The annual "Spring Festival" is in progress, and Jinhai Railway Station is crowded with all kinds of people.
Li Xiangyi, a senior at Jinhai Medical University, stood at the gate of Jinhai Railway Station with a large backpack on his back and took a look at the train ticket from Jinhai to Lingdong.
"There is still more than an hour left. How many people there are!"
Then he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, put one of them to his mouth, and took out the Zippo lighter he had used for four years from another pocket.
He took a puff at the doctor's cigarette and wondered what delicious food his mother was cooking at home, and which bottle of wine his father would open for him!
At the thought of this, Li Xiangyi's face involuntarily laughed.
"It's no use thinking too much. Go home first!"
Li Xiangyi threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray on the nearby dustbin and lifted the big schoolbag twice.
When Li Xiangyi was about to leave, there was a sudden uproar not far from him!
All kinds of voices mixed together, Xiang Yi vaguely heard a few words.
"Killed!"
"Catch the thief!"
"Help!"
Xiang Yi unconsciously trotted over. At this time, more and more people gathered around him. He pushed his body in and rubbed against him.
I saw a man lying on the ground about forty or fifty years old, with his hands tightly covering his stomach. The blood had soaked the old man's coat, and ran out along the seam of the man's hands. The pool of blood on the ground was getting bigger and bigger!
At this time, there were more and more onlookers, but no one came to help, including Li Xiangyi.
After all, this is a matter of life and death. Every time Xiang Yi goes away, his father will say this to him.
"It's better to do less than more outside!"
Li Xiangyi frowned at the scene in front of him, and hesitated. According to the old saying, "saving a life is better than building a seven level pagoda".
But in recent years, the news Li Xiangyi has seen on the Internet is basically that some people who do good deeds will end up with a bad ending!
Seeing the blood pool on the ground getting bigger and bigger, he gritted his teeth to the doctor and reached out to pull away the people crowded in front of him.
When people in front of Xiang Yi were pulled by this, they all looked at him angrily, and one of them shouted:
"What kind of crowd? Can't you look at it in the back?"
Xiang Yi ignored him and squeezed in little by little with his brute strength.
After squeezing in, Xiang Yi knelt directly in the blood pool beside the old man, regardless of the surprised eyes of the people around him.
Seeing the blood flowing out constantly, Xiang threw the big backpack behind him to the side of the doctor, and hurriedly stretched out two hands to pull the old man's hands tightly covering the wound.
But the old man struggled to hold his hands without any looseness, which made Xiang Yi pull hard.
Xiang Yi hurriedly shouted at the old man who was constantly moaning:
"Release your hands! It's no use holding them like this!"
But the old man could not go in and talk to the doctor now, and still held tightly!
People around also chattered:
"You young man, people will die if they don't cover their wounds!"
"This man is emotionally harmful!"
However, Xiang Yi knew that people were wearing thick cotton padded clothes in this winter. It was useless for the old man to cover the wound through his clothes. He would only press the wound and continue to bleed outside.
The blood pool on the ground is getting bigger and bigger, and the people on the inside of the crowd are starting to move out like mad dogs, lest the blood touch their shoes, while the people on the outside are still pushing inside!
Xiang Yi also talked to the old man on the ground again, and he tried his best to break off the hand that was on the wound!
Then Xiang Yi found the zipper of the blood soaked cotton padded clothes, and pulled the sweater inside to the top.
The wound finally appeared in front of Xiang Yi's eyes. He frowned and looked at it. The wound was about as long as his middle finger. It seemed that the dagger moved after it was stabbed in.
Doctor Xiang didn't dare to be silly. He opened the big backpack beside him and took out the gauze that was not used up in the school experiment.
Doctor Xiang made the gauze into a ball and put it into the knife edge. Then he pressed his hands tightly on the gauze. The blood finally didn't flow like a small tap just now.
When people around saw that the blood was not flowing, they were quiet for a while.
Just when Xiang Yi thought he could relax, blood suddenly ran down his fingers.
Xiang Yi hurriedly released his hand and looked carefully. The gauze, which was white just now, had become a mass of bright red slime.
Xiang realized that the wound was too big, and there was no way to stop the blood with gauze alone.
Seeing that the blood began to flow out again, the onlookers immediately felt like frying pan.
"I said, young man, if you can't, don't pretend, don't kill people!"
"Now this young man is reckless!"
"It seems that the child can't run away! Alas!"
An onlooker's aunt put her arm around and touched the boy beside her, saying:
"Son, please don't follow this man when you go out. He is just a fool. He has nothing to do with himself!"
All kinds of chirping sounds are like ants crawling to the doctor!
"Can you shut your fucking mouth? If you can help me, please shut up!"
Xiang Yi raised his head and roared around, and the onlookers became quiet for an instant.
Seeing that the wound was still bleeding, Xiang Yi didn't pay any more attention to those who were standing and talking without backache. He turned around and took out an iron box from his backpack.
This iron box is a souvenir given by Jinhai Medical University to excellent interns. It is a complete set of surgical suture assembly tools, with six characters "Jinhai Medical University" written on it.
Xiang Yi wanted to take it back as a souvenir for his parents, but now he doesn't care about it.
Xiang took out the Zippo lighter just for cigarette lighting from his pocket, opened the fire and put it aside, then took out the forceps from the iron box and slowly took out the gauze soaked with blood.
"It seems that we can't do without sewing!"
As soon as he did, Xiang Yi took a needle holder from the iron box with his left hand and took out a curved needle, that is, a suture needle, which passed over the flame for several times.
Use the right hand to clamp out a long surgical silk thread.
Xiang Yi climbed on the wound and sewed it up at a very fast speed. In less than three minutes, the wound was firmly tied with silk thread.
When the doctor was placing a new gauze on the wound, he suddenly felt that someone was stabbing himself in the back with a stick like thing, and his anger erupted in his heart. Turning his head, he roared:
"Fucking sick! Don't poke me!"
