Surgery (Third Update)
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Mu Fan stopped Wang Nuonuo's actions and said firmly:
"Nuonuo, just help me take it off."
"But it's already solidified there; to just peel it off would mean tearing it apart!"
Mu Fan shook his head at Nuonuo's concerned gaze, then suddenly straightened up, grabbed the left back of his suit jacket with his right hand, and pulled hard.
Throat!
With a muffled groan, a searing pain shot through the wound once more, and the blood-soaked suit was finally ripped off completely.
Then the gaping, bloody wound was fully revealed.
Only then did Wang Nuonuo truly see how much damage those three shots had caused to Mu Fan.
Three shots in quick succession created a hole directly below the shoulder, and the powerful kinetic energy from the three bullets ripped and tore apart the hole.
Hot blood gushed out again as he tore open his clothes.
Mu Fan carefully placed the garment aside before swiftly pressing it back onto the wound.
Since leaving the warehouse, Mu Fan has endured such severe injuries without uttering a sound, persevering until now!
Wang Nuonuo bit her lip until it bled, tears welling in her eyes. "Why won't you let me cut it open! Sir, do you know how badly you're injured?! Waaah... I just want you to be alright!"
The actions just now clearly aggravated Mu Fan's injuries, which Nuonuo simply couldn't understand—why didn't she let her cut the clothes open!
"Because these are the clothes you gave me... Heh." Mu Fan tried to force a smile, but the second trauma to his wound was too painful, and the smile was only half revealed before it was suppressed.
He really liked the suit, but he just ruined it himself.
Even though one part of the garment was torn, he still couldn't bear to part with it.
This has special significance for him...
Because this was a gift from Nuonuo, and it was the best piece of clothing he had ever worn.
Even though he can't wear it now, he hopes the garment can be kept here properly.
Upon hearing Mu Fan's words, Nuonuo stared blankly into Mu Fan's sincere eyes, completely frozen in place.
Only then did she realize how important the clothes she had given him were to Mu Fan.
Only then did she understand why Mu Fan had come alone.
Only then did she understand why Mu Fan had fired three shots at her without hesitation.
grown ups...
Nuonuo knelt beside Mu Fan, letting down her guard and bursting into tears without any regard for her image.
"It's alright." Seeing Nuonuo like this, Mu Fan couldn't find any more words to comfort her, and could only say these few words dryly.
Nuonuo's lips were already covered in blood from her own biting, but she was still biting them hard and shaking her head forcefully.
"Nuonuo, every minute and every second is important now. You have to be strong."
"Now, you help me."
Mu Fan reached into the unfolded medical kit and took out a bottle of disinfectant, then gestured for Nuonuo to help him unscrew it.
Wang Nuonuo nodded vigorously while crying, then turned on the disinfectant.
Mu Fan looked down at the injury on his left shoulder, then poured a whole bottle of disinfectant directly onto it.
"Snort!"
A flush of blood rose to his face, but Mu Fan quickly suppressed it, leaving only a muffled groan coming from his nose.
The immense pain was several times worse than being hit by a bullet.
Wang Nuonuo could feel the body she was supporting tremble instantly.
"Then... Nuonuo, please leave for a moment, I need to clean my wound."
This time, the girl did not listen to Mu Fan; she shook her head resolutely.
Seeing Nuonuo's persistence, Mu Fan didn't say anything more. His eyes swept over the surgical kit, and he pulled out a scalpel that gleamed coldly.
Then close your eyes, lean against the shelf, and take a deep breath.
"Mu Fan, for gunshot wound treatment, you need to widen the wound and clean the skin edges. After exposing the wound, remove necrotic and devitalized tissue. Then remove the bullet, stop the bleeding, and suture! These actions must be precise."
A black voice echoed in his ears simultaneously. There were no medical robots here; everything would be relayed by the black voice, Mu Fan would carry it out.
This intelligent life form will not be influenced by any emotional factors until Mu Fan's trauma treatment is completed.
All of Lord Black's rage was firmly sealed within the logical channel, waiting only for Mu Fan to recover before it would become the sharpest weapon in the host's hands.
As he opened his eyes, an invisible aura veiled Mu Fan gaze.
In Wang Nuonuo's view, Mu Fan's demeanor became extremely cold and calm at that moment.
Dark Breath!
My entire mind and body instantly entered a state of absolute calm.
This absoluteness even suppressed the pain of the wound.
Mu Fan calmly picked up the scalpel and plunged it directly into his left shoulder, watching the sharp scalpel slice across the skin at the edge of the bullet wound and disappear into the bloody, mangled wound, before pulling it out instantly.
The sharp scalpel cut right through the bullet hole!
Then Mu Fan flicked his wrist, and the blade embedded in the flesh slashed and gouged.
The remaining flesh and blood that had not been properly cleaned were flung out along with the gleaming scalpel.
Mu Fan calmly cut and cleaned his wounds.
His movements were methodical, precise, and orderly, and his expression remained calm without the slightest fluctuation.
Wang Nuonuo didn't close her eyes or turn her head at all, she didn't even blink once...
All of this is because of her; she wants to remember every single movement Mu Fan makes.
She wants to remember this scene, to remember it for the rest of her life.
In the dim light, a teenager sat on the ground, quietly performing surgery on himself, as if the body he was cutting was not his own.
The girl knelt there, holding a surgical kit and a tray, biting her lip tightly.
"Tweezers."
A fair, delicate hand handed it over. Mu Fan placed the bloodstained scalpel on the tray and then exhaled again.
The positions of the three warheads have been locked; they can be determined more clearly and accurately using mental perception, without the need for sight.
Driven by an unwavering will, the boy suppressed all his negative emotions, lit up the tweezers in his hand, and then swiftly plunged them into his wound once more.
Three afterimages flashed by in succession.
Ding, ding, ding.
Three bloody bullets have appeared in the tray.
"Hemostatic agent."
"Nuonuo, help me thread the needle..."
The girl tried her best to keep her hands from trembling and finally threaded the thread and handed it over.
The long surgical incision was still oozing bright red blood.
Then, without any anesthesia, the needle tip is inserted into the skin and then pulled out!
Thrust in again!
The boy's expression remained calm.
It's like mending the most ordinary piece of clothing.
That calm and composed demeanor was chilling to watch.
Finally, I took the surgical scissors from Nuonuo and cut the sutures.
Looking at the crooked, uneven wound stitched up on my left shoulder.
Mu Fan finally let out a soft breath. "Mission accomplished."
With astonishing willpower and superb physical abilities, Mu Fan completed his own wound cleaning and suturing surgery with one hand without any anesthesia.
Only then did a glimmer of joy shine in Nuonuo's already swollen eyes.
However, only Mu Fan himself knew that this was only the most basic treatment, and he needed more effective treatment.
Moreover, before that, he needed to have a thorough communication with Wang Nuonuo.
Mu Fan raised his eyes, his gaze calmly fixed on the girl before him. "Nuonuo, you must tell me everything that happened tonight in detail."