"Well, that's right, in my experience, the wound that has been scratched by the ghost for a few hours, if it is not treated, it will definitely not be like this, what about Xiao Muzi" Grandma then asked.
"Little Muzi is still downstairs, I asked my mother to go down and call it, I have a little trouble with it," I said to my grandmother with a little stammer.
"Well, I know, you lie down, I'll treat your wound first, it may hurt later, you bear with it" Grandma didn't ask me why Muzi and I were awkward, this is my grandmother's consistent style.
Because there is Angkor at home, he is an outsider after all, and his grandmother will never ask about the family in front of outsiders.
This is the old man's way of doing things, even if there is a big thing, the old man is also afraid of face, and will never expose his family's shortcomings in front of outsiders.
"Well, I can hold back, grandma, you just have to do it."
I looked at my grandmother and said.
The treatment of the wound that my grandmother said should be the same as the treatment of Guo Mingze's wound, there is carrion on the wound, which must be treated.
Otherwise, even if Xiao Muzi's ghost blood can be relieved for a while, the wound will still be infected after a while, and then it will continue to suppurate and fester.
To remove the carrion, you have to scrape it with a knife, when I scraped the carrion for Guo Mingze before, he almost fainted in pain as a big man, I really can't imagine what kind of state I will be in when I wait.
Grandma got up slowly, turned around and walked to the side of the cabinet, reached out to open the cabinet door and took out an iron lunch box from inside.
I used to see this kind of iron lunch box in the hospital when I was a child, because I was always weak and sick when I was a child, and going to the hospital was like going to the park.
Therefore, I am very familiar with this small iron box with needles and sometimes a few traumatic scalpels.
When I was a child, when I went to the hospital and heard the doctor fiddling with these iron tools, I felt my hair explode all over my body, and a feeling of wanting to run away was circling in my head.
However, every chance to escape failed, and my mother directly pulled me by the collar and pressed the bed where I was injected.
Grandma took the iron box in her hand and walked back to the bed, carefully opened the iron box, no accident, there was a small scalpel lying quietly inside.
Under the white fluorescent lamp on the roof, Xiaoxiao's scalpel glowed with a cold light, and I could already imagine the pain of the scalpel cutting into the skin in my brain.
"Gollum" I couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, it was definitely subconscious, I was afraid of needles and knives since I was a child, although I studied forensic medicine and often dealt with these scalpels.
But that's all cut on someone else It's really never really cut on me, and it's definitely a lie to say that I'm not afraid.
The grandmother turned around again and walked to the other side of the cabinet, opened the drawer and took out a bottle of alcohol and cotton, and a lighter.
After preparing these things, my grandmother walked back to the bed, looked into my eyes and said, "Xiao, grandma is about to start, it will hurt a lot later, there is nothing at home to anesthetic, you can only endure it, if you can't help it, you will shout it out loud." ” I pursed my lips and nodded, and said, "Okay, grandma, do it, I should be able to hold back" aa2705221: