The nurse listened to me say that she was studying forensic medicine and stared at me for a long time, looking unconvinced.
Then he looked down at my wound carefully, and after studying the direction of the knife and falling from the wound for a long time, he raised his head again and looked at me and said: "Well, the wound is like you said, it should be caused by yourself, I said little girl, what is the matter with your spray, you are so cruel to yourself, if you cut it deeper, the tendons on your hands can be broken by you." ” I smiled bitterly and said to the nurse: "Sister nurse, don't ask the reason, it's really not convenient for me to say it, let's talk about the police now, you see that I also studied forensics, and if I graduate, I am also assigned to the public security system, and I understand that the hospital protects the safety of patients, and I also support you in doing this, but you said that I am a forensic major, and I will enter the public security system after graduation, how can I lie, right, let's save this process, you can help, Can you help me debride and bandage it first, let's get the tetanus shot first, and then we'll talk about the rest slowly, and I'll tell you what I can tell you. ” When the nurse saw that I had said that, she immediately went to the cabinet and took the debridement and poured hydrogen peroxide directly on my wound.
Hydrogen peroxide smells terrible, but it's not as irritating as alcohol, and if I pour alcohol directly on the wound like mine, I can jump up from the chair in pain.
Although hydrogen peroxide can also hurt, the degree of pain is still tolerable, that is, when hydrogen peroxide touches the wound, the wound will begin to bubble, corroding the flesh around the wound.
It does look disgusting and unappetizing, and we've been exposed to it in school, and I'm the one who hates the chemical reaction between hydrogen peroxide and skin contacts.
Now watching the hydrogen peroxide corroding the flesh on my wound, I unconsciously felt a feeling of nausea in my stomach, and I swallowed hard.
But saliva seems to be overflowing, and it is produced so quickly in my mouth that I can't swallow it cleanly.
If it weren't for the injuries on both hands, I would have covered my mouth with my hands to prevent myself from squirting.
Dad must have seen that I was a little nauseous, so he quickly walked up to me, gently covered my mouth and nose with his hand, and deliberately arched his palms so that I could breathe easier.
I looked at my dad with my eyes and cast a grateful look, this is the hospital, patients come in and feel the smell of disinfectant everywhere, and the bacteria are killed by the disinfectant.
If I spray it directly here, I feel sorry for the aunt who cleans, people have worked so hard to wipe the floor so clean, if I vomit dirty, they will clean it again.
The nurse carefully dipped sterile cotton in hydrogen peroxide, rubbing the flesh that had risen around my wound little by little, and with each rubbing, I felt the nerves in my whole body tense.
The feeling of cotton brushing against the wound tugged at my heart, and my breathing involuntarily followed the movement of the sterile cotton in the nurse's hand, breathing one by one.
When the nurse had just helped me deal with one hand, my grandmother belatedly walked into the debridement room, saw that the nurse was helping me treat the wound, and stood aside without speaking. aa2705221: