With the strong support of Su Dingfang who arrived later, the stove was quickly set up. A group of idle and ungrateful soldiers were transferred here. Those who burned the fire, those who chopped firewood, and those who chopped firewood. When the water boiled, they all gathered outside the medical officer's residence to watch the fun.

The imperial physicians were so kind that they covered more than twenty butts with boiled cloth, only one of which was exposed for teaching for Li Hao.

Feng Qiang lay on the ground in pain and happiness, his dark face was red and purple.

It was not that he had been beaten by military sticks, but at that time there were only two medical officials in the camp, and they were disdainful of such minor injuries. At most, they could just throw away some medicine and ask him to go back and apply it himself.

At that time, Feng Qiang always complained, saying that medical officials were irresponsible and dereliction of duty.

Now, he would rather the two medical officers give him only a little medicine, or even not to give it medicine. Anyway, it would be better than being surrounded by more than a dozen men and looking at the place.

"Cough cough" a cough sound came, and then Li Hao's devilish voice sounded in Feng Qiang's ears: "Look, the lacerations hit by a stick like this are a typical trauma. The treatment method is first to debride. Note that debridement does not mean rinsing with water. We must use a clean sterilized bandage to wipe all the blood on the wound, then carefully observe the injured area, find out the foreign object, and take it out.

The next thing to do is to disinfect with alcohol, that is, to clean the injured area with a cloth soaked in alcohol, and then decide whether it needs to be sewn depending on the situation. Xiao Jin, depending on how you are eager to try, it is better to make a look for a few classmates first."

Li Hao's last sentence was obviously said to Doctor Jin. Putting aside the harsh "Xiao Jin", he really looks like a responsible gentleman.

However, Doctor Jin had long been attracted by the magical debridement and suture technique, and he didn't care at all. When he heard that he tried it first, he was amused by the smile, grabbed the strip of cloth that had been cooked and cooled, and then slapped it on.

Feng Qiang was lying on the verge of the body, and then his eyes bulged: "Ao..."

This old man is so shady. Li Hao sighed, showing an unbearable expression, turned his head to look at the door: "Several people come, press him."

The sound fell, and seven or eight people rushed into the door, laughing and joking, and two generals Feng Qiang were fixed.

Feng Qiang was immediately moved to tears and said excitedly: "You bastards, I will kill you when I get better."

Seeing that they were making a big fuss, the medical officer scolded coldly: "Be honest, you are quite a big man, and you are afraid of pain. Master is asking if you don't know if you don't brush out all the thorns in your wound. Do you want to wait for your butt to be rotten!"

Li Hao squatted in front of Feng Qiang, held a piece of sackcloth in his hand and handed it to his mouth and said in a harmonious voice: "Bit it a little bite. It hurts a lot more than this when washing the wound with alcohol in a while."

Feng Qiang: "..."

Are you a devil? Please be a person!

Feng Qiang, who was so painful that he looked at Li Hao's harmless face, seemed to understand something, but he understood too late.

The feeling of brushing the white folds with alcohol on the wound made him realize what it means to not have the most pain, only to be even more painful. At some point, Feng Qiang felt that the shit was almost impossible to hold it.

...

...

I don’t know how long it took, when Feng Qiang could no longer feel his butt, Doctor Jin finally stopped his work and stood up and said, “Okay, mentor, do you think this is done to clean up?”

Looking at the white wound that had been brushed, Li Hao nodded: "No, it's cleaned up very clean."

It was finally over. Feng Qiang, who was pressed tightly, clenched his fists excitedly, raised his head and stared at the two guys who pressed his arms: "Have you heard that, the lieutenant has agreed, let go of me quickly."

But Feng Qiang was obviously a little too happy. Just as his bad friends were about to let go, Doctor Jin spoke again: "Wait a moment, that, mentor, do you see if this needs to be sewn?"

Seam, sew?!

All the people in the room except Li Hao and a few imperial physicians were stunned.

Feng Qiang's originally dark face instantly pale, and he could no longer care about face. He cried out in his throat: "Prince, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong. From now on, you will be my real father and my grandfather. You can't sew your butt, really can't sew it. How can you shit after sew it after it."

I am in charge of the world and the world, do I still care about you shit and fart?

Li Hao rolled his eyes when he was disgusted. He had to see that the wound that did not need to be sewn was stitched, so he nodded to Dr. Jin and said, "I think it's OK, let's sew it for him."

"Uh..." Seeing that pleading was useless, Feng Qiang finally collapsed, and he was shocked to death when he rolled his eyes.

The soldiers who were pressing Feng Qiang were determined to plead for him, but they knew that they could not help but look at Su Dingfang.

Su Dingfang also knew that he might be killed if he didn't come forward, so he coughed and said, "Dejian, in my opinion, this kid Feng Qiang has been taught a lesson. This is not a big deal... don't let it be cut?"

Li Hao frowned and said, "How can I not sew it?"

Seeing that Li Hao did not listen to his advice, Su Dingfang couldn't help but speak louder: "Dejian, killing people is just a lie. Feng Qiang has offended you, but you won't use this method to suffocate him to death, right?"

"Suffer him to death? Brother Dingfang, what did you say! I asked Xiao Jin to sew both sides of his wound together with thread, so that the wound healing speed can be accelerated. What does it have to do with whether he is suffocating to death?"

"Ah?! You don't want it..." Su Dingfang found that he seemed to have really misunderstood Li Hao, and quickly smiled awkwardly: "Uh... that, you continue, continue, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Li Hao curled his lips and said to the clumsy doctor Jin who was holding the embroidery needle: "Xiao Jin, you sew it, be careful to find a good location, and do not cause secondary lacerations."

"I understand." Old man Jin moved quickly. As he agreed, the needle in his hand had already poked up.

After seeing that the imperial doctor just pulled the flesh on both sides of the wound together and sewed it together, those friends of Feng Qiang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. If they had known this was the case, they would just sew it. If they could embroider the flowers, they would be happy to hear it.

In less than half an hour, Li Hao became famous.

When Li Dejian mentioned Li Dejian, the people from the left-leading guards and the others were silent. Everyone knew that this new commander was a guy who was extremely cruel and liked to sew people's butts.

Under the rumor, Ningra King of Hell and Mora Commander began to spread among the left-leading guards, and gradually became well known to everyone.

Unfortunately, they didn't know that all this was just the beginning of a nightmare, and there was a more tragic fate waiting for them in the future.
Chapter completed!