Chapter 297 Suture
She needs to do a lot of things before she can start working.
First lift his feet and place a bundle with a pillow under his feet to prevent him from going into shock.
Then he opened another bundle, took out a fleece coat, folded it, and gently wrapped it around his head to prevent him from losing more body heat.
Then she pulled the covers aside and began to remove the clothes from his body layer by layer, starting at his feet and working her way up.
Then she went to his sweater, which was soaked with blood, damp and cold, and wiped the blood off his chest as best she could, using the pillowcase she picked up, being very impeccable at the moment.
She dried him as best she could and then pulled the covers over his chest and shoulders.
Finally she lay down beside him, moving closer to him under the layers of covers until she was touching him and had her arms around him, and finally she pulled another fleece over them both, covering their heads and keeping the air they breathed warm.
Their breath warmed the air almost immediately, making her face warmer, and the small comfort was so welcome that she wanted to cry with relief.
He felt like ice next to her.
He needed something hot to drink and something sweet to eat to help him fight the shock and the cold.
Her shaking was lessening, but his wasn't shaking at all, which was not a good sign.
But she could only rest for a short time; she had to try to build a shelter for them, at least to keep out the wind.
However, the first task on her notebook right now was to feed Song Mo Ting and suture his wounds.
She found the iron pot in the space and marveled at her own wisdom.
I saw this big iron pot by chance in the county town. I don’t know why I put it there at that time.
Now that comes in handy.
Thanks to the spring water in her space, Jiang Xiaoxiao cooked rice porridge and even put some dried peaches in it.
Peaches are the most important at this time.
I don’t know why the peach juice doesn’t seem to work, or maybe it does, she just hasn’t felt it yet.
Look at the steaming pot.
Jiang Xiaoxiao began to prepare for the suture.
After returning to Song Moting, she knelt beside him and thoroughly counted the contents of all her medicines.
Scissors – This will definitely come in handy.
Lots of gauze, tape, cotton swabs, a tube of antibacterial ointment, rubbing alcohol and iodine, sterile cotton balls, painkillers.
besides……
That's the suture kit!
What she was concerned about at the moment was whether these things were enough to treat the wound on Song Moting's head.
The conclusion was enough, which meant she had no excuse to back down.
My skills shouldn't have regressed, but I still feel a little sad. Picking up this thing again reminds me of many things from my previous life.
The first thing to do is to clean the wound thoroughly.
hehe!
She didn't even have water to wet the wound, let alone "thoroughly".
She could only do the best she could, thankfully there was no dirt or debris in the wound.
First she needed to get some sugar into his system, and then maybe give him some painkillers.
Without anesthetics, at least we can quench our thirst with poison.
She carefully removed the fleece covering his head.
Even though she knew he looked terrible, she was almost stunned when she actually faced him.
His entire face was covered in dried blood, and there were even clots of blood in his eye sockets, ears, nostrils, and at the corners of his mouth.
To make matters worse, his forehead swelled up, stretching the wound further.
She didn't expect the wound to swell. If the wound was not treated, the swelling might get worse, so she couldn't wait.
"Brother Song,"
She said touching him beneath the layers of quilts.
"Wake up! It's show time."
He took a quick, deep breath.
"I am awake."
His voice sounded much stronger, and now it seemed that her choice might have been right to let him warm up first before taking care of his injuries.
She opened the bottle of painkillers and placed one between his lips.
Watching him move the pill around in his mouth, noticing his eyes were already covered with blood, he reached out and dripped the spring water from his fingertips.
Watch him swallow the medicine smoothly.
She gave him another one, and he repeated the process, then said,
“Mission accomplished.”
Carefully pour the disinfectant solution onto the wound.
He twitched immediately, then tried hard to control himself and stopped moving.
She looked for dirt in the wound, but saw only blood that had been washed away.
Avoid touching any obvious blood clots, then take out a piece of sterile cotton wool dipped in alcohol and begin cleaning around the wound.
She didn't let herself think about the severity of the wound, or how easily it could get infected in this non-sterile environment.
Instead she just focused on what she had to do and did it step by step.
She wiped his hands, the needle, and the forceps with another piece of sterile cotton.
Then she put on disposable gloves and disinfected everything again.
She disinfected his forehead with iodine.
After sterilizing as much as possible, she got ready, took a deep breath, and began to sew.
The curved needle in his hand pierced his skin and forced its way to the other side of the wound.
"It hurts, please bear with it."
He didn't answer.
His eyes were closed and his breathing was regular.
Although there were painkillers, Jiang Xiaoxiao knew it would definitely hurt, but it was obviously not as severe as she had imagined.
At least his body didn't tense up in pain as she inserted the needle.
It comforted her.
She moved slowly, afraid to cause him pain.
Tie a knot at each stitch and cut the thread so each stitch is individual.
The wound was very deep, about six inches long.
She knows how many stitches should be placed per inch so that the wound will heal beautifully.
From start to finish, she was sure it took her at least half an hour.
She carefully arranged the black stitches, wiped away the blood where the needle had pierced the skin, and debated whether to apply some antibiotic ointment to the wound before bandaging it.
The only medicine on hand was antibiotics.
But they did not perform the sutures under a normal sterile environment, and the necessary medicines and tools were not available.
She and Song Moting were trapped on the mountainside, in the snow, and food was scarce.
She thinks his immune system may need all the help it can get.
She carefully applied some ointment to the wound, which contained a mild analgesic, which must be of some help.
Then she covered the wound with gauze, wrapped it around her head, and then wrapped it with medical tape.
The end result was pretty neat, if she said so herself, and the bandage helped keep dirt out of the wound.
"alright!"
She finally announced, flopping down next to him.
It wasn't that the stitching took up a lot of her energy, but that her headache felt like she was hit on the head by a sledgehammer.
Song Moting could sense Jiang Xiaoxiao's tiredness eagerly.
I was anxious, but there was nothing I could do.
This helplessness is frustrating.
Damn it, he still thinks his wife is so beautiful at this time.
In the past, I thought it was beauty, beauty in appearance, but now her beauty is definitely not because of her appearance, because now she looks like a homeless beggar on the street.
His hair was a mess, his face was covered in blood and dirt, and there were bruises under his eyes that would probably be all black and blue tomorrow.
The military coat was covered in blood and had cotton wool showing through the torn parts.
No matter how you look at it, she looks like a homeless woman.
But I just feel that Jiang Xiaoxiao is so beautiful that it makes people feel distressed.
(End of this chapter)
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