Chapter 77: Don’t You Know There’s A Divine Spirit Watching From Three Feet Above?
Before starting, Lin Xin glanced at Mo Ziyuan. Seeing him stunned for a moment before giving her a reassuring gaze and moving his lips to say, “Go ahead and do it! I believe in you.”
Lin Xin nodded, took a deep breath, used a pair of scissors to cut open the white cloth bandaging his abdomen, rinsed his wound with saline, the previously applied medicine was washed away, and the hideous wound gradually became exposed.
Mo Ziyuan’s body tensed up, veins bulging on his forehead, his hands tightly clutching the bedsheets beneath him, teeth clenched, yet he didn’t let out the slightest groan.
Lin Xin secretly sighed, took out a locally produced anesthetic pill from the apocalypse, crushed it and applied it to the skin around his wound. After about fifteen minutes, Mo Ziyuan’s tense muscles gradually relaxed; the anesthetic must have taken effect.
Lin Xin picked up the surgical knife, trimmed the uneven edges of the wound, aligned the wound, sutured it layer by layer, finally disinfected it with iodine, bandaged it with gauze, the whole process taking less than half an hour.
Cui Shi said he came to help, but watching Lin Xin standing bedside wielding the surgical knife, he felt like he couldn’t be of any help.
Moreover, looking at the sutured wound, he found it was just as Lin Xin had said—indeed easier to heal and less likely to split open again.
“You this······” Cui Shi awkwardly spoke up.
Thinking of his previous disdain and opposition to suturing, he felt his old face heat up, but if he didn’t figure it out or even learn it, he felt he wouldn’t be able to sleep in the future.
“No problem teaching you how to do it, but some medicines I can’t give you; you’ll have to make them yourself, I don’t know how.” Seeing him like that, Lin Xin knew what he wanted and simply said it directly without waiting for him to speak.
“Really? You’re willing to teach me?”
“What else? Once you learn it, you can handle such things yourself next time. I don’t want to be suturing all day.”
“Good, shall we start now?” Cui Shi rubbed his hands, excitedly asking.
“Sure,” she tilted her head to look at Mo Ziyuan and found him staring at her intently, his eyes holding something she couldn’t understand and inexplicably didn’t want to, so she turned her head back and began pointing at the instruments one by one, explaining their uses to Cui Shi.
“Suturing thread can also be replaced with mulberry bark thread, iodine can be replaced with alcohol, high-concentration white liquor works too. The most important is the anesthetic; you’ll have to figure that out yourself, I don’t know.” Finally, Lin Xin summarized.
Cui Shi listened while taking notes, filling several sheets of rice paper, then pestered Lin Xin until she gave him a set of surgical tools. Hugging a pile of things like a treasure, he ran off.
“This stinky old man doesn’t even clean up the scene.” Lin Xin muttered as she sorted out the things that shouldn’t appear in this world, tossed them into her space, then gathered the remaining “medical waste” together, threw it into the previously prepared basin, and prepared to leave.
“When can I get out of bed and walk around?” Seeing Lin Xin finish tidying up and about to leave, Mo Ziyuan hurriedly asked.
“Tomorrow. Best not to move today; if you want to get up, have someone support you, try not to strain your abdomen. Tomorrow I’ll check the wound healing before deciding if you can get out of bed.”
“Got it. Miss Lin must be tired too; go back and rest first!”
“Alright, I’ll go find your brothers. Remember to rest well, and don’t say what you shouldn’t.” The last sentence was said fiercely by Lin Xin, but in Mo Ziyuan’s eyes, she seemed just like the lion cat his grandmother had raised before—cute, fierce, and very beautiful.
“I remember; if I say it, may I be struck by lightning and······ Mmph~” Before he finished, Lin Xin covered his mouth. “Why make vows for nothing! Don’t you know there’s a god three feet above? Keep talking and you can go to the capital city yourself!”
With that, Lin Xin huffed and left.
However, Mo Ziyuan clearly saw her ears turn bright red.
“Haha, little Xin’er, hehe······”
When Gao Yong and the others came in, they saw Mo Ziyuan lying in bed with a weird smile on his face. They all stopped in their tracks, exchanged glances, and saw incredulity in each other’s eyes.
“Cough, I’m fine now. You all go rest early too!” Caught fantasizing, Mo Ziyuan was uncharacteristically embarrassed and hurriedly shooed them away.
“Something’s off; Zi Yuan is definitely off.” Leaving the steadiest Zhou Qi to care for the patient, the others gathered in Ling Qing’s room. Gao Yong was the first to voice his opinion in his loud voice.
“No need to say it; anyone with eyes can see it.” Chu Yu rolled his eyes at him and said.
“You—then you explain what’s up with him?” Gao Yong suppressed the urge to punch him and asked unconvinced.
“Well, you old bachelor couldn’t understand this.” Chu Yu said in a very punchable tone.
“What old bachelor? I’m an old bachelor, but you’re not?”
“I’m different from you; I have my little fairy waiting for me!” Chu Yu said smugly.
“Damn, so what if you have a childhood sweetheart girl!” Gao Yong couldn’t hold back his itchy fists anymore and pounced on Chu Yu, pinning him to the table and beating him.
Ling Qing also joined in, occasionally sneaking in a hit. Who let him have a little fairy! Flaunting it was simply unforgivable!
The suppressed Chu Yu yelled loudly, struggling and landing a few hits, but fighting one against three resulted in him getting beaten all over. Except for his intact face, his body had plenty of bruises.
“Hmph, you’re all just jealous!” Chu Yu muttered through gritted teeth while applying medicine to himself.
The discussion about Mo Ziyuan’s abnormality was forcibly halted due to Chu Yu flaunting his little childhood sweetheart and enraging everyone into beating him.
Early the next morning, as soon as Mo Ziyuan woke up, he felt the abdominal wound much more relaxed, without that throbbing pain. He touched it through the gauze a few times, even tentatively pressing lightly, confirming his feeling was real.
As soon as he moved, Zhou Qi sleeping on the soft couch woke up. Seeing him lying in bed staring wide-eyed, lost in thought, he curiously asked, “What are you thinking?”
“Nothing,” he said, then tried moving his body; it didn’t hurt much. He rolled over and sat up, startling Zhou Qi, who ran over barefoot to hold him down. “I’m right here; can’t you say something before doing it? What if the wound splits open?”
“I need to use the toilet; can you go for me?”
Zhou Qi: ······I was pointless to care; better if your wound splits and you die of pain.
After handling his bodily needs, Mo Ziyuan had just lain back down when Cui Shi burst in from outside, hair disheveled, eyes bloodshot, but gaze very clear—the stark contrast making him look a bit scary.
“Cui, Old Cui, what’s wrong?” Seeing him rush toward Mo Ziyuan upon entering, Zhou Qi quickly blocked him and asked.
“Huh? Oh, nothing, nothing. Let me check his wound.” Cui Shi pushed Zhou Qi away like chasing a mouse. “Go find that brat Lin Xin; I have something. Hurry!”
