Chapter 195 Scraping the Meat

This bowl of soup medicine was drank. Shen Ping was originally just burning and could not be removed, but it could be better, but half an hour, Shen Ping had burned his forehead, obviously more burned.

But Duan Rong seemed to have expected it. He stayed next to Shenping's bed and kept changing the acupuncture point of applying needles.

And every half an hour, give Shen Ping and feed a bowl of water.

In this way, in the middle of the night, Shen Ping's high fever rose, and under the needle of Duan Rong, Shen Ping had almost no coma and kept a sober state.

In the middle, Shen Ping's high fever faded down, and he even raised his eyelids and glanced at Duan Rong, who was tie his needle, but he was too weak, his eyes had been lost, and he didn't see it.

After tossing in the middle of the night, the medicine finally passed, and Shen Ping's body temperature was no longer like a roller coaster, and he retreated.

Duan Rong gave him a few sleeping points, and Shen Ping finally fell asleep.

Duan Rong had tossed all night, and he had already been sleepy, but the bed was sleeping for Shen Ping. He could only sleep with a bedding.

Duan Rong couldn't make up for two or three hours of consciousness. He got up early in the morning. He put the bedding and put it on the bedside. After looking at Shen Ping, Shen Ping's face was obviously much better than yesterday.

Today's body temperature is still a bit warm, but it is much lower than yesterday. Duan Rong was given to Shen Ping, and the number pulse was quite weak, but Duan Rong knew that at this time, it was temporarily temporarily caused by the impact of strong medicinal effects last night.

Duan Rong realized that the bowl of old ginseng soup brought by Hu Huanhuan yesterday was also put on several cases. Duan Rong blended with warm water and poured it down to Shen Ping.

Yesterday could not be supplemented. It was Shen Ping's body. It was hot, and the fire was not dispersed, but last night he had been washed up by strong medicinal effects last night. It was when it was pumped and supplemented.

In the morning, Xiao Zongting came over again. Seeing Shen Ping's condition, it seemed that it improved better than yesterday. Xiao Zongting suddenly praised Gu Su Xiu's medical skills.

Duan Rong was listening, but just touched his nose.

When Xiao Zongting left, he told Duan Rong, saying: "The shopkeeper's job gave me the work of the middle of the year. I am so busy in the past two days. Shen Ping is my old consciousness, and you take care of me. "

"Xiao Lao, you can rest assured. You rarely entrust me to me, I will do my best." Duan Rong said sincerely.

Xiao Zongting nodded when he heard his words and left.

Duan Rongmu sent Xiao Zongting to leave, but he knew that the work of the mid -year library was done in the past years. But this year Zhou An was killed by Ruan Fengshan with a whip because of the whip of Ruan Jing this year. This work was assigned to Xiao Zongting.

Duan Rong's heart is a little worried. If you want to fish for this work, this is a fat difference, but if you are more true, this is a sin to offend.

With Xiao Zongting's stubborn personality, it is not a good thing to be assigned to him.

Duan Rong was worried about concerns, but he couldn't get started with this kind of thing.

At noon, Hu Huanhuan came over with the food box again.

When she saw Shen Ping like that yesterday, she thought he couldn't be here, but today, at a glance, his face was obviously peaceful. Obviously, his condition improved.

Moreover, he fed Shen Ping's porridge, and most of them drank it. Hu Huanhuan wandered for a long time in front of Shenping's bed.

However, Gu Suxiu did not come to the clinic. It is reasonable that he should come again.

Because, in Gu Suxiu's view, Shen Ping was already in trouble. Therefore, the uniform he prescribed yesterday was used by soothe the calm medicine. It is not so much to cure the disease, it is more appropriate.

In the afternoon, Duan Rong was ready to change the injury to Shen Ping.

But Duan Rong opened the bandage that opened the wound, and then found that there were a few severe ulcers of wounds that had been pus ...

Duan Rong's eyes became embarrassing.

Such a wound is worse than not dealing with it, it is difficult to improve anyway ... Just, if you want to deal with ...

Duan Rong glanced at it worriedly, and he glanced at Shen Ping.

However, he immediately decided that he could not be processed immediately.

Duan Rong immediately picked up a willow leaf knife in his waist.

This flying knife is small and sharp, it is very suitable for operating knives. Duan Rong is preparing to scrape the rotten meat at the wounds of the ulcerated purulence.

However, this process is undoubtedly very painful. He doesn't know, can Shen Ping stand it?

Duan Rong's consciousness was abruptly released. The consciousness penetrated Shen Ping's wound, which was clearer than X -ray scanning. The three -dimensional cut surface of the Shenping wound was presented in front of Duan Rong's eyes.

Duan Rong knife, scraped off the pus rotten meat layer by layer ...

Duan Rong went down, Shen Ping groaned with pain ...

Duan Rong moved two knives again, and the severe pain even awakened Shen Ping. Shen Ping thought that he returned to the cell again.

But he opened his eyes, but saw a strange teenager, scraping his wounds.

Duan Rong glanced at Shen Ping, sweating, and said, "I know it hurts! The wound is rotten, don't scrape it!"

Shen Ping seemed to understand Duan Rong's words, snorted, and closed his eyes, endured silently, no longer struggling ...

Duan Rong finished the wound of Shen Ping's whole body pus. Because of the pain, Shen Ping was still shaking slightly at this time ...

Duan Rong took the medicine again, bandaged the wound, and wiped the sweat of Shen Ping's forehead with a towel.

At night, Duan Rong boiled a second dose of medicine for Shen Ping.

The situation last night was repeated again, but Shen Ping's condition was obviously much better this night. When Duan Rong gave him acupuncture, Shen Ping often opened his eyes and looked at him, but his head was still very dizzy, and his eyes were dull from time to time, obviously a little feverish and confused.

When the effect of the medicine wore off, Duan Rong gave Shen Ping a sleeping needle and let him sleep.

Duan Rong wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes were listless, and he had consumed a lot of energy in the past two days to save Shen Ping.

Duan Rong slept on the floor again for a few hours. When he got up in the morning, he found that Shen Ping's fever had subsided. Duan Rong finally breathed a sigh of relief. The fever had subsided, so there was no big problem.

When Hu Huanhuan came to feed Shen Ping porridge at noon, Shen Ping finally opened his eyes and looked at her. This look made Hu Huanhuan very happy?

However, Shen Ping had a high fever for several times and it had just subsided. His body was still very weak, and he even felt tired when breathing. It took him a long time to swallow a mouthful of porridge. When he opened his eyes to look at Hu Huanhuan, it seemed that he had used up all the remaining strength in his body.

This time, Shen Ping actually drank all the porridge in a small bowl, although it took him more than half an hour to swallow it with difficulty.

When Hu Huanhuan left, he was obviously in a good mood.

Duan Rong said: "Mr. Hu, you can feed him some chicken soup tomorrow. When stewing, add some ginseng slices and angelica."

Hu Huanhuan's eyes lit up when he heard it. This is for nourishing the body. "Is he getting better?"

Duan Rong saw Hu Huanhuan's excitement and smiled: "Not sure. But it shouldn't be a big problem."

Although Duan Rong didn't say it for sure, she saw that everything was going in a good direction. She thought that even if Shen Ping could get better, he would probably have to endure for a while, but she didn't expect that the fever had subsided in just two days.

Hu Huanhuan said, "Thanks to Mr. Duan's careful care, he was able to recover. Mr. Duan, is there anything you want to eat? I'll make it and bring it tomorrow."

Duan Rong said, "The lion's head is good. Why? Are those dishes made by Mr. Hu himself?"

Duan Rong thought they were made by the chef of Huayinglou.

Hu Huanhuan rolled his eyes at Duan Rong and said, "Why? Don't they look like me? I used to have some cooking skills."

Duan Rong smiled and said, "That's not the case. I just didn't expect that Mr. Hu can be so good at both the living room and the kitchen?"

Seeing that Duan Rong was talking nonsense again, Hu Huanhuan snorted and said, "Mr. Duan, Huanhuan will come again tomorrow."

After saying that, he picked up the food box and turned away.

Duan Rong looked at Hu Huanhuan's back. He felt that Shen Ping was not only ugly but also had a broken brain for not wanting such a good woman.