Hu Xiaotian tossed the excised intestine into the copper basin and had Zhou Wenju take it away. Then he used the suction device to remove the contents from the cut ends, wiped them clean with gauze, disinfected the intestinal mucosa at the ends, and finally sutured the two sections together with an end-to-end anastomosis.
Hu Xiaotian worked cleanly and efficiently, every movement orderly. Watching his hands flow like drifting clouds and running water was a pleasure in itself.
After completing the intestinal anastomosis, Hu Xiaotian treated the sword wound Murong Feiyan had inflicted, debriding and suturing it before finally closing the patient's abdomen. Along the way, he guided Zhou Wenju through stitching the patient's abdominal skin. Once everything was finished, he told Zhou Wenju to go out and rest, saying there was one final step he needed to perform himself.
Zhou Wenju assumed Hu Xiaotian must have some secret technique he did not want him to see. That was understandable enough. What doctor did not keep a trick or two up his sleeve in front of outsiders?
In fact, Hu Xiaotian had something else in mind. After Zhou Wenju left, he lifted the fenestrated sheet and looked at the rapist's ****, letting out a snort of laughter. With equipment like that, you still dared to go plucking flowers? I may have saved your life, but if I simply let you walk away, who knows how many respectable women you'll ruin? You need a lesson you'll never forget. Better yet, I should make sure you can never do evil again.
The quickest, cleanest method would have been to cut off the bastard's manhood with a single stroke, but that would be far too obvious, and he would have no way to explain it to the others. Hu Xiaotian would never use