yuntang heard Hu'er's answer, she had already taken out the thin needle and silk thread she had prepared from the medicine box, and also took out a small bottle of white wine from the bottom layer of the medicine box.
First use white wine to disinfect the silk thread, thin needle and silver needle.
After threading the needle extremely skillfully, she first placed the needle and thread in a small porcelain dish wiped with white wine in the medicine box, picked up the silver needle and inserted it into several acupuncture points on Huer's body, then after a short pause, she began to pick up the needle and thread to quickly sew up Huer's wounds.
The people watching the fun around didn't dare to make a sound.
Looking at Song Yuntang's extremely skilled technique, she felt that she was not as skilled at embroidering on cloth as she was at sewing on flesh.
Because the injured area was already numb from the pain, and because Song Yuntang used acupuncture to relieve the pain, and his needle insertion was quick and accurate, Hu'er was able to endure the pain from the stitches on his forehead for the time being.
He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and remained silent.
Seeing this, Song Yuntang couldn't help but admire the courage of this little guy.
Ordinary children would be frightened and burst into tears when seeing such a scene, and very few children would actively cooperate.
"alright."
Before he finished speaking, Song Yuntang had already tied a knot and picked up a pair of scissors to cut the silk thread.
Afterwards, he removed the silver needle that was left on Hu'er's body, found a small box of anti-inflammatory ointment from the medicine box and gave it to He.
"Don't let Hu'er do strenuous exercise in the next few days to prevent the sutured wound from bursting. Don't let him touch water. Keep the wound clean and eat a light diet. I'll come to remove his stitches in about six or seven days, and then I'll bring a box of scar-removing ointment for my cousin's wife."
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