"Xiao Lin, why don't you take action quickly!"
The director's voice sounded from behind. As he spoke, he pushed Nan Yan forward, and then immediately gave instructions: "You, hurry up and prepare the things for suturing. Xiao Lin, if you need anything else, hurry up." Let’s talk about it together!”
Nan Yan responded immediately. When she came to her senses, she immediately began to check the things she needed to prepare for the operation.
Because she couldn't see the patient's face clearly, she could only confirm that the person who cut her wrists was a female patient.
Although there was some doubt in his heart, in order not to reveal his identity, Nan Yan still took the time to order: "First carry the patient to the bed, remember, the light must be bright!"
As she spoke, she began to disinfect and put on gloves.
Here, the director and the nurse lifted the patient onto the bed, and soon they put her wrists on the table aside.
She lowered her eyelashes and first used a light to check the patient's pupil reaction, then checked her pulse, and then flushed the wound with hydrogen peroxide. Only then did she realize that the patient's wound was very deep and had damaged the tendon.
Nan Yan was surprised.
Because, as patients in a mental hospital, they simply can't find such a sharp thing, let alone how to cut it?
When Nan Yan saw this, she immediately turned around and asked, "What did she use to cut it?"
"Spoon, spoon..." The nurse felt guilty and looked at the spoon that had been broken in half on the ground.
Nan Yan took a look, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
Because, it was actually a very ordinary porcelain spoon, but the head of the spoon had been carefully ground again and again. It looked like it had been prepared for a long time.
Nan Yan felt even more uncomfortable.
Because, just when she came in, she saw that there were no sharp things around.
Even the toilet has been replaced with a soft-covered one.
Moreover, as mental patients, it is difficult for them to control their behavior, so whether it is food, clothing or clothing, the hospital will be extra careful.
However, even in this situation, she kept trying to commit suicide.
Even the director was shocked and asked what method she used.
Thinking of this, Nan Yan was a little confused.
Because just looking at the sharpness of this spoon, it shouldn't be able to cut such a deep wound!
Puzzled, she lowered her head to examine the patient's wound again.
It didn't matter at this glance, Nan Yan discovered that many of the wounds had been cut many times.
A dull knife cuts flesh.
How much determination does it take to seek death so decisively?
Nan Yan was shocked, but the patient had lost too much blood at this time, and she had no time to think about it, so she could only take the lead in treating the wound.
Treated layer by layer, fortunately, although the patient's wound was deep, it was discovered in time and no further damage was caused.
Nan Yan carefully reconnected her blood vessels and sewed the muscles and skin back together layer by layer.
By the time it was almost done, it was already three hours later.
She spent almost all her energy on treating the wound, so much so that she didn't even look at the patient's face carefully.
The director finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her finishing the last stitch.
"Xiao Lin, you are simply amazing!"
The director patted her shoulder happily, and then asked someone to hang water on the patient.
But because the patient was so thin, the nurse couldn't find the blood vessel.
Nan Yan sighed helplessly. As a doctor's instinct, she still raised her hand and said, "I'll do it!"
As she spoke, she took the needle and after examining it carefully, she finally hit the nail on the head.
For a moment, even the nurse on one side widened his eyes.
"Xiao Lin, you are really amazing! Is this okay?"
The tone of admiration attracted the directors on the side.
Seeing this, Nan Yan suddenly became nervous. She hesitated and said: "I... When I was in school, this was the only thing I was good at. It was just a small skill..."
"I'm afraid it's not a small trick, is it? Your technique is really amazing."
The director's voice suddenly sounded a little gloomy.
Nan Yan was shocked. She turned her head and saw the director holding the patient's wrist and looking at it. As if he felt her gaze, he also raised his head.
Those small eyes looked like poisonous snakes, filled with deep suspicion.
Nan Yan was frightened by this look.
She swallowed subconsciously, but still pretended to be innocent and said: "What's wrong, director, is there something I didn't do well?"
The director slowly put down the patient's hand and said coldly: "Xiao Lin, I remember that injections are something that only nurses need to learn, right? As a nursing student, how do you know how to do surgery? This suturing technique, and The injection technique is also very skillful!"
Although he is also a dabbler, it is absolutely impossible for him to not be able to distinguish this clearly.
Hearing this, Nan Yan suddenly had a cold sweat running down his spine.
She tightened her hands unconsciously, but she still slowly made an excuse: "I... I actually studied very complex subjects. I wanted to study surgery at the time, but later because I didn't pass the exam, I... started studying again. Nursing, director, are you looking up to me too much?"
After Nan Yan said these words anxiously, his whole body tensed up nervously.
The director seemed to be considering the authenticity of this statement, and when he was about to speak again, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
He only glanced at it and then his expression changed.
He quickly took his cell phone and walked outside.
Nan Yan breathed a sigh of relief and lowered her eyelashes, just in time to see the infusion procedure that she had not yet completed.
She pulled off a piece of tape from one side and fixed the infusion tube, but suddenly she discovered that the female patient had a small red mole on her thumb.
The red mole has a very strange shape, like a small red heart.
Nan Yan was suddenly shocked and her eyes widened in disbelief.
Her whole body instantly became cold, as if there was a hole in her body and all the warmth was taken away in an instant.
Because this is the red mole on her mother’s hand!
Nan Yan's figure swayed, and he immediately raised his head, reaching out to push the messy hair away from the patient's face.
Sure enough, although the woman's bony face was so thin that her original appearance could not be clearly seen, as long as she looked carefully, she could still find the original traces on her face!
Mother!
Real mother!
There was a "bang" in Nan Yan's head, and his whole body could not stop shaking.
She touched her mother's almost unrecognizable face with trembling fingers, and her heart hurt as if it had been pierced thousands of times.
Therefore, the person she just rescued was her mother!
Nan Yan's eyes turned red almost instantly, and she choked with sobs. Her throat seemed to be blocked by a chestnut, and the stabbing pain made her almost lose her voice for a short time.
Mommy mommy……!
Nan Yan couldn't help but think silently in her heart. When her fingers touched the woman's almost cold forehead, her heart was as sharp as a knife.
