I was a fan in ancient times [Transmigration Book]

Han Yi watched his hands shaking like chaff sieves, tried to take deep breaths several times but couldn't calm down.

At that moment, he even had a surge of anger, anger towards himself.

I didn't show any discomfort before, why is it suddenly like this now?

Others noticed that he was trembling immediately. After all, the doctors were all looking at Han Yi, preparing to see how he would suture.

However, they still understood Han Yi's trembling hands. After all, he was suturing for the young master, and the captain of the guard army and the young master Zheng had an inseparable relationship, which can be seen through these two days.

But the problem is that anyone can shake, but he can't!

Because they didn't prepare any backup candidates!

And these doctors really don't know how to sew!

The doctors all felt a little regretful. They knew that they should find another person. However, Han Yi was so steady before, and he looked calm, even the moment before he picked up the needle. Who would have thought that At the critical moment, he couldn't stand it anymore?

Mo Yun was a little anxious standing by the side, and the doctors were even more anxious, but seeing Han Yi closing his eyes to stabilize his mood, they didn't dare to rush.

But... After a long time, Han Yi's hand has not stabilized.

The doctors glanced at each other, but none of them dared to speak, they... they were afraid of being scolded.

So these doctors turned their attention to Mo Ning and Mo Qiu, these two people were the only two people with no medical skills who were allowed to enter this room.

Mo Ning and Mo Qiu understood the eyes of the doctors, but Mo Ning himself was so anxious that he didn't know what to say, so he could only turn his eyes to Mo Qiu for help.

Facing his younger brother's expectant eyes, Mo Qiu felt that as an elder brother, he had to stand up.

Otherwise, his status in the eyes of his younger brother would have plummeted, alas, it has already plummeted now.

Back then, his little cousin followed him and called his big brother how cute, but now he only sees him as a gentleman.

Mo Qiu coughed lightly, walked up to Han Yi and said, "Captain, sir, you can't do this, you care too much about son Zheng, if you want me to say, don't think too much about him, just don't treat him as a son Levy, let alone just don’t take him personally.”

After hearing this, Han Yi opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Moqiu with an unkind expression.

Mo Qiu couldn't help shrinking his neck, Han Yi's expression seemed to want to beat him up every minute.

However, when he interrupted him, Han Yi's heart was not so flustered. Of course, his hands should still be shaking.

The doctor on the side also boldly said: "Captain, if you don't do anything again, Young Master Zheng will wake up. Although Mafeisan is easy to use, but if you use it too much, it may affect your mind. The disease is cured, but it is also possible for people to become stupid.”

After hearing this, Han Yi trembled when he thought of Yan Zheng becoming a fool. This is the rhythm of becoming a sinner through the ages.

No, no, no, he has to hold on, and don't care if the seam looks good or not, it doesn't matter if it doesn't look good.

However, when the first injection was given, Han Yi paused when he saw the blood on the skin, and was very entangled: "Ah Zheng will be very painful."

Not afraid of death, Mo Qiu said, "He's fainted and can't feel the pain anymore, just close your eyes!"

Close your eyes...can you still see?

Han Yi remembered Mo Qiu's words in his heart, but fortunately, Mo Qiu made jokes here, and Han Yi gradually relieved the tension in his heart.

Although my hands are still shaking a bit, at least I can sew.

The only thing that made him more difficult was probably the knotting part after sewing. After the sewing was finished, Han Yi suddenly had an idea in his mind: Thanks to Yan Zheng who couldn't see the back, otherwise he knew that his sewing was so ugly. I'm afraid I'm going to beat him up.

But it wasn't just the wound on the back that needed to be stitched up, but also the wound on the thigh and chest.

The first time is raw and the second time is familiar, Han Yi has stitched up these wounds, the appearance... at least looks better than the back.

After all these wounds were stitched up, Han Yi seemed to be in a state of collapse.

Looking at the more ferocious wound after it was sewn up, he was not sure if this would work, so he needed to guard Yan Zheng.

The doctors watched the whole suturing operation. Although the operation was done by the inexperienced people and their meager medical knowledge, it was very inspiring to them.

These people were relieved of Han Yi, and felt that he should know a lot about medical principles, so they rushed out to discuss it.

Han Yi was not too interested in what they were discussing, anyway, he didn't quite understand the terms they were talking about.

After a while, the leading Langzhong walked in and saluted and asked, "I want to suture General Zhao Guo's Pang Fei. I wonder if the teacher agrees?"

After hearing this, Han Yi remembered that there was another Pang Fei.

He was a little surprised and asked, "Is he still alive?"

Doctor: ...

Although he is not very healthy, he is indeed still alive.

Han Yi stroked his chin and said, "Since you're alive, you can treat him however you want, and pay attention to being put to death, he's still useful."

The doctor was overjoyed: "Thank you teacher."

Only then did Han Yi react: "Huh? Teacher? What teacher?"

The doctor said with a serious face: "The suture was initiated by the teacher and performed by the teacher himself. I will learn this technique from the sidelines. Naturally, I should call you the teacher of life."

Han Yi was suddenly a little embarrassed: "I don't know anything about medical skills, I just... just said it casually, and I don't know the effect, so you don't have to."

The doctor glanced at Yan Zheng who was still in a coma and said: "Teacher, don't be overly humble. This technique is indeed very rare. What's even more rare is that the teacher solved the problem that the sores are easy to fester. This is the most difficult to solve the trauma. If the teacher knows nothing, we It's even more shallow."

Han Yi shut his mouth silently, he can't say that your medical knowledge is really not good, can he?

In this era, these doctors were able to save Yan Zheng's life before, and let him persist until Han Yi tossed out the alcohol and let people finish building the house.

When he brought Yan Zheng back, Han Yi once thought that he would not be able to save him. After all, he had to vomit blood from time to time when he came back with injuries all over his body and internal injuries.

Under such circumstances, the doctor was able to stabilize his injury, and then restore Yan Zheng's body functions to the point where he could remove the carrion and undergo surgery. It is impossible to say that they are quack doctors.

In the end, Han Yi could only vaguely ask them to find the little white mouse first, oh, it was Pang Fei who practiced.

The doctor left happily, but Han Yi still stayed here to take care of Yan Zheng.

Mo Qiu looked at him and wished he could stare at Yan Zheng without blinking, and wiped his sweat from time to time to test the temperature of his forehead to make sure he didn't have a high fever. Don’t you know how to do medicine?”

Han Yi said casually: "Of course not. If I do, why worry?"

Hey, after time travelling, his daily life is regretting that the major he studied is not practical enough, so he has to forge irons by himself. If he studied medicine back then, he might have a higher status than he is now, and he can pretend to be x.

Blacksmithing... Pretending to be a blacksmith.

Moqiu probably couldn't hold back his words. He scratched his head and lungs thinking about a question. He knew that he might be punished if he asked it, but he still struggled and said, "I...I have a question to ask, listen up. Don't be angry afterwards."

Han Yi said coolly: "You know I might be angry, you better shut up."

Mo Qiu choked for a moment but still dared to ask: "Have you ever thought about what to do if you fail...?"

Han Yi paused. In fact, he had thought about it at the beginning. Strictly speaking, the failure of the suture operation would not have a great impact at the time.

But the subsequent impact is likely to be that no one can suture Yan Zheng, and can only leave this matter to God.

In fact, it is the same now, Han Yi can only beg Yan Zheng not to get infected, not to have a fever.

It's just that Han Yi wouldn't say these things, but said, "Why are you talking so much nonsense? If something happens to him, I'll let you be buried with him!"

Mo Qiu was stunned for a moment, then said with a stiff neck, "The burial of slaves has been abolished!"

Han Yi glanced at him and said, "Yo, you still know this."

Mo Qiu knew that he was joking just by looking at the playfulness in his eyes, but Mo Ning at the side probably took it seriously, looked at Han Yi and then at Mo Qiu very conflictedly, and finally whispered: "Lang Jun, you... don't Let the elder brother be buried, I... I will replace him."

After hearing this, Mo Qiu was overwhelmed with emotion, hugged Mo Ning and said, "Hey, Ah Xing is the best."

Looking at Mo Yun's expression, Han Yi knew that the joke he had just made had frightened the child, so he smiled and said, "I'm just joking, and this has nothing to do with him."

He said, turned his head to look at Yan Zheng, sighed and said: "If there is something wrong, I should be buried with him."

Therefore, for the sake of his own life, he still has to think hard about how to keep Yan Zheng out of danger.

When he was thinking this way, he suddenly felt his hand tighten, and when he looked up, he saw Yan Zheng's light-colored eyes fixed on him.