Having seen this young man’s various abilities, Zheng Xin was sure that the young man in front of him could definitely do a good job of suturing wounds.

Seeing that his wife agreed, He Hao could only sigh helplessly, staring at Deng Yun's hands with his eyes, praying in his heart that the other party would not make a mistake.

Zheng Xin briefly explained the suture technique, and Deng Yun understood it. He held the suture needle steadily and slowly approached the wound on He Jia's head.

The boy kept struggling and his position kept shaking. It was difficult to locate the wound. If you were not careful, you might stab the wrong place. If it got into the eye, the consequences would be disastrous.

"How about we find some sleeping pills and let Jiajia fall asleep first?" He Hao kept holding down the struggling He Jia and couldn't help but ask.

He really didn't want the young man in front of him to be stitched up, and he was always unsure.

Zheng Xin saw the hand holding the needle steadily. This feeling reminded her of a well-known surgeon, who was a doctor at the hospital where she worked. She was lucky enough to see the surgeon perform the operation, and when the wound was finally sutured, the surgeon's hand

It is also so stable.

"Don't disturb him, I believe he can do it." She patted He Hao to tell him to stop talking.

He Hao hesitated to speak, and could only watch with fear as Deng Yun's hand holding the needle came close to He Jia's forehead.

At this time, in Deng Yun's eyes, the shaking boy was almost still. He finally took action, and with one stitch, he accurately sewed into the wound. With strong body control, his suturing movements moved with the shaking of the boy, as if he had been equipped with a stabilizer.

The camera keeps the hands suspended directly above the wound.

Moreover, his vision has reached a very fine level, and he can easily find the weakest points of the skin tissue and insert needles, so that the boy can feel no pain and the wound can be sutured without any obvious traces.

Zheng Xin subconsciously held her breath and stared at this suturing operation that was beyond the textbook level. This one hand completely surpassed that of the famous surgeon.

Although He Hao didn't understand medicine, his jaw almost dropped when he saw this scene, and he couldn't help but blame himself. Fortunately, his wife insisted just now, otherwise He Jia's wound would be really difficult to treat.

In just a few minutes, the wound was sutured. The neat sutures closed the wound tightly without causing wrinkles around the skin, and the force was controlled perfectly.

Zheng Xin breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stepped forward to bandage the wound. She couldn't help but praise: "You are so awesome. I doubt you are a layman. With your skills, you can teach the surgeons in our hospital."<

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"I don't know either. I just feel something in my mind and just follow it." Deng Yun also stared at his hands with some confusion.

Coming out of that deep pit, he could feel that he was different from ordinary people, but he didn't know why he was like this?

He needed answers, he wanted to remember more things, and he was very familiar with that survivor base, so he wanted to follow the family to their destination.

After the wound was sutured, He Jia, who had been crying bitterly, calmed down and now just sobbed softly.

The couple breathed a sigh of relief. He Hao hesitated, walked up to Deng Yun and said thank you.

"Hey, the car is still stuck in it. I need to find something to pry it out." After the child's problem was solved, he began to worry about the car whose wheels were stuck in the manhole cover.

Deng Yun smiled and said, "It's okay, I've got the car."

He Hao was stunned on the spot, speechless for a long time. The ability displayed by Deng Yun made him numb and shocked, and he no longer had any doubts.

"Stop driving at this late hour and find a place to rest for the night? The child is injured and is not suitable for bumpy rides." Zheng Xin pointed to the hotel outside and said.

After this incident, He Hao no longer insisted on his own opinion and nodded in agreement with his wife's suggestion.

Zheng Xin found some anti-inflammatory drugs and emergency medicine in the drugstore. After sorting them out, they entered the hotel across the street.

Fortunately, there were several clean rooms inside. They picked out two rooms, one for Deng Yun and the other for a family of three.

Lying on the hotel bed, Deng Yun looked out the window at night and fell into deep thought, trying to find his past memories. Every time he thought deeply, there was a stabbing pain in his head, which made him uncomfortable. In the end, he was too lazy to think about it, so he let his mind go and closed his eyes.<

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The sun rises slowly, and the morning sun shines on the earth.

Zhang Yong came out of the squadron's dormitory building, stretched hard, and planned to take people to see the crops grown at the construction site opposite.

At this time, the squadron member in charge of standing guard ran over and shouted to Zhang Yong: "Brother Yong, someone is looking for you outside."

Regardless of his character or strength, Zhang Yong is respected by others, and they will affectionately call him Brother Yong.

"Who is it?" Zhang Yong frowned, a little confused, and suddenly he thought of a person.

"I don't know, my hair is messy and I'm a little thin." The team member said.

Zhang Yong nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go over and take a look now."

When he came outside the door, he saw Zhang Qiang standing outside the door, smiling at him. The smile was a little stiff and weird.

"What are you doing here? Don't you need to collect corpses today?" Zhang Yong asked in confusion.

Zhang Qiang is a person who reveals his weirdness in every aspect. Whether he is carrying zombie corpses or talking and behaving, he makes people feel uncomfortable.

At first, he wanted Zhang Qiang to join the squadron, but after several exchanges, he immediately gave up the idea.

"I came here to talk to you about something today." Zhang Qiang said, his eyes looking into the squadron gate from time to time.

Zhang Yong was even more unhappy and asked: "What do you want to talk about?"

"Are you going to talk here? You won't let me in? You wanted me to join you before." Zhang Qiang pointed to the inside of the squadron and asked.

"Let's talk here. Everyone is a little afraid of you, so... I didn't mention the squadron to you again." Zhang Yong explained, and he was even more wary. Why was the other party suddenly interested in the squadron? He had never been like this before.

kind of intention.

Zhang Qiang sighed, his face full of disappointment, but this expression change was not like the normal expression of ordinary people, but more like the automatic generation of a robot, which made the hairs on Zhang Yong's body stand up.

At this time, Zhang Qiang's eyes lit up, he pointed to the door of the hall inside the squadron, and asked excitedly: "Who is that little boy?"

Zhang Yong turned his head and looked back in the direction pointed by the other party, and saw Doudou standing at the door of the hall looking this way.

"He is my son, what do you want to do here? If there is nothing else, please leave." If the other party hadn't helped them search for supplies, Zhang Yong would have had the urge to chase them away.
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"Of course there is something wrong. Do you know that the zombies are unconscious outside?" Zhang Qiang reluctantly looked back and looked at Zhang Yong and asked.
Chapter completed!