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Li Sifan drove to the Red Cross Central Hospital, a specialized maternity hospital. Jing Ye didn't know what he was thinking, instead of taking the child to the children's hospital, he ran to the maternity hospital instead!

When he went directly to the emergency room, Li Sifan was so anxious that his head was covered with hot sweat. The little nurses in the emergency room were already used to it. After asking the parents what they meant, they gently pulled the gauze off Jing Weitian's forehead, and then echoed: "Well, it's a little deep. Wait for a while, I have already called the emergency doctor..."

Depend on!Aren't you a doctor talking nonsense here for a long time? !

Li Sifan was in a bad mood, if he hadn't tried his best to restrain himself, he would have rushed out to fight someone.

Not long after, the emergency doctor came and took off the adhesive tape on Jing Weitian's forehead. He only took a look, but it didn't arrive for half a second, and said, "Will the child be broken if he doesn't take a shot? Then take care of the tetanus. His gash is a bit deep, we can’t do it here, it’s not a professional plastic surgery, you take your child to the cosmetic surgery department of the First Hospital of the Medical University, they have cosmetic needles, and the child will not leave any scars.”

After talking about it, I just can't get it done, I have to go to another hospital for it!

Li Sifan became even more angry, picked up Jing Weitian, turned around and left panting heavily.

Jing Ye, who followed behind him unhurriedly, made up the knife in time: "You drove us to the hospital where women gave birth, and now you are unhappy?"

"..."

What are you doing, can you carry which pot without opening it! ! !

Half an hour later, they arrived at the first floor of the Medical University. The outpatient clinic on the first floor was almost crowded, and all kinds of people came to check it out. It was quite speechless.

After Li Sifan explained the situation to the doctor, the doctor made a disclaimer, saying that even if the child is sewed up, there is no guarantee that there will be no scars in the future, but the sutures will definitely be smaller than the scars without sutures. As for whether to sew up or not, parents should consider good.

"Sew! Let's sew!!!" Li Sifan directly made the decision for Jing Ye, actively cooperating throughout the whole process, so that the doctor thought he was the child's father.

After the WeChat account was registered on the mobile phone, Li Sifan and Jing Ye carried Jing Weitian into the small operating room. The child was young, so the parents had to hold the head and body, and the child must not be moved.

As soon as Jing Weitian was put on the operating table, he quit. It may be that the unfamiliar environment made him feel scared, not only crying heartbreakingly, but also struggling fiercely.

"No, no, no, I'll give him a hug first, or else I can't, he's scared, I'll do it later."

Li Sifan rolled down from the operating bed again, stopped crying as soon as he picked up Jing Weitian, and put the child back on the operating bed after comforting him for a while.

The doctor asked Li Sifan to kneel on the operating bed and clamp the child's body with his legs, and asked Jing Ye to sit on the bedside and hold the child's head with both hands.

Once the operation has started, it must not stop, and the two of them must hold the child so that he cannot move.

The ultra-white surgical lamp hit Jing Weitian's face, and the child was still crying, but he obviously had no strength, and he had exhausted all his strength just now, and now it was like meat on a chopping board that could only be slaughtered by doctors.

Li Sifan watched the doctor use tweezers to disinfect Jing Weitian's face with a cotton ball, not even letting the child's lips go. He didn't know if the child would be safe if he ate povidone iodine, so he couldn't help but remind the doctor to wipe it. It's in your mouth.

The little doctor smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, it's okay." Then he took a piece of clean cotton and wiped the iodine on Jing Weitian's mouth.

When the operation officially started, Jing Weitian, who was tired from crying, had no strength to struggle and could only whimper and cry.

Li Sifan watched in horror as the doctor stabbed the long needle of the anesthetic into Jing Weitian's forehead. The stab was not enough and he stabbed again. The second stab pierced the skin of his little whale.

The child's skin was too tender, the needles were thick, and blood beads kept coming out repeatedly.

Li Sifan was furious. Would the doctor know how to administer anesthesia? Why did he have to prick it twice?Look at the child's head is bleeding! ! !

Then, the doctor cut open the wound above Jing Weitian's brow bone with a sharp scalpel blade.

The doctor said that Jing Weitian's incision was a bit deep, and the unevenness was not even on a horizontal line. Maybe a stitch would need to be removed outside, depending on the situation at the scene.

He had never watched a doctor operate on a patient so closely.

The blade picked up the child's flesh layer by layer, and Li Sifan was worried for a while. He could see the small bones in the little whale's forehead, and the blood was frightening.

The cut was obviously only one centimeter, but it grew much bigger after being picked up by the doctor. Li Sifan wanted to ask if it was wrong several times, but finally he held back.

He was afraid that he would offend the doctor and the doctor would blackmail his little whale, implying to himself that they are professionals after all.

Gradually, Jing Weitian stopped crying. Li Sifan saw that Shidandan had fallen asleep, and there were still tears hanging on the long eye hair.

What sutures the skin inside is a needle like a hook, piercing back and forth inside.

Li Sifan, who couldn't take it anymore, had red eyes, and scolded himself a hundred times a thousand times in his heart. If he wasn't big-hearted, the little whale wouldn't have come here to suffer.

Cosmetic surgery, look at those people outside, 23, 45, or even [-], there is no child as young as a little whale...

"Don't cry, father, don't cry. If the tears fall into the wound, it will be ruined. If you persevere, it will be fine soon."

The doctor wearing a mask did not raise his head or open his eyes, and was very serious about stitching up Jing Weitian's wound, but Li Sifan, who was called by his name, was ashamed and embarrassed, and quickly turned his face away to hold back his tears.

There are actually quite a few children who come here for stitches, but Jing Weitian is really the youngest one, only a few months old and less than one and a half years old, and those children all went to kindergarten at the age of three or four.

The bones on the brows and jaws of the children are fragile, and they are easily injured. The children who came to the hospital for stitches either had their browbones knocked down like Jing Weitian or dropped their jaws.

It was a very simple minor operation. The doctor told Li Sifan to take care of the child when he went back, and not to let him grab the gauze on his head.

Li Sifan's answer was irrelevant to the question: "Doctor, will he be in pain after the anesthetic wears off?"

"will not."

Li Sifan didn't believe it in his heart, but he still had a lot of questions to ask the doctor, such as where to buy scar cream, how to prescribe oral medicine, when is the follow-up visit, does the child have any taboos, etc...

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