“My dear girl, tell Grandma the truth, did you really not kidnap this young man to be your child husband? If so, Grandma doesn't approve of this marriage. Let me tell you, if you're going to find someone, you should find someone strong and healthy, so he can protect you…”
"Grandma, what are you thinking? What child husband?" Jiang Wanwan quickly interrupted Grandma Jiang, saying with a wry smile, "It's not what you think. I'll explain this to everyone tonight."
"Hmm, really not?" Grandma Jiang asked blankly.
"No, it's not. Okay, you guys go out first, I'll treat his wound, you guys hurry up and make mosquito coils."
Jiang Wanwan pushed Jiang Jiang and Grandma Jiang out of the woodshed, and then closed the door tightly.
Grandma Jiang and Jiang Jiang looked at each other, and with great tacit understanding, they began to pry open the door, preparing to eavesdrop on the sounds coming from inside the house.
"Big brother, grandma, if you don't go make mosquito coils soon, I'm afraid we won't be able to deliver the goods to those bosses on time. If we can't deliver the goods on time, we won't get the final payment, and if we don't get the final payment, we won't be able to build our new house." Jiang Wanwan's eerie voice came from inside the house, startling the two of them.
The two men instantly lost their interest in eavesdropping and ran quickly to the front yard.
After the two left, Jiang Wanwan turned her gaze to Qi Zhao, who was lying on the bed.
He was still unconscious. His eyes were closed, his brows were furrowed, and his face was extremely pale.
Jiang Wanwan carefully took off Qi Zhao's clothes, instantly revealing the long bandage around his chest.
At this moment, the white bandages were already soaked with bright red blood.
She carefully unwrapped the bandages, revealing a bloody, mangled knife wound.
The knife wound was extremely severe, running from the chest down to the lower abdomen. The cut was long and narrow, with flesh torn away, revealing the bare white bone.
Even Jiang Wanwan, a military doctor who was used to seeing all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases and injuries, couldn't help but frown when she saw it.
Besides this wound, his body was covered with wounds of varying sizes and severity.
Jiang Wanwan frowned, placed the basin on the floor onto the bed board, picked up the cloth from the basin, and began to clean Qi Zhao's wounds.
After wiping away the blood around the wound, Jiang Wanwan bought some iodine, bandages, suture needles, suture threads, and some wound medicine from the mall.
Iodine solution, wound medicine, and other medications were all packaged in ancient porcelain bottles to avoid any awkwardness in explaining if Qi Zhao accidentally saw them.
Wearing disposable medical surgical gloves, Jiang Wanwan first gave Qi Zhao an anesthetic injection. While the anesthetic took effect, she used the time to disinfect the most serious wound on Qi Zhao's chest with iodine.
After disinfection, and with the anesthetic having taken effect, she began to suture...
About half an hour later, all the wounds on Qi Zhao's body that needed stitching had been stitched up.
Jiang Wanwan let out a long sigh and wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve. Looking at the neatly stitched wound, she was extremely satisfied.
Fortunately, the suturing technique is still available.
She poured some ointment onto the wound and then bandaged it up.
Jiang Wanwan wrapped the cotton balls and other items in Qi Zhao's blood-stained clothes, took them to the vegetable garden, lit a fire, and burned them all.
She went to the kitchen, fetched a bowl of water, returned to the woodshed, and fed Qi Zhao two anti-inflammatory pills.
In ancient times, a serious infection of a wound could be fatal.
As for painkillers, well, he doesn't deserve them!
Why did she get dragged into this conflict?
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