The Talented Doctor

Hexi raised his head and casually pulled a man and said: "Come here, hold him down for me. Don't let him move anyway!"

The soldier who was pointed out was startled, and repeated blankly: "Me? Me?"

Ouyang Haoxuan smiled lightly: "Xi Yue, I don't need someone to hold me down, I won't move. I can bear this pain."

He Xi raised his eyes and looked at him with a sneer, "Okay, that's what you said. Since you are so tolerant, you don't care if your arm is chopped off, then I don't need anesthetics. I will stitch the meridians later. You can endure the process of breaking your arm. If you dare to move during this period, don't blame me for being polite!"

Ouyang Haoxuan was taken aback, but Hexi didn't give him a chance to go back, and countless silver needles suddenly appeared in his hand.

Some of these silver needles are ordinary acupuncture needles, and some are suture needles with gut.

Her expression was condensed, and the little soldier just took Ouyang Haoxuan's arm and placed it about five centimeters away from the wound of the broken arm.

The young soldier tremblingly grasped the cold, **** arm, and saw Hexi's continuous needle sticking to Ouyang Haoxuan. He couldn't help but trembled: "This... my son, you are doing this. what?"

"Shut up! Take it!" In fact, He Xi is a bit angry. Ouyang Haoxuan's tyrannical style of play will one day finish her life, but she also knows that Ouyang Haoxuan needs to vent, otherwise Must be abnormal.

Hexi only said four words, and then all the preparations were ready.

At the next moment, everyone, yes, everyone, including Chen Guang, Shiwan Zhenweijun, and Cai Jie, were all attracted by Hexi, staring at her every move, wishing to wipe her. Eyes, wondering if what I saw was true.

Hexi has a pair of shiny and slender hands, like white jade.

At this time, the hands were dancing as fast as white butterflies through flowers. In the dancing, the gut lines intersect each other.

These needles and threads are treated with special medicines and soaked in Lingquan. They have special toughness and can be integrated into the human body after stitching without causing harm.

I saw that the silver needle shining with cold light pierced through the meridian of Ouyang Haoxuan's broken arm, and then led to the wound of the arm held by Xiaobing. It was also pierced through the meridian.

After just a cup of tea, Ouyang Haoxuan's face was already covered with sweat, his face was pale, and the clothes on his back were all soaked with sweat.

That is not the pain of being cut, but the suture of the real meridians.

However, no one cared whether he was in pain or not. Even Chen Guang's eyes were attracted by Hexi's every move, and he couldn't pay attention to the others.

Seeing that all the meridians were all connected by the gut, Hexi's hand suddenly closed.

I saw that arm suddenly separated from the small soldier's hand, hit the wound of the broken arm heavily, and joined together tightly.

Ouyang Haoxuan finally couldn't help but let out a muffled hum.

But Hexi's hand movement kept on, quickly picked up another threaded needle, and quickly stitched a circle on the outer skin.

The last knot cut the thread, and a drop of sweat dripped from Hexi's forehead, which was stuck on her long eyelashes and wanted to lose it.

Before she wiped it off with her sleeves, a pair of warm hands stretched out holding the silk kerchief, gently wiping her sweaty forehead and eyelashes stained with sweat.