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- Chen Wei is a very simple person. Not only is he simple, but he also accepts death. Not only does he accept death, he also likes to get into trouble.
This kind of person, once he sees a path, he will never look back.
I remember that Chen Wei was promoted to a minor official by the school leaders that year.
Chen Wei was so excited.
After returning home, he lay on the bed and told Wang Lu that he would thank the principal for his promotion tomorrow.
How can I thank you?
???????? Stuff an envelope into the principal¡¯s office.
There is a letter of thanks inside.
Wang Lu laughed so much that he rolled on the bed.
What era is this in? !
It¡¯s almost the same if you put RMB in RMB or Sanjiang shopping card in gold ring.
Post a thank you note? !
Chen Wei¡¯s face turned red from Wang Lu¡¯s laughter.
As a result, the next day, before leaving get off work, Chen Wei took advantage of the principal's absence and stuffed a letter into his office through the crack in the door.
What¡¯s in the letter¡ª¡ªis a thank you letter!
¡°Alas, this bull¡¯s horns are so sharp that even nine cows can¡¯t pull it back.
"But it is precisely this kind of person who simply accepts death. Once he has identified an idea, he will do his best in a down-to-earth manner.
Chen Wei stopped looking at Wang Lu, who was lying on the bed dying, and turned around to get busy.
We took spring water, washed two stainless steel pots carefully, and boiled them with hot water without leaving any oil splash.
I picked up the thinnest needle and sharpened it again with a whetstone.
Put it in a stainless steel pot, fill it with clear spring water, and boil it.
It burned for more than an hour, during which time the water was changed five times.
At the same time, I opened the quilt cover of the silk quilt and picked out 6 long pieces of silk from the silk batting inside.
Put it in another stainless steel pot, add water and boil it, and change the water 5 times.
??Take out the needle and silk thread, place them in two porcelain bowls cleaned with alcohol, and soak them for another full hour.
While the needle and silk thread were disinfected with alcohol, Chen Wei washed her hands over and over again. Before washing her hands, she polished her nails with a whetstone to make each nail smooth and round. After washing, she did not need to wipe it with a towel, but air-dried it naturally. Wipe again with alcohol.
After doing all this, it was already dark.
Chen Wei called back Wang Bi'an who was guarding the mountain road and asked him to lock the iron gate of the Dragon King Temple.
He also asked Wang Bi'an to take a candle from the kitchen, light it, and put it next to the bedside in the bedroom. ¡ª¡ªIt is rare to see candles in urban grocery stores nowadays, but there are small sexy candles in coffee shops. However, in rural areas, power outages occasionally occur during peak power consumption in summer, so every household has candles. Unfortunately, this was the only candle Wang Lu found from the mountain.
Chen Wei asked Wang Bi'an to hold the crossbow and guard behind the iron gate, and said seriously: "Watch the door. Wait a moment. Regardless of the noise coming from the room, don't come in - unless mom calls you."
Wang Bi'an nodded sensibly and suddenly asked: "Mom, do you want to treat dad's injury?"
Chen Wei hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Don't come in, so as not to disturb mom."
Wang Bi'an nodded fiercely: "Mom, don't worry, go and treat dad's injury. I will keep an eye on the door."
Chen Wei turned around and returned to the bedroom. On the bedside were two bowls filled with alcohol, one filled with needles and one filled with silk thread.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Two very simple things.
But they are the ones who can save Wang Lu.
Chen Wei didn¡¯t hesitate anymore and sat beside Wang Lu¡¯s legs.
I took a ball of alcohol cotton and wiped the wound again - it was no use, the blood was still flowing.
Chen Wei took out the needle from the bowl, picked out the longest silk thread, squinted her eyes, and put it on the needle nose by the flickering candlelight.
The single strand of thread, the end of the thread, is tied into a knot.
Chen Wei lowered her head and pinched the muscles on both sides of the wound with two fingers of her left hand. With a little force - Wang Lu hummed unconsciously - she pinched the tiny needle with her right hand and inserted it.
This is much more difficult than sewing fabrics. As soon as the needle enters the body, the muscles naturally react, contract, and clamp the needle. Chen Wei pushes it hard with her fingernail, and the needle pierces most of the part. Oops! Pricked too much.
Chen Wei picked up the silk thread again and pulled the needle out. He used too much force and with a puff, the needle was pulled out of the body again.
This injection was in vain.
Chen Wei calmed down and inserted another needle.
This time it was pricked properly and it was beneficial.
Then, the trouble came again.
?The needle in Chen Wei's hand is not the hook-shaped needle in the hospital. It enters the body straightly. After coming out from the other end, it cannot bend to enter the wound muscle at the other end and penetrate the upper layer of the skin.
You can¡¯t forcefully insert the needle and pass it through the lower end of the wound on the other end.
Chen Wei gritted her teeth, raised the needle at an angle, and ignored the blood flowing out of the wound. She ruthlessly inserted it into the other end of the wound.
The needle passes through, leads through the silk thread, and gently tightens.
Back stitch, wrap around the end of the silk thread, and tie a small knot.
The first shot. success.
Chen Wei¡¯s brow was covered in sweat. She wiped it with her sleeve, buried her head, and continued with the second injection.
The constant gush of blood made Chen Wei's fingers slippery and greasy, and the needle slipped out of her hand several times. Fortunately, Chen Wei twisted the silk thread on her little finger in advance to prevent the needle from falling on the bed. .
With the first injection as an example, the remaining injections will become more and more precise.
¡°Anyway, Wang Lu is unconscious, so just treat him like a big piece of pork.
The gap in the wound is getting smaller and smaller.
12 stitches, Chen Wei sewed 12 stitches closely before closing.
The tail of the needle is much thicker than the silk thread, so it cannot be knotted directly, so Chen Wei went back and looped the needle around to tie an outer knot.
Chen Wei squinted her eyes and saw that the stitches were crooked and would definitely leave a big scar on Wang Lu's leg in the future.
The bleeding finally stopped, and only a little blood oozed from the stitches of the wound.
Successfully.
Chen Wei wiped the blood on her hands with a towel, opened Yunnan Baiyao, and applied it on Wang Lu again. After thinking for a while, she found that there were no special anti-inflammatory drugs at home, but she had cephradine capsules to treat colds. She broke a few capsules and put the contents inside. All the medicinal powder was scattered on the wound, and four more pills were taken, and they were poured into Wang Lu through mouth to mouth.
Then wrap it lightly with gauze and seal it with a band-aid.
Chen Wei stared at Wang Lu's face - even in a coma, his brows were furrowed, as if he was enduring endless pain.
¡°Everything that needs to be done, I have already done.
The rest is up to you, Wang Lu.
Chen Wei leaned down and gently pressed her face against Wang Lu's.
The sloppy beard pricked my face in pain.
Chen Wei murmured: "Husband, you must wake up. You must survive. From now on, I will no longer think your snoring is noisy, and I will never let you sleep behind my feet again; you must If you like to prick my face with a beard, you can do it. If you like to go to bed without washing your feet, you can do it. If you don¡¯t wash the dishes after dinner, it doesn¡¯t matter, I will wash them. After washing and playing with the clothes, you don¡¯t bother anymore. I asked you to come and show off. Also, also, I will never let you play a bad role in front of Wang Bi'an in the future. Scaring Wang Bi'an to spank him will never let you take the blame again."
"HusbandWang Lu, I'm waiting for you to wake up."
The candle swayed, trembled a few times in the absence of wind, burst into flames, struggled for a moment, and went out.
Chen Wei's eyes darkened, she lay down next to Wang Lu and fell into a deep sleep. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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