"You guys keep moving forward. We'll follow immediately after the health center treats my wounds." Luo Beichen didn't want to delay the march because of his own reasons, so he ordered Xiaozhuang and the others to move on, leaving only the health workers behind.<
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"You go too." Luo Beichen glanced at Mu Qing'er who was following behind him and said.
"I won't!" Mu Qing'er shook her head and refused to leave.
Seeing this, Luo Beichen wanted to say something, but then the hygienist spoke.
"It's okay for Miss Mu to stay, maybe she can help me."
Since the hygienist said so, Luo Beichen said nothing more.
Then the hygienist asked Luo Beichen to find a flat place to do it, and then carefully began to remove the gauze on Luo Beichen's shoulders.
Because the bullet was still stuck in the wound, the blood kept flowing when the gauze was removed, so Shi Dafan was also cautious in his movements. If he accidentally caused large-scale bleeding, the situation would be even worse.
But even if Shi Dafan was as careful as possible, he would inevitably touch the wound accidentally.
Luo Beichen gritted his teeth and endured it. After a while, his forehead was covered with sweat, and the veins on his neck were also exposed because of the force of his teeth.
Looking at Luo Beichen's appearance, Mu Qing'er's face was full of distress, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes unconsciously.
Mu Qing'er reached out and held Luo Beichen's hand tightly.
Feeling Mu Qing'er's movements, Luo Beichen turned his head and gave her a reluctant smile.
Luo Beichen patted Mu Qing'er's hand and told her not to worry.
Soon, Shi Dafan took off the gauze wrapped around Luo Beichen's shoulders.
The entire roll of gauze has been completely stained red with blood.
Looking at Luo Beichen's wounds, Shi Dafan's face looked a little solemn.
Generally speaking, gunshot wounds are not very large, unless they are punctured by a large-caliber bullet, which will form an open wound.
Although large-caliber firearms can cause serious damage, the wounds are all open, which at least avoids the possibility of internal suppuration.
On the contrary, such small-caliber bullets are more difficult to handle.
Penetrating injuries are easy to say, but the most troublesome is Luo Beichen's situation.
The bullet remains in the body and has not been taken out in time.
The warheads of bullets generally contain lead. Lead is a heavy metal and is poisonous in itself. In addition, when the bullet is injected into the human body, it will also carry fragments of clothing and other substances.
Once the bullet cannot be removed in time, internal gangrene will form, causing the wound to swell, even suppurate and ulcerate. In severe cases, it may even cause sepsis and death.
At this time, Luo Beichen's wound had begun to swell.
"Your situation is not good. You must take out the bullet quickly." Shi Dafan said while taking the tools from his backpack.
"Just watch it." Luo Beichen nodded.
Soon, Shi Dafan took out a set of surgical tools from his backpack.
Then Shi Dafan searched around him, then walked to the side and chopped a branch with a saber, and then handed the branch to Luo Beichen.
Looking at the branch handed over by Shi Dafan, Luo Beichen looked at Shi Dafan doubtfully.
"Hey, the Demerol I brought was all used by Hadron, so just make do with it."
"Fuck!" Luo Beichen took the branch unhappily and bit it into his mouth.
But then Luo Beichen took down the branch again.
"Be gentle, if you do it too hard, see how I deal with you when I get back!"
Looking at Luo Beichen's fierce eyes, Shi Dafan smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's traditional Chinese medicine. I'll give you a few injections later and it will work."
After receiving Shi Dafan's assurance, Luo Beichen put the branch into his mouth again, and then sat down against the tree trunk behind him.
In fact, the so-called threat was just a joke between Luo Beichen and Shi Dafan to ease Shi Dafan's mood.
Let Shi Dafan not have too many worries.
After all, it is an operation. No matter how careful you are, it will still hurt.
Seeing that Luo Beichen was ready, Shi Dafan took out his gloves and handed one of them to Mu Qing'er.
"I'll get the bullets for Beichen later, and you hand me the tools."
After hearing Shi Dafan's words, Mu Qing'er nodded quickly.
Afterwards, Shi Dafan took out the disinfectant, sterilized their hands and surgical tools, then picked up the scalpel and started working.
In an instant, Luo Beichen felt severe pain.
Subconsciously, Luo Beichen bit the wooden stick in his mouth tightly.
His hands were clenched even more tightly.
The pain did not stop. As Shi Dafan moved, the pain came in waves.
But Luo Beichen held back and remained silent.
Looking at Luo Beichen's appearance, Mu Qing'er also felt distressed and subconsciously wanted to touch him.
"Don't be distracted. The most urgent task now is to quickly take out the bullet and use the hemostat."
At this time, Shi Dafan spoke up to stop Mu Qing'er's next action.
After hearing Shi Dafan's words, Mu Qing'er quickly collected her emotions and handed over the hemostatic forceps.
Fortunately, Shi Dafan's technique was very agile, and he took out the bullet in just a few minutes.
The next step is to disinfect the wound and then suture it.
Fortunately, the most difficult moment has passed.
At this time, Luo Beichen was sweating profusely, as if he had just been fished out of the water, and the wooden stick in his mouth had already been bitten into two pieces.
Mu Qing'er quickly wiped the sweat from Luo Beichen's face with her sleeves.
Luo Beichen took the wooden stick out of his mouth and threw it aside.
"Does it hurt?" Mu Qing'er asked while wiping Luo Beichen's sweat, tears falling down as she spoke.
"Don't cry, it's okay." Luo Beichen stretched out his hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Mu Qing'er's eyes.
"I said it's almost done. It's not a matter of life or death. Besides, the compressed biscuits taste good to me and I don't want to eat anything else."
While the two of them were having fun with each other, Shi Dafan, who was suturing Luo Beichen's wounds, couldn't stand it anymore.
Hearing Shi Dafan's words, Mu Qing'er suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
So he quickly stopped what he was doing, turned his head to the side and began to arrange the equipment for Shi Dafan.
Seeing Mu Qing'er's cute and flustered look, Luo Beichen smiled, and his eyes that had become a little cold due to the long period of killing softened.
Soon Shi Dafan sutured Luo Beichen's wound, then took out the gauze and re-bandaged it.
"The current conditions can only be like this. Let's go back to the military hospital for a check-up."
"It's not that delicate, and it's not a serious injury." Luo Beichen moved his arms slightly, and then stood up.
Not to mention, the pain was relieved a lot after the bullet was taken out.