186's leg-cutting routine [comprehensive]

A bit of cold fell on Qiu Ji's face, Qiu Ji stretched out his hand to wipe his cheeks, and then the drizzle woven from the air into a fine net and sprinkled on the world.

It's raining.

Immediately afterwards, the rain had the intention to expand, and the raindrops continued to converge from the ruined walls into lines and fell on the courtyard with perfect artistic conception, washing away the blood stains and broken sword fragments on the ground.

After the task is completed, he will clean up the aftermath staff.

There are many divisions of the sword man, so it is better to kill a thousand by mistake than to let one go.Instead of increasing the combat power of the opponent for nothing, it is better to pour down a glass of water while there is a little flame.

Qiu Ji heaved a sigh of relief and recalled Nie.

He is a little tired.

After all, such a long-distance running, and such a long battle...

Qiu Ji looked at himself, such an intensive battle was more than one challenge, and it was impossible for him not to suffer.

Go back and tidy up.

Qiu Ji looked at the staff member wearing a black suit who had arrived, nodded slightly to say hello, and then returned to his own home.

On the first basement floor of the Tianshou Pavilion, this place was decorated by Qiu Ji as a surgical operating room.

Qiu Ji sat on the chair, washed the wound with physiological saline, and tore off the adhered gauze.

I want this towel in my mouth in case I cry out.

It is impossible for him to give himself anesthesia, otherwise who will treat his wound?

The blood on the hand had completely stuck the gauze to the wound, and it was not easy to tear it off.

Qiu Ji didn't like this kind of pain.

After tearing off the gauze, I applied some medicine. Most of my body was scratched, and there were also some wounds that needed to be stitched up. At this time, Qiu Ji did it by himself if he could sew it up.

But the wound on the left lower back is not so easy. Although it is not a problem to operate the puppet, but the line of sight cannot be shared, and it becomes troublesome to suture the wound.

And Rusilia emits this hallucinogenic drug all the time...

But the most difficult thing is to go up. The wound on the left back waist is too long. If he heals himself with spiritual power, he may lose too much blood and die first.

Qiu Ji was about to go to the mirror and sew up the wound on his lower back by himself, but after walking a few steps, he was already very careful, the wound on his lower back was torn again, Qiu Ji could only cover the wound with white gauze, and the other Holding the surgical tray in one hand, there were some sterilized instruments in it, his body was shaking, Qiu Ji could only try his best not to let the surgical instruments in the tray fall.

With a staggering step, his left shoulder hit the walls on both sides of the stairs, the wound on his lower back was torn, and a lot of blood gushed out, Qiu Ji could feel something bad through the thick gauze.

He should be lying down now before the operation.

damn it……

Suddenly the hand was held.

Qiu Ji looked to the side in surprise, because a lot of white blur appeared in Qiu Ji's eye circles due to blood loss.

Is it... Yamabagiri?

"Ji Jun, why do you..."

"Help me sew up the wound." Qiu Ji can't care so much now, just grab one that can move by itself.

It doesn't matter if the stitches are good or not, now the wound will lose more and more blood when it is turned up like this, and hemostasis is the most important thing.

"Ji-jun, where is the anesthetic?" Yamabuchi returned to the basement in silence under Qiu Ji's instructions. The basement was like a fully functional operating room.

This is a place that he has never seen before. He felt that the structure of the castle tower was a bit wrong before, but after all, he didn't pay much attention to this place where the God Judge lived.

It seems that there should be many secret passages in the castle tower.

Yamabagiri doesn't have many surgical skills, but a man with a sword knows how to suture wounds.

After all, trauma is commonplace for them, and they are well trained in suturing wounds to stop bleeding before they are injured outside.

It was also Qiu Ji who sorted out the materials for Yaoyan and asked Yaoyan to train them.

"No, just do it directly." Qiuji lay on the operating table and watched Yamabukiri take off his cloak, and honestly washed his hands in the sink beside him. The seven-step hand washing method is not very proficient, Yamabuakiri Washed almost ten times.

Well……

If a patient is left like this, it is estimated that the person will die first.

At this time, I should be lucky that I will not go into shock due to blood loss exceeding 30.00%?

"No anesthetic?" Shan Mu was taken aback.

"Yeah." Qiu Ji lay down obediently, with a pack of spiritual power concentrate in his mouth, and he was going to start drinking it after Shanbachi was almost done.

He didn't ask Yamabuchi to wear gloves and surgical gowns anymore, he was really going to die if this went on.And...with the bug of spiritual power, he doesn't have to worry about any surgical infection.

Pure natural collagen suture is the fourth generation of suture, with complete shrinkage, high tensile strength, good biocompatibility, promotion of cell growth, etc., and stable and reliable absorption without obvious individual differences.The absorption time is also the shortest, as long as eight to fifteen days can be fully absorbed.

"Is there any other place that needs to be sutured? Master." Yamabuchi frowned slightly. He didn't use the semicircular suture needles of different sizes that Qiu Ji gave. Each comes with a small medical kit, but...

They don't pay that much attention, because as men with swords, even though they have a physical body, even if their godhead is damaged, as long as they have the spiritual power of a god judge, they can restore the wound.

Yamabachi tried hard to recall the knowledge he had learned before, looked at the wounds on Qiu Ji's shoulders and arms, and managed to sew up the wounds on Qiu Ji's lower back.

"No more, I've fixed the other places myself." Qiu Ji drank the spiritual power concentrate, and he felt refreshed, his stomach was overwhelmed, and he suppressed the desire to vomit and covered his mouth for a while. It took a while to say, "Don't mention today's matter to anyone, whether it's my health or anything else."

Qiu Ji noticed that Yamabuchi's title had changed from Ji Jun to Master, and he had already realized Qiu Ji's true gender.

"But my lord, your wound...why did it become like this?"

"Go and make some money."

"Huh?" Yamabachi looked at Qiu Ji in surprise.

"It's too late tonight, let's talk about it tomorrow." Qiu Ji waved his hand and asked Shanba to cut back.

"My lord, it's nine o'clock in the morning." Yamabuki's voice was steady, and he frowned slightly as he looked at the wound on Qiuji's body.

Much more than I imagined.

"...That's it, you can figure it out today, I'm going to rest for a while." Qiu Ji got up, and for some reason, his body felt very tired this time.

"...I got it." Yamabuchi agreed after being silent for a while, looking at the judge who seemed to feel a little dizzy, with one hand resting on his forehead, the other waved impatiently, Seems to be chasing him away.

"I've lost my composure." Yamabuchi said this, walked to the edge of the operating table and hugged Qiu Ji in his arms, while carefully avoiding Qiu Ji's wound.

Qiu Ji, who was hugged horizontally, froze for a moment.

"I'll take you back to your room, my lord." Shan Muqie walked upstairs without putting on his cloak and holding Qiu Ji in his arms.

What is he doing?

Qiuji reached out and grabbed Yamabukiri's shoulder, and because of his posture, Qiuji also grabbed Yamabuakiri's hair.

"..." Let me down.

Before Qiu Ji finished speaking, Qiu Ji felt dizzy.

Yamabukiri watched the judge's cheeks get closer and closer, and even Yamabugiri, who was used to seeing all kinds of beauties, was amazed by the face of the judge.

Their god judges are very beautiful, and because of the blood loss at this time, the skin of the god judges is very fair, and at this time it is like white cherry petals blooming in the wind, so fragile, so pitiful .

The distance was getting closer and closer, and Yamabuchi was a little nervous and at a loss. After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he closed his eyes in a panic and opened his mouth slightly.

The examiner hugged Yamabagiri's shoulders and neck and fell into a deep sleep.

Yamabuchi, what are you thinking?

Yamabagiri, who was holding the examiner in his arms, took a deep breath, because the heat on his face from the action just now could not dissipate for a long time.

After sending the interrogator to the room, Yamabuchi lowered the curtain beside the bed.

Rest well, my lord.

However, what Yamabachi didn't expect was that their judge fell ill.

A high fever developed for unknown reasons.

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