Stepmother dressed as five villains

Chapter 479 Hemp Boiling Powder

Yu Feicheng just blinked and didn't feel any changes in his surroundings, but when he raised his eyelids again, his surroundings changed.

Obviously, I was lying in a wooden house made of mahogany before, but now, in a blink of an eye, it has become a white and bright iron... house.

That should be iron.

But it is much cleaner and brighter than iron, and it can reflect light, reflecting the shadows of all objects on it.

Yu Feicheng thought he was in a dream, so he blinked in surprise.

But everything in front of him has not changed.

He turned his head, desperately wanting to ask Qiao again and again, but he didn't see her. He only saw a woman in a white hat and long white gown slowly walking towards him.

She was holding some strange things in her hand, and she couldn't tell what material it was made of, but he understood the slender point on it as a needle.

She wants to stab him!

Yu Feicheng felt fear from the bottom of his heart, he arched his body slightly, ready to fight back and get out of bed at any time.

However, at this moment, the woman reached out and patted his head lightly.

Intuition told him not to move.

Yu Feicheng didn't move.

A familiar fragrance came over her face. Although she was completely different from before, Yu Feicheng still recognized her as his mother through the smell.

Immediately, he relaxed and lay flat on the hospital bed.

On the other side, Qiao Lianlian also heaved a sigh of relief.

She just replaced the bloated and complicated red clothes with thermal underwear and a white coat, and put on a surgical cap, goggles and a mask.

The brat didn't recognize her?Still want to do something to her?
Qiao Lianlian felt a little resentful in his heart, and he became heavier when he started.

She first cut open the gauze on Yu Feicheng's wound, washed off the original sore medicine with hydrogen peroxide, and then pressed him twice.

Even with Yu Feicheng's deep temperament, he gasped in pain, "Hiss, mother, it hurts."

"Just know it hurts." Qiao Lianlian made a vague voice from behind the mask, "Let's see if you dare to use your own body as bait next time."

Even if the sword was not smeared with poison, such a wound would take a long time to heal under the outdated medical facilities of the Dayu Dynasty.

The angrier Qiao Lianlian was, the more distressed he became, and the more distressed he became, the angrier he became, the less cautious he started.

Only when it hurts can we have a long memory.

She changed out of latex gloves, took out a sterilized needle and catgut, and compared it to Yu Feicheng's wound, as if she was going to sew fabric with a needle and thread.

Yu Feicheng has been emperor for half a year and has experienced many ups and downs, but he has never seen such a situation.

There is no one who sews human skin as cloth.

If he had to change someone, he would definitely jump up immediately and kick that person away.

But now that his mother was doing it, no matter how confused and frightened Yu Feicheng was, he could only press down tightly, lying flat on the bed, motionless.

Qiao Lian glanced at him trying to pretend to be calm and his trembling feet, so he couldn't help laughing.

"You child, if you are afraid, you are afraid, and if you don't understand, you don't understand. There is nothing to cover up." She compared the length, threaded the needle and thread, and picked up a needle again, "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt."

Yu Feicheng's lips trembled, and just as he was about to ask out the doubts in his heart, he felt a pain in his abdomen, as if something had penetrated into his skin, numb and itchy, making him want to reach out and scratch.

But before he raised his arm, the feeling disappeared again.

Qiao Lian straightened up, put the needle aside, looked at him with a smile, and said nothing.

It is quite interesting to think about treating an ancient person with modern technology.

"How is it, Cheng'er?" the wicked mother asked deliberately.

Yu Feicheng pursed his lips, and his expression gradually became serious. He opened his mouth with an imperceptible panic, "Mother...I...my wound doesn't seem to hurt anymore, I don't seem to feel it."

In the consciousness of the people of the Dayu Dynasty, the poisonous ones are often painless, and the non-poisonous ones are painful.

The poor new emperor thought that his poison had been released early and he was about to die, so he frowned so much that he could kill two flies.

He just promised his mother to live a good life, but in the end, he was about to die in a blink of an eye.

Yu Feicheng felt sad from the bottom of his heart.

He has a stubborn personality and rarely sheds tears, but at this moment, a layer of crystallization appeared in his eyes, "Mother... Am I... I still broke my promise to you."

Qiao Lianlian was almost amused, "You child, what are you talking about, I gave you anesthesia, you can only sew up your wound now that it doesn't hurt, otherwise you will die of pain if you sew it up."

Yu Feicheng paused for a moment, "Is it Mafeisan?"

Mafeisan is said to be an anesthetic for surgical operations created by Hua Tuo. "History of the Later Han Dynasty Hua Tuo Biography" contains: "If the hair is knotted in the body, and the acupuncture and medicine can't reach it, it is ordered to drink Mabosan with wine first. After being drunk, I don't feel it, because the abdomen and back are cut and accumulated. "

However, the formula of Mafeisan was lost decades ago. The late emperor spent a lot of manpower and material resources to search for it, but it was always in vain.

Now, you actually saw her at my mother's place?
Yu Feicheng frowned loosely, and his eyes shone with joy.

The efficacy of Mabosan is clearly written, and it can make people lose consciousness when treating large-scale disease wounds. If the original prescription is found, will the soldiers not have to live and die in the treatment of diseases, and let the fractured people be in the bone? You don't have to remove Half-Life.

If the original recipe can be found, it will be the blessing of Dayu and the common people.

Qiao Lianlian understood the light in Yu Feicheng's eyes, and her heart paused, "It's not that Ma Feisan, and there's no way to spread it widely, so I can only use it for you."

The light in Yu Feicheng's eyes suddenly went out.

Qiao couldn't bear it again and again, and comforted him, "In the future, there will always be new things to replace the old ones. With the progress of human beings, the world will always be different."

"It's different..." Yu Feicheng hesitated, "Is it changed, is it like this here?"

He looked around, white walls, glowing iron doors, machines of various shapes, and all kinds of slender objects that he had never seen before.

"That's right, and it's not." Qiao smiled again and again, "The times are advancing, and human beings are also growing. No one knows what they will look like. Maybe it will be the same as here, maybe even stronger and more advanced than here. "

Yu Feicheng didn't understand the previous part, but he understood the latter part.

Dayu is a little behind.

Compared with herding horses, it is behind Dayuan.

Compared with weapons, it lags behind Japan.

Perhaps, Dayu could improve a little bit and become stronger.

After the two girls said a few words, the anesthesia took effect.

Qiao repeatedly told Yu Feicheng to lie down, put on sterile gloves, took out the needle and thread from the sterile box, and sewed thread on Yu Feicheng's belly carefully and earnestly.

At first, Yu Feicheng was still able to stare at the surroundings in novelty, but as sleepiness gradually surged, he tilted his head and fell asleep.

When he woke up again, his wound had been bandaged and his body was covered with a thin soft blanket.

(End of this chapter)