Chapter 487

Consequently, Wang An felt the deer's neck again to find the blood vessel and inserted the needle once more.

This time, Wang An only inserted the needle less than a centimeter, feeling it was just right. Although the deer was still struggling, its strength was clearly much less.

It could be seen that the deer probably wasn't in much pain.

Then, just as Wang An was about to pull the plunger, he discovered awkwardly that the needle had already detached from the deer's neck.

That is to say, this needle was wasted again! Wang An first looked at the syringe in a daze, then said very shamelessly: "Is there something wrong with this syringe? I'll have to ask my friend someday. This thing is so expensive, what kind of junk did I buy?"

Hearing this, Wang Dazhu's facial features were clearly distorted, and the corners of his mouth twitched several times. Finally, he couldn't help but say:

"When you're incompetent, you have to say you're incompetent, but you're blaming the syringe here. You really are like a donkey that doesn't work well and blames the axle."

Wang An didn't argue back, mainly because he didn't dare, so he said with a grin: "Dad, why don't you do it? I feel like if I try another needle, it'll probably be the same."

Wang Dazhu said irritably:

"You useless thing, if I knew how to use this thing, I would have done it long ago; would I still need you?"

Wang An was stunned for a moment, not expecting that his father, who knew how to do basically everything, wouldn't know how to use a syringe.

But thinking about it, he felt relieved, because the syringes of this era were truly rare items; wanting to see one was a very difficult thing.

Actually, there weren't many times when syringes were used in this era; not only were there few times when syringes were used, but even taking medicine was rare.

Although there was indeed a shortage of medicine in this era, the fundamental reason for taking less medicine had nothing to do with this.

Because in the countryside, the rule was to ignore colds, endure minor illnesses, fight through major illnesses, and wait for death for incurable diseases!

And the reason for this was only one: no money! So, Wang Dazhu not knowing how to use a syringe was completely normal; there was absolutely nothing wrong with it.

Thinking of this, Wang An said to Wang Dazhu: "Dad, if I say I don't know how to use this thing either, would you believe me?"

To tell the truth, Wang An really didn't know how.

A syringe is a simple thing. If it's for an injection, regardless of whether it's good or bad, an average person can do it after watching it once.

But using a syringe to draw blood is completely different.

To tell the truth, drawing blood is something that really has some technical content.

No matter how thick a blood vessel is, how thick can it be? But the needles of this era were really not thin.

The key is that if you use too much or too little force, it won't work; it must be just right. Wang An had never done this work, so it was no problem that he didn't know how.

Hearing Wang An's words, Wang Dazhu was stunned for a moment and subconsciously said:

"I see that in our village, those families with deer just made a tube out of tin, inserted it directly, and drew blood from the deer. You, on the other hand, have such good equipment, but it turns out you don't know how to use it?"

Wang An smiled and said: "Then you, as my father, don't know how either, right?"

Wang Dazhu rolled his eyes at Wang An and said:

"Who said I don't know how? I just haven't used a syringe."

Hearing this, Wang An's eyes lit up, and he pulled the needle off the syringe and said with a smile:

"Dad, here you go. This thing is better than a tin tube anyway. I'll hold the deer, and you draw its blood."

Hearing this, Wang Dazhu took the needle and said unhappily:

"You say, if you had said so earlier, both deer would have been finished by now. You really delayed things."

Wang An smiled and didn't respond, then hugged the deer in the same posture Wang Dazhu had used before. After Wang Dazhu took the needle, he also used his fingers to feel for the position and then gently inserted the needle.

Only then did Wang Dazhu say to Wang An:

"Make sure to hold it tight, don't let the deer move, otherwise you'll have to prick it again."

Hearing this, Wang An increased his strength in hugging the deer by a few points.

And this doe might have understood Wang Dazhu's words, as it stood there honestly without moving at all.

When Wang Dazhu's thumb left the connection between the needle and the syringe, deer blood squirted out, and Wang Dazhu picked up the canned food jar and started catching it against the needle.

It must be said that when an old general takes the field, one is truly worth two! Drawing deer blood is not a job that can be done quickly, so the father and son just maintained that posture, quietly watching the deer blood flow out.

The waiting time was extremely boring, and Wang An couldn't help but say to Wang Dazhu:

"Dad, do you think this needle is a bit too thin? This is too slow."

Wang Dazhu looked at the blood flow as thick as a needle and frowned, saying:

"Too fast won't work either, the deer definitely can't stand it. I see them drawing blood from deer, and it's not very fast either."

Wang An nodded and replied: "Mm, that's also the case. We can't cause any harm to the deer just for some deer blood."

Wang Dazhu nodded and didn't speak again.

The father and son became quiet again.

A few minutes later, Wang Dazhu remembered that Wang An hadn't told him about those horses, so he asked Wang An:

"What's going on with those horses? Where did you steal them from again?"

It must be said that no one knows a son like a father; Wang Dazhu really understood Wang An thoroughly and didn't think at all that Wang An would buy horses.

Wang An joked with a smile: "It's just that I had too much money and nowhere to spend it. I saw these three horses were quite good, so I bought them. They weren't expensive at all; the three horses only cost 1,000 yuan."

Wang Dazhu said irritably:

"Speak properly, do you want me to tighten your skin again?"

How could Wang An be afraid of this threat? So Wang An immediately put away his smile and said somewhat dejectedly: "Look at you, you're at this age, why don't you know how to take a joke?"

Wang Dazhu glanced at Wang An sideways and said:

"I'm your father, why would I joke with you? Speak quickly."

Now Wang An immediately became honest, and then Wang An picked the main points and briefly described the whole thing.

After listening, Wang Dazhu didn't ask in detail about Wang An being beaten and killing people; after all, it had already been mostly resolved.

Moreover, Wang Dazhu might have been used to such things as killing people and destroying bodies, knowing that asking was useless.

After a while, Wang Dazhu subconsciously said: "You did this part quite well. These friends of yours, like Wu Dong and Xiao Ya, are truly people with great ability! You must try your best to maintain this relationship, and don't lose it."

Wang An said directly: "It was just a matter of circumstances that led to this, otherwise how would they know who I am?"

Wang Dazhu nodded and said: "Mm, exactly, otherwise why would I say you have good fate."

Wang An didn't respond, mainly because Wang An believed that this matter actually had nothing to do with "good fate."

(End of chapter)