Chapter 67 Injured

Chapter 67 Injured

The sun sets in the west, and the people are tired and the cattle are exhausted.

Everyone's nerves were tense and their hearts were still beating fast.

Lin Benshu: "Dad, are we going to stay on the roadside tonight?"

The head of the village said: "Tell everyone to cook!"

Lin Benshu: "But...what if..."

"It's getting late, let's take a rest. Everyone is injured to some extent, and we were in such a hurry to travel that we didn't even bandage ourselves properly. Alas, those soldiers are strong and powerful, what's the point of us traveling all night! It will be very difficult for them to catch up with us. Go ahead~" The head of the village waved his hand tiredly, turned around and walked towards his third grandson, Lin Youxiang.

Lin Youcai held up the kettle, slowly poured boiled water towards Lin Youxiang's arm to rinse the wound.

Lin Youxiang had four knife wounds of varying sizes on both arms. Fortunately, it was cold and he wore more clothes, so only one of the knife wounds was deep, and the other three were superficial skin injuries.

After flushing the wound, Lin Youcai used clean gauze to absorb the mixed blood and water.

He quickly applied iodine to all the wounds for disinfection, and only sprinkled Yunnan Baiyao powder on the deepest wound.

Lin Youcai straightened up and shouted loudly: "Bring it here quickly!"

"Coming, coming." Lin Xianwen walked quickly over with a flashlight and a sewing kit for wound sutures.

Lin Youxing scooped up some water and slowly poured it over, while Lin Youcai squatted down and rubbed his hands carefully, washing them clean and drying them.

Lin Youcai: "Put a handkerchief in his mouth so he can bite it. Don't bite his tongue. Just in case, hold him down. You have to hold it in! Be a real man, I'm counting on you!"

Lin Xianwen lights the camera, while Lin Youcai puts on a disposable mask. He opens the wound suture box, a small, flat box with only one curved needle in it. He unpacks the suture thread, holds the needle forceps in his right hand, the toothed forceps in his left hand, holds the needle in his right hand, holds the thread in his left hand, and threads the needle.

Lin Xianwen: Dad is quite good looking...

Lin Youcai took a deep breath and lowered his head to sew.

After a while, in the very cold weather, both Lin Youwang and Lin Youcai were sweating profusely.

Lin Xianwen wanted to take a piece of paper but there was none, so he could only raise his arm and wipe his father's forehead with his sleeve, trying not to let his sweat fall on the wound.

Lin Youyou bit the handkerchief tightly in his mouth in pain, and beads of cold sweat dripped down his face, his face pale. His father, uncles, and cousins ​​held him down tightly, fearing that he would move and the wound could not be sewed up.

If you don’t treat such a big wound properly, your whole hand will rot.

Lin Youwang's mother and grandmother stood by and cried with heartache.

Lin Youcai felt like a mountain was pressing down on him, he couldn't breathe, and being watched by so many people while he was getting stitches, the pressure was overwhelming.

More than 20 minutes later, looking at the crooked wound that had been sutured, Lin Xianwen turned his head away.

Lin Youcai sighed, finally the stitches were done... It's a little ugly, but it's OK as long as it can heal. It's normal for boys to have scars, so it doesn't matter if the scars are ugly, as long as the hand can be used. He raised his head and said, "Fortunately, the weather is cold now, so there's no need to worry about the wound rotting. Before the wound heals, this hand can't touch water or use force. If you use force, the wound will burst again, which is really difficult to deal with! I just learned a little bit from others, so I'll just make do with it!"

Lin Youxiang nodded weakly, "Thank you...thank you...thank you, Brother Youcai."

Lin Bentian's eyes were red, and he was filled with gratitude. "Thanks to you for applying medicine and stitching his wound, his hand was cured! There is no village or shop in this place, let alone finding a doctor! This child is so young, if his hand is broken, he really won't be able to survive!"

Lin Youcai: "Uncle Honda, Hope was injured for everyone's sake while fighting the bandits. As long as everyone has a way and medicine, all the injured people today can be treated the same way!"

Lin Benshui: "You are talented, but you are too modest. This is not just a little bit of knowledge, I have lived for most of my life and have never heard of it. This person is worthy of being a scholar, he is proficient in everything!"

Lin Youcai put away the needle and thread and handed it to his son, "Uncle Shui, what I know is not even worthy of being an assistant in front of a serious doctor. Don't make me laugh! When it comes to sewing, women are better at it. It's just that they have never sewed before, so they don't dare to do it."

When the women of the Lin family heard this, they all shook their heads. They didn't dare to sew flesh as this was not sewing cloth.

"You'll be fine after just a few more sews. Have a good rest tonight! I'll go over to help." Lin Youcai said as he walked towards the RV.

Tian Daniu's wife Zhang stood aside with tears in her eyes. On a stool sat a young man with his hair cut off on one side.

Lin Zisu held a flashlight in her right hand to provide light, while Shen Xianglan wore a mask and held needle holders and tweezers in her hands, concentrating on sewing the skin on the boy's head.

The Lin family used a large pot to cook dinner and another large pot to boil water. The pot for boiling water was used for drinking and washing. Ropes were specially tied around the "ears" on both sides of the pot to mark them.

There was no special pot for boiling water before, but after Shen Xianglan and Lin Youcai repeatedly emphasized and asked to repeatedly wash the pot, the Lin family remembered it. The main reason was that they felt the real benefits of having a pot to boil water for drinking and washing.

Lin Xianwen was in the RV, using his sister's small noodle cooker to cook needles. The conditions were too poor, so all recyclable items had to be carefully recycled.

Seeing that he could not help, Lin Youcai went to check on the other people with minor injuries, helped them rinse their wounds, and applied iodine to disinfect them. He let alone the powder, but used a little bit as it was necessary to save it for the seriously injured.

Fortunately, in their previous lives, both mother and daughter loved to stock up, especially when there were discounts and coupons online. I bought 20 small bottles of Yunnan Baiyao powder and 10 bottles of Yunnan Jinchuang powder, which has a slightly larger capacity.

He said it would be a waste to stock up so much and let it expire, so they said they just kept some at home and in the car! Anyway, if you buy more, you can get discounts on top of discounts, and coupons are stacked on top of coupons, so each bottle is very cheap. If it is new, it can be stored for a long time.

The family had thought of everything except the fact that these things could be used in another era. Now they just thought it was too little and wished they had more.

Only a few people had open wounds, and most had bruises and purples on their bodies, with bumps here and abrasions there.

There was a little white paste on Feng's fingertips, and she gently applied it on her son Lin Xianshan's forehead.

Lin Xianshan had a bump on his forehead, not from being beaten, but from hitting his head when he entered the RV from the roof of the car.

In front of the people in the car, a lump of flesh appeared on his forehead at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a small dumpling.

Lin Zisu laughed mercilessly, and Shen Xianglan told Old Lady Wang that it would be best to apply lard immediately to the place where the collision had just occurred. The injured area would not become bruised, and the swelling would not continue to swell, and the swelling would subside faster.

As soon as Shen Xianglan finished speaking, no one believed her, but that was normal. How could the oil you eat have such magical effects, not herbal medicine?

Old Lady Wang was unwilling to do so. The Sier family was always eyeing these things. Even if they had money, they would not be able to buy anything on the road, not to mention that there was not much money at home. But Old Lady Ye and the wives of the Shen family were in the car, and this was her own grandson, even though she had many sons and grandchildren. In the end, she used her fingers to pick up a little lard and smeared it on the "small glutinous rice balls" on her grandson's forehead.

At this moment, while cooking dinner, Feng asked Old Lady Wang for a little bit of lard. It was really just a little bit. A little bit is better, just apply it. The effect was really good, no bruises were seen, and the swelling was much smaller.

It is common for children to have bruises all over their bodies. In the past, a lump this big would last for several days, and adults would feel very pitiful when seeing it.