"Cuihua, isn't the water you burned for you yet? Hurry up!"

"This stone slab is not sharp enough. If you hit the stone, I want the sharpest stone slab."

"Cook the rice dumpling leaves for me for another fifteen minutes. Well, forget it, just cook them until I need them to stop the fire."

"Wang Zhuang, are you ready? You need to do it later. Don't let me down at critical moments. Look at your hands and wash them ten times. I want you to rub all the skin outside. Remember to wash them with burned hot water."

"The wood ash is ready. I want it to be hot. I must use boiled bamboo slices to pack it."

"Cuihua, look at the fire. Isn't you letting you burn water? If the bamboo tube has no water, it will burn out immediately?"

Under Wang Wei's command, the tribe members who stayed in the village were busy working hard.

They don’t understand why Wang Zhuang had to wash his hands.

They don’t understand why water has to be boiled with bamboo tubes.

You know, it is very difficult to use hot water in a tribe.

Because I have to burn a pot of water, I have to waste a bamboo tube.

But even if the old woman didn't understand anything, she followed Wang Wei obediently.

Wang Meng's feet, and the injured leg, were washed eight hundred times, and they were all made of hot water. The washed areas and the unwashed areas became distinct two distinct colors.

The old woman said that Wang Meng's feet were not as clean as today when he was born.

Finally, all preparations were ready, and everyone surrounded Wang Meng.

At this time, Wang Meng was fixed to the ground, and the injured foot was padded with a stone.

He was looking at Wang Wei anxiously.

"Well, Wang Wei, what are you going to do?"

Wang Wei was a little impatient and shouted, "What are you doing in such a close place? You can all disperse and let the wind flow!"

When everyone stepped back, Wang Wei took out a thin piece of stone from the boiling water and handed it to Wang Zhuang.

"I'll leave it to you next. Cut off all the flesh that is not right in color. You must see fresh flesh and blood!" Wang Wei ordered.

Wang Zhuang nodded and surrounded a long leaf of mouth in the mouth and nose.

Wang Wei said that this was to prevent the bacteria in his mouth from falling on Wang Meng's feet with his breath.

Although no one understands what this means, Wang Zhuang still did it.

With Wang Wei’s limited medical knowledge, this is all he can do.

Use the cleanest hands and the stone slices that have been cooked for a long time to cut the meat on Wang Meng's feet again.

Leave the good meat that has not been infected, and then do your best to block the bacteria outside with rice dumpling leaves and wood ash.

Wang Wei didn't know whether this method could be achieved. He didn't even have 10% of his confidence in his heart.

He also knew what kind of evaluation he would get from the mouths of his tribe members once he failed.

Reason told him that he shouldn't stand up at this time.

But he still stood up, it made no sense, and there was no reason.

Several tribe members pressed Wang Meng down and tied a straw rope to his injured leg.

Cutting off the rotten meat later will inevitably cause bleeding. Wang Wei didn't know how to deal with this problem, so he had to tie the blood vessels to prevent the blood from circulating.

When Wang Wei heard that he wanted to cut off all the flesh on his feet, Wang Meng's face turned pale.

"Well, I think it would be better to use the hot method!" Wang Meng swallowed and tried to move his legs, but found that he was fixed to death and could not move at all.

"It's too late to say this now. You have to believe in yourself and you can hold on!" Wang Wei looked at Wang Meng and said.

"I believe in myself, but I don't believe in you!" Wang Meng shouted.

"Put the bite into his mouth, Wang Zhuang, you can start!" Wang Wei said.

"Don't...wuwu...wuwuwu!" Wang Meng shouted in a vague manner with something stuffed in his mouth.

Wang Zhuang took a deep breath, stepped forward, grabbed Wang Meng's feet, and started cutting them with stone slabs.

"Ah! Woo woo woo woo woo!" As soon as he cut the knife, Wang Meng let out a shrill scream.

In fact, the pain is not the main thing. The most terrifying thing is that watching others cut their flesh on you, the feeling of fear can make people collapse.

After cutting two swords, Wang Zhuang stopped because Wang Meng's feet moved hard.

"Don't move, I will cut it off if I move again!" Wang Zhuang wiped the sweat from his head.

"Don't cut it, I don't cut it anymore. Even if I die, I don't need to treat it. You can let me go!" Wang Meng spit out and shouted.

Seeing that Wang Meng was really not cooperating, Wang Wei was also a little anxious.

If his foot moves randomly, the operation will not be able to continue.

After thinking about it, he said to everyone: "Who of you goes up and knocks him out!"

Everyone looked at each other and the old woman said, "Don't knock it out, the ecstasy wood, the smoke from the ecstasy wood can make people lose consciousness, there is ecstasy wood by the river."

"Then Wang Sha, go and pick the ecstasy wood. Forget it, Cuihua, he doesn't know what the ecstasy wood is." Wang Wei ordered.

Soon, the ecstasy wood was picked and the smoke was placed next to Wang Meng. Within a few minutes, he rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Continue!" Wang Wei said.

Wang Zhuang took a deep breath and began to continue cutting the flesh, but his hands were shaking and they were always unable to cut them well.

Wang Meng was awakened by pain under his clumsy technique, and then fainted.

"Don't shake, what's the point of your hand shaking?" Wang Wei said anxiously.

"I don't want to do it either, but I can't control it." Wang Zhuang was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.

The old woman next to her looked at her for a long time and was very anxious.

After thinking about it, he ran to the fire next to him and washed his hands carefully with hot water.

Those dirty areas were even bleeding, and a layer of skin outside was rubbed off.

Then, she walked over and said to Wang Zhuang, whose hands were trembling, "Come here, let me do it!"

Wang Zhuang hurriedly stepped back, and the old woman took out another stone flake from the boiling water, tied the upper leaves, and began to cut Wang Meng's wound.

Although the old woman is old, her hands are not shaking or blurred. She is very stable when she takes the knife and doesn't look like she is afraid at all.

She cut off the infected bad meat clearly.

If you give her this technique the right tools, you may be able to go to the operating table to be the chief surgeon.

"Mother, your technique is really amazing!" Wang Wei couldn't help but praise.

"Well, I have been cutting blood for you to treat you before, but I will be able to train you after a long time." The old woman responded without raising her head.

Wang Wei kept staring at the time on his bracelet. Every ten minutes, the rope that tied Wang Meng's feet would loosen, so as not to cause his feet to completely necrotic if the blood was not circulated.

The old woman cut the flesh cleanly and neatly. In just half an hour, she cut all the bad meat on Wang Meng's feet to a loss.

And cutting her flesh for such a long time was also a great burden for her, and she was so tired that she was sweating profusely.

"Quickly, put the wood ash on it, and the cleanest ones should be. The wood ash just taken out of the fire should not be too hot, just warm it up." Wang Wei said.

The wood ash was pressed on Wang Meng's feet.

Wood ash has the function of sterilizing, stopping and anti-inflammatory. Of course, this function is minimal, but it is better to have it than not.

Then, the rice dumpling leaves that had been cooked for more than an hour were wrapped on Wang Meng's feet, and the grass and ash were wrapped on the three layers on the three layers on the left and the three layers on the right.

After finishing all this, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The old woman took off her mouth leaves, took a few breaths of fresh air and asked, "Wang Wei, is this really OK?"

"Oh, I don't know, just take one step at a time!" Wang Wei sighed.

Wang Meng, who had just woken up, heard this and shouted "Dog Wang Wei" with a pale face, and then fainted again.

Wang Wei touched his chin and said to everyone: "The operation was very successful. Under the leadership of my mother, we successfully cleared the sepsis near Wang Meng's wound, but this was only the first step. The next three days were the most critical time. Wang Meng had to watch it day and night to ensure that his feet could not be stained with any dirty things.

No matter what the situation inside the rice dumpling leaves are, they are not allowed to be opened.

He was not allowed to go down the ground, his feet could not touch anything, and he had to hang it like this all the time, put it in a dry and air circulating place. Everyone had to stare at him, and he had to deal with it in place when he was shit and pee. If he was disobedient, what he did now would be in vain.

I'm afraid that at that time, we have to cut Wang Meng's feet again!"

Wang Meng, who had just fainted, woke up. He didn't hear what Wang Wei said before, but heard the last sentence, and his feet had to be cut again.
Chapter completed!