I was a fan in ancient times [Transmigration Book]

Looking at the embroidery needle, Han Yi remembered the fear of being dominated by this thing back then.

When he was trying to mend a pair of his favorite trousers, he was forced to poke three holes in his hand by this thing.

Then, he just needed to buy a new pair, but his stubborn temper came up, and he mended the pants abruptly, and he patched them up to the point where the seams looked good.

The result is a hand full of pinholes.

Since then, he has learned the skill of sewing without a teacher.

Of course, what he sewed before were usually small objects, such as mending clothes or sewing buttons.

This kind of life will end after he enters the research institute. Not to mention that he can only wear uniforms in the research institute, how many scientific research dogs still have time to sew clothes?

I wish I didn't even have time to cook by myself, and I even sew clothes.

So Han Yi decided to practice first. After all, even the wounds on the boss's body must be stitched nicely, otherwise I will be sorry for Yan Zheng's face.

Han Yi found his own clothes and tried them casually, and found that the sewing was not bad, so he nodded with satisfaction.

Then he turned his head and saw Yan Zheng woke up at some point, watching him sewing.

Han Yi suddenly felt embarrassed and wanted to find a crack in the ground to sneak in, but there was no one, and finally he could only hold back for a long time and explained: "Do you like this?"

Yan Zheng blinked at him, he really wanted to laugh, but the wound on his face didn't allow him to smile, the doctor would easily leave scars if he joked too much.

Yan Zheng himself didn't care much about leaving scars or not, but just as he thought about it, he turned his head and saw Han Yi's almost perfect profile.

Well, he decided to smile less, this request is not difficult for him, of course this is not difficult only when Han Yi is not around.

If Han Yi was there, he didn't know why, even if the other party didn't do anything or say anything, he wanted to smile when he looked at Han Yi's side face.

Yan Zheng didn't speak, but Han Yi knew that he needed to control the movements on his face, so he said cheekily, "Then I'll take it as if you like it."

Yan Zheng... Yan Zheng felt that he was about to lose control of his facial expressions.

At this time, Xiaobing came over and told him that the new house was ready.

According to what Han Yi said, he also painted lime powder all over. When he said this, his expression was very strange.

Han Yi knew that after the plaster was applied, the whole house was white, and many people could not get used to it and felt it was unlucky, but Han Yi still resisted all opinions and insisted on doing it this way.

At least lime powder can kill insects, and it can be regarded as a disinfection measure, otherwise, what should we do?Does he have sanitizer on hand?

Now that everything was done, he asked someone to carefully carry Yan Zheng over. During the whole process, Yan Zheng was not exposed to the wind, so the whole tent was moved over together.

Han Yi was a little emotional, this is what people of their status can do like this, so what if someone else notices these things?

After entering the house, Yan Zheng was placed in the middle.

Han Yi was worried that he also thought white was bad, but unexpectedly found that Yan Zheng's expression relaxed a lot.

Yan Zheng looked at him and said softly: "The hole is bright, very good."

Only then did Han Yi realize that because of the color of the quicklime itself, the interior of the room looked much brighter than the interior of the tent, and although it was only one room, the space was much larger, which made people feel at ease.

He held Yan Zheng's hand and said, "I've got someone to boil the medicine, wait...don't worry, I'll be by your side."

Yan Zheng frowned slightly, he knew that he would probably have to drink the medicine that would make him fall asleep shortly after taking it.

He didn't like this feeling very much, so he said, "I'm not afraid of pain."

Han Yi had a lot of explanations in his stomach, why would it hurt more when sutured? After all, the needle penetrated the skin, so how could it not hurt?

However, in the end, he swallowed all these words. It might not be appropriate to reason with the current Yan Zheng, so he looked around and found that everyone else was making preparations, and after he was the only one left, he said in a low voice : "Actually, I don't want to see you in pain, but it has to be like this, so I can only let you sleep, and then lie to myself that you are not in pain anymore."

Han Yi sighed as he spoke, and wanted to say something else, then he felt Yan Zheng holding his hand slightly and said, "Okay."

Han Yi was immediately relieved, well, he knew that the boss would take the soft but not the hard.

Not long after, Xiao Bing came over with a bowl of thick soup medicine. After Han Yi smelled the smell, his face turned green, and he deeply understood why Yan Zheng didn't want to drink medicine.

This broken medicine is a biochemical weapon, right?

It smells like this, so drink it.

Just when Han Yi was attacked by the smell and wanted to run away, Yan Zheng was supported by the soldier and drank the whole bowl of medicine without changing his face.

When the little soldier took away the medicine bowl, Yan Zheng looked at Han Yi who had a dull expression and wondered, what's wrong?

Han Yi came back to his senses and looked at him with reverence and said, "You can drink this medicine, no, I must study it later to see if I can make a good-tasting anesthetic."

No one dared to say that he would never need to use anesthetics in his whole life, but once he used it once, Han Yi felt that he would be able to ascend to heaven directly after taking a sip, and it would be his turn to have an operation.

After hearing this, Yan Zheng couldn't help but still smiled, and then the effect of the medicine gradually took effect, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Before falling asleep, he heard Han Yi say in his ear, "I'm here."

Compared to the last time, Yan Zheng felt much more at ease.

After confirming that Yan Zheng had fallen asleep completely, he immediately asked for all the prepared things to be brought up.

All the utensils used were sterilized by alcohol. When he said that alcohol can prevent infection to the greatest extent, these doctors asked him why.

Han Yi bowed his head and thought about it for a long time, but couldn't explain the two things, bacteria and protein. Finally, he had to say with a serious face: "Some things you can't see don't mean they don't exist. The effect of alcohol is to kill them."

The doctors thought about it for a while, and all of them suddenly realized.

Han Yi was originally trying to prevaricate them, but after seeing their suddenly enlightened expressions, he was in a daze, and wanted to know what these doctors understood.

However, he couldn't ask. After all, he was the one who sent a message to these people. No matter how they understood it, it seemed... OK?

Moreover, medicine these days is not as backward as he imagined. It's just that there are too few people who have mastered high-end medical skills, or there are very few people who study medicine, so the overall level is not good.

In fact, he probably didn't know the direction of the doctors' brains. The logic of the doctors was this: I heard that Han Duwei can invite immortals to possess him, so he must be able to see things that ordinary people can't see.

They also discussed the origin of the name alcohol before, and now that they think about it, alcohol has become alcohol, so it is reasonable to use it to kill things that ordinary people can't see.

If Han Yi knew that the direction they understood was such a feudal superstition, he might faint from anger.

However, he didn't know, so now he can only assume that these people really understand, and then disinfect his hands.

At this time, those doctors were removing the carrion from Yan Zheng's wound.

Han Yi had heard all kinds of stories from the doctors before that Yan Zheng's wound healing was not particularly ideal, but when he actually saw it, he still couldn't help turning his face away, and couldn't bear to look at it.

The skin that was originally as smooth as jade is now full of hideous wounds, and when the carrion is removed, it is also dripping with blood.

Even in sleep, Yan Zheng couldn't help frowning, his eyelashes fluttering, as if he would wake up at any moment.

Fortunately, these doctors quickly removed the carrion with their hands, and after looking at it, they found that there were only five larger wounds that needed to be stitched up.

Han Yi took all the utensils that had been soaked in fire-baked salt water and finally disinfected with alcohol. After he picked up the threaded needle and thread, he suddenly found...his hands were shaking.