Chapter 1035

Miss Shen is really different!

But Can she really cure the princess? He had just seen the princess's injury clearly, not to mention the poor northern border. Even in Dashun, there might not be a doctor who could cure the injury.

In the barracks, too many of these soldiers were injured on the battlefield. Although they had their lives back, there was no one to cure them. In the end, they lost their lives at a young age.

If it turns out that he really has such ability to understand Heaven, so he seeks treatment for serious stab wounds, many brothers will continue to live in the future.

Wei Meng is more and more excited. He really hopes that Shen Qing can cure the little princess.

For nothing else, just to witness her medical skills.

In Mrs. Hua's hall, everything is ready according to Shen Qing's request.

"Wash your hands! Soak the embroidery needle and thread in the liquor! Prepare clean white cloth! Hold the candle high, and be careful not to drip the oil At this time, Shen Qing's sleeves rolled up high, her black and long hair curled up, and her mouth and nose were covered with a mask that she carried with her.

Mrs. Hua watched nervously. These requirements and preparations are really needed in dealing with trauma, but needles and thread What's that for?

Is it difficult to? There was a shiver in her heart, and Mrs. Hua did not dare to think about it.

However, when she saw her daughter, whose eyes were closed tightly and whose life and death were unknown, she felt that no matter what the girl used or did, as long as she was trying her best to cure Chaoyang, it would be good.

Shen Qing took out the sharp knife that Mo Huan had given her, first dipped it in the liquor, and then baked it on the candle. Suddenly, a small cluster of flames was set on fire, which made several maids scream.

Shen Qing calmly looked at them one eye, those several shrunk neck, dare not make any voice again.

After high temperature disinfection, Shen Qing decided to use the sharp knife as a scalpel.

Cut Chaoyang's clothes with scissors, revealing the bloody and nearly three inch long wound. Several frightened maids in court closed their eyes tightly and did not dare to look again, but they bit their teeth and did not make any sound.

Part of the blood at the wound has been dry, dark red, and in the middle, there is still bright red blood, in a little bit of exudation.

Shen Qing took a clean cloth, dipped in liquor, and wiped the spilled blood clean.

Pieces of blood cloth thrown into the basin, to slightly steaming water, suddenly turned into a bright red.

Her assistant, the medical woman, helped several ladies deliver their babies. She was not afraid of the bloody scene.

Shen Qing wipes the wound here. She washes the cloth out and hands it to Shen Qing again.

The wound was gradually wiped clean, but because the wound was too deep, there would still be more blood coming out in the process of her wiping.

"Girl, I have the best medicine for acne." Mrs. Hua is also worried. It's all her daughter's blood. If she goes on like this, her blood will be gone. How can she live!

"Bring it quickly!" Shen Qing is also confused. The men in the north are brave and good at fighting. The material and medical conditions here are not as good as those in other places.

Those men who were injured in war or hunting must have good medicine to treat them. Jinchuang medicine is in the greatest demand here.

Mrs. Hua immediately takes out a small bottle from the dresser and hands it to Shen Qing.

Open the top of the bottle, a light fragrance lingers.

The taste So familiar!

She remembered! When she just left Qingxi Town and went to anling County for the first time, she met mountain bandits. At that time, they slashed her arm. Mo Huan took out this medicine and gave it to her.

From that time on, Mo Huan began to call himself "Qing" and said he was responsible for him.

Just a run of mind, Shen Qing a soul stirring, such a critical moment, what are you thinking!

Looking back at the wound on Princess Chaoyang's abdomen, Shen Qing gently smears the cream as white as cream on the everted meat.

After a while, the bleeding was no longer as serious as before.

Shen Qing doesn't know about internal medicine, and she doesn't know how to operate a large-scale operation. There are no shadowless lights and a series of machines and equipment here. Now she only hopes that Chaoyang's internal organs are not badly damaged.

The wound is clean. Shen Qing uses a knife to cut off some rotten meat on the everted skin.

At the same time, soak in the liquor in the embroidery needle and embroidery thread also let the palace maids wear up.

I took the small embroidery needle and looked at these women. I think only lady Hua can have such exquisite things.

Shen Qing closed her eyes slightly and recalled how the teacher taught her how to deal with the wound during the field survival training in her last life.

Human skin is divided into several layers. When suturing the skin, it is not simply suturing the outermost skin.

Take a closer look at Chaoyang's abdomen. Fortunately, she is very thin. There is no fat belly on her stomach, and there is no fat oil under her stomach.

So it's much easier to sew.Shen Qing first sewed up the innermost layer of thin muscle, leaving a thread on the outside, and then sewed up the outermost skin.

Fortunately, her handiwork is not too bad, and she didn't sew Chaoyang's belly too ugly.

With a simple two-layer suture, Shen Qing felt that it was as long as two centuries, and her forehead was covered with sweat.

At the end of the operation, Shen Qing took a long breath and looked up. Everyone was silly.

This girl I really sewed the princess up!

At last, Shen Qing wiped the wound with strong liquor, then smeared the golden wound medicine given by Mrs. Hua. Finally, she covered the wound with a clean white cloth and wrapped it around Chaoyang's waist to fix the wound.

"What kind of medicine do you drink when you are injured here? Go and fry some for the princess. Be careful not to get hot at night. " Shen Qing was so tired that she was about to collapse. Finally, she told the medical girl and came to the front of Mrs. Hua.

"Aunt, girl, Chaoyang, she..." Mrs. Hua has been afraid to look closer. She never knew that the embroidery needle and thread she brought from the Central Plains could be used on people!

It was used on her daughter!

But she still didn't know whether Chaoyang was alive or dead, and whether there was any way to save her.

"Madam..." Although Shen Qing was very tired, she had to say that she had to take some preventive injections.

"Madam, I just try my best to cure her, but whether the princess can survive depends on her luck." Shen Qing said truthfully.

Just as Mrs. Hua's face of hope rose, it suddenly faded.

"Chaoyang My daughter... " Mrs. Hua hid her face and cried again.

Shen Qing sighed, whether she didn't understand or she didn't understand. Now she's crying like this. It seems that it's too early.