Chapter 297: suture
Chapter 297 Suture
She needs to do a lot of things before she can get down to work.
Lift his feet first and put a bundle with a pillow under his feet to prevent him from going into shock.
Then he opened another bag, took out a fleece jacket, folded it, and then gently wrapped it around his head to prevent him from losing more body heat.
Then she pulled the quilt aside and began to undress him layer by layer, starting from his feet and gradually going up.
Then she came to his blood-soaked sweater, which was damp and cold, and wiped off the blood on his chest as much as possible, using a pillow towel she got casually, and she was not picky at all times.
She dried him as best as she could, then put the quilt over his chest and shoulders.
Finally she lay down next to him, close to him under the layers of quilts, until she was next to him, with her arms around him, and finally she put another fleece over their heads to cover their heads. to keep the air they breathe warm.
Their breath warmed the air almost immediately, making her face warmer, and such a small comfort was so welcome that she felt so relieved that she wanted to cry.
He felt like ice next to her.
He needs something hot to drink and something sweet to eat to help him fight the shock and cold.
Her trembling is lessening, but he is not shaking at all, which is not a good sign.
But she could only take a short rest. She had to find a way to build a shelter for them, at least to keep out the wind.
However, the first task on her diary is to feed Song Moting and suture his wounds.
She found the iron pot in the space and sighed at her own wisdom.
I saw this big iron pot accidentally in the county town, and I didn’t know why I put it in at the time.
Come in handy now.
Thanks to the spring water in his space, Jiang Xiaoxiao even put some dried peaches in to cook the rice porridge.
At this time, peaches are the most important.
I don’t know why the peach juice is not very effective. Maybe it is effective, but she hasn’t felt it yet.
Looking at the steaming pot.
Jiang Xiaoxiao began to prepare for suturing.
Going back to Song Moting's place, she knelt down next to him and took a thorough inventory of all her medicines.
Scissors—this will definitely come in handy.
Lots of gauze, tape, cotton swabs, a tube of antibacterial ointment, alcohol and iodine, sterile cotton balls, and painkillers.
besides…
That’s the suture bag!
What she was concerned about at the moment was whether these things were enough to give a rough treatment to the injury on Song Moting's head.
The conclusion was that it was enough, which meant she had no excuse to back down.
My skills should not have deteriorated, but I still feel a little sad. Picking up this kind of thing again reminds me of many things in my previous life.
The first thing to do is to clean the wound thoroughly.
hehe!
She didn't even have water to moisten the wound, let alone "thoroughly".
She could only do her best. Fortunately, there was no dirt or debris in the wound.
First she needs to add some sugar to his body, and then she may need to give him a few painkillers first.
Without anesthetics, you can at least drink poison to quench your thirst.
She carefully removed the fleece covering his head.
Even though she knew he looked bad, she was almost stunned when she really faced him.
His entire face was covered with dried blood, and the blood in his eye sockets, ears, nostrils, and corners of his mouth was even caked in blood.
To make matters worse, his forehead swelled up, stretching the wound wider.
She did not expect that the wound would swell. If the wound was not treated, the swelling might get worse, so she could not wait.
“Brother Song,”
She said touching him under the layers of quilts.
“Wake up! It’s show time.”
He took a deep breath quickly.
“I’m awake.”
His voice sounded much stronger, letting him warm up first before taking care of his injuries. Now it seemed that she might have made the right choice.
She opened the bottle of painkillers and put one between his lips.
Watch him move the pills in his mouth, notice that his eyes are covered with blood, and stretch out his hand to drip the spring water from his fingertips.
Watch him swallow the medicine smoothly.
She gave another one, he repeated the process, and then said,
"mission completed."
Pour the antiseptic solution carefully onto the wound.
He immediately twitched, then tried hard to control himself and did not move again.
She looked to see if there was anything dirty in the wound, but all she saw was blood that had been washed away.
Don’t touch the obvious blood clot, then take out a piece of sterile cotton soaked in alcohol and start cleaning around the wound.
She did not allow herself to think about the severity of the wound, or how susceptible it was to infection in such a non-sterile environment.
On the contrary, she just focused on what she had to do and did it step by step.
She wiped his hands, needle, and forceps with another piece of sterile cotton.
Then she puts on disposable gloves and disinfects everything again.
She disinfected his forehead with iodine.
After sterilizing as much as possible, she got ready, took a deep breath, and started suturing.
The curved needle in his hand penetrated his skin and forcefully penetrated to the other side of the wound.
“It hurts a lot, please be patient.”
He did not answer.
His eyes were closed and his breathing was regular.
Although there were painkillers, Jiang Xiaoxiao knew it must be painful, but it was obviously not as severe as she imagined.
At least his body didn't tense up in pain when she inserted the needle.
Has been very comforting to her.
She moved slowly, afraid of causing him pain.
Knot each stitch and cut the suture so each stitch is independent.
The wound was very deep, six inches long.
She knew how many stitches should be applied per inch so that the wound would look beautiful after recovery.
From start to finish, she was sure it took her at least half an hour.
She carefully arranged the black sutures, wiped away the bleeding caused by the needle punctured the skin, and wondered whether she should apply some antibiotic ointment to the wound before bandaging it.
The only medicine with antibiotics at hand.
But they are not doing suturing in a normal sterile environment, and the required drugs and tools are not available.
She and Song Moting were trapped on the mountainside, in the snow, with little food.
She thinks his immune system probably needs all the help it can get.
She carefully applied some ointment to the wound. The ointment contained a mild analgesic, which must be beneficial.
Then she covered the wound with gauze, wrapped the gauze around her head, and then used medical tape to wrap another layer outside the gauze.
The final result was quite neat and beautiful if she had to say it herself, and the bandage helped prevent dirt from entering the wound.
"alright!"
Finally she announced, slumping down next to him.
It wasn’t that the suturing took up a lot of energy, but that her head hurt as if she had been hit on the head with a sledgehammer.
Song Moting felt anxiously that Jiang Xiaoxiao was tired.
I feel anxious, but I can’t do anything at all.
This helplessness is frustrating.
Damn it, he actually still thinks his wife is too beautiful at this time.
In the past, I thought it was beauty in appearance, but now her beauty is definitely not because of her appearance, because she looks like a street beggar at this time.
Hair is a mess, his face is covered in blood and dirt, and there are bruises under his eyes that may become black and blue tomorrow.
The military coat was stained with blood everywhere, and the torn areas exposed cotton wool.
No matter how you look at it, she looks like a female tramp.
But I just feel that Jiang Xiaoxiao is so beautiful that it makes people feel distressed.
(End of this chapter)