On the wedding day, I was broken off, so I remarried his uncle

As soon as the brother and sister entered the pharmacy, they heard a woman sobbing.

Song Xile paused slightly when he stepped into the pharmacy, and his eyes fell on the patient who was surrounded by several people. He saw a doctor with a frown on his face, looking down at the injuries of a middle-aged man.

Based on her medical practice habit, she unconsciously took a few steps forward, wanting to see the patient's condition more clearly.

I saw a man lying in his wife's arms, his face as pale as paper, and the cloth wrapped around his arm had already been stained with blood.

Blood was oozing out of the wound, which looked shocking.

The middle-aged woman hugged the man and begged in a pitiful voice: "Doctor, please save my husband. We have old people and children in our family. We can't live without him. Please!"

Doctor Zheng has tried applying hemostatic powder to the affected area, but it now seems to have little effect. Looking at the gauze that was stained with blood in just an instant, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

It's no use. For injuries like this, ordinary hemostatic powder is completely ineffective. He knows that only by suturing the wound can the person in front of him have a glimmer of hope.

However, the doctor in their clinic who knew how to treat external injuries happened to be on leave.

He stood up anxiously and asked the medicine boy beside him, "Has the person who was sent to look for Doctor Mo returned?"

"Master, Jue Ming has already gone, but Doctor Mo is going to go outing in the suburbs with his friends today, so I'm afraid we may not be able to find him!"

Doctor Zheng knew that this man could not wait when it came to matters involving human life.

He turned around and told her the truth: "The wound on your husband's arm is very deep, and no ordinary hemostatic medicine can stop the bleeding. Now, we should hurry to other clinics to find a doctor who is good at suturing to suture the wound and stop the bleeding. If it's too late, it may not be good..."

After hearing this, the woman's face became limp and pale, "Doctor, please help my husband sew it up!"

Doctor Zheng shook his head and sighed, "It's not that I don't want to do this, but Doctor Mo, who specializes in external injuries in our clinic, is not here today, and the wound on his hand was not sutured casually. If it's not done properly, your husband's hand will be disabled!"

There was a flash of despair in the woman's eyes. They were just ordinary farmers, and the burden of life was already making them breathless.

This time, her husband accidentally hurt herself because he wanted to go to the mountain to chop some firewood to supplement the family income.

If her husband's hand were to become disabled because of this incident, it would undoubtedly make their already difficult lives even worse!

The woman was in a panic and just kept crying. The man lying in her arms had pale lips and a dazed look in his eyes.

At this time, an old man who had escorted the two people came forward and bowed, "Excuse me, doctor, which clinic in this city has a doctor who is good at suturing?"

Doctor Zheng remained silent and just shook his head slightly. The meaning was self-evident - no.

The old man's heart sank when he saw this, and he understood in an instant. He gritted his teeth, bowed to Doctor Zheng again and said, "Doctor, please help my nephew sew up, at least... at least save his life!"

The old man rebuked the wailing woman, "Alright, stop crying. If you don't want Goudan and the others to be without a father, you have to say something!"

The woman seemed to wake up from a dream and quickly begged Doctor Zheng to help save the person.

With the approval of the family, Doctor Zheng did not dare to delay and immediately ordered the medicine boy to fetch the needle and thread that Doctor Mo usually used.

The medicine boy quickly brought over a tray and stood beside Doctor Zheng, who then untied the gauze bandage.

As soon as the gauze bound the affected area was untied, the wound on the man's arm was no longer shackled and blood gushed out.

The powder that had just been sprinkled had no effect at all. Doctor Zheng's face became serious. If the bleeding couldn't be stopped, how could he sew the wound?

Just as he was thinking about whether to start suturing directly, Song Xile pushed the two people aside, walked forward, and quickly, accurately and fiercely inserted the silver needle he had just taken out of the system into the patient's arm.

In an instant, the bleeding arm of the man gradually stopped bleeding at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Upon seeing this, Doctor Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and then focused his attention on the person who was giving the acupuncture.

Seeing that the woman was only a year old, Doctor Zheng was shocked, but he did not say anything to stop her.

Just by looking at her skill in stopping bleeding, he knew that he was not as capable as her in dealing with the injury.

He took another look at the man lying in the woman's arms with a dazed look in his eyes, and finally swallowed the question that was about to come out of his mouth.

When the silver needles in his hand were almost used up, Song Xile said, "Go get me three basins of warm water. I need to wash my hands. Also prepare a basin of salt water to clean the wound."

At this moment, the medicine boy holding the tray was looking at the scene in front of him in shock, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Song Ping, who was standing by, saw this and immediately stepped forward to poke him, "Why are you still standing there? Go!"

"This..." Without giving him time to hesitate, Doctor Zheng immediately said, "Do as my wife tells you!"

The medicine boy did not dare to delay. He put down the tray, turned around and ran to the backyard. After a while, he brought back three basins of warm water.

After Song Xile finished inserting the silver needles in her hand, she stood up, put her hands in the wooden basin, and washed them again and again.

While washing her hands, she said to the people surrounding the patient, "Please stay away from the patient for a while. I need to sew him up later. If you get too close, dirt may get stuck in his flesh and blood, which is not good for the patient!"

The few people who originally wanted to question her, when they saw the lady in front of them, stopped the bleeding in their arms in the blink of an eye, and immediately took a few steps back obediently.

Song Xile dried the water on his hands and walked to the man's side again. He did not rush to sew the wound, but cleaned the man's wound first, and then began to carefully look for the bleeding vein.

After finding the bleeding point, she signaled Dr. Zheng to help her. While she was suturing the ruptured blood vessels with needle and thread, she explained to Dr. Zheng why she was doing so.

Doctor Zheng was shocked to see her hands moving so fast without any sense of stagnation, and he did not dare to underestimate her.

During the entire process, everyone held their breath, fearing that any excessive movement would affect Song Xile who was suturing the patient's wound.

After the bleeding point was treated, the next step was to suture the torn skin. Her fingers flexibly held the needle and thread, shuttling between the skin on both sides of the wound, and finally tied a knot deftly at the end.

The whole process was smooth and neat, which amazed everyone present.

Doctor Zheng standing by secretly admired him in his heart. His skills were not much different from those of Doctor Mo, who was good at surgery in their clinic.