Back in the 1980s, hiking in the mountains was also a way of life

Chapter 485: Drawing Deer Blood
So Wang An touched the deer's neck again to find the blood vessel and stabbed it again.

This time, Wang An only inserted the needle less than one centimeter, which felt just right. Although the deer was still struggling, its strength was obviously much weaker.

It can be seen that the deer is not in much pain.

Then, just as Wang An was about to pull out the push-pull rod, he discovered with embarrassment that the needle had already fallen out of the deer's neck.

In other words, this injection was in vain!
Wang An first looked at the syringe in a daze, then said shamelessly:
"There's something wrong with this syringe. I'll have to ask my friend one day what this expensive syringe is."

Wang Dazhu's facial features were obviously distorted when he heard this. The corners of his mouth twitched several times, but he couldn't help but say:

"If you want to say someone is dead, you have to blame the syringe. You are such a useless donkey."

Wang An did not argue, mainly because he did not dare to, so he smiled and said:
"Dad, why don't you come here? I feel like if I give you another shot, it'll probably be too much."

Wang Dazhu said unhappily:

"What the hell, if I knew how to use this thing I would have done it long ago, why would I need you?"

Wang An was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that his father, who knew basically everything, couldn't use a syringe.

But thinking about it makes me feel relieved, because syringes in this era are considered rare items, and it is quite difficult to see one.

In fact, syringes are not used very often in this era. Not only are syringes not used very often, but even when taking medicine, it is rarely used.

Although there is indeed a shortage of doctors and medicine in this era, the fundamental reason for the lack of medicine consumption has nothing to do with this.

Because in rural areas, people emphasize ignoring colds, enduring minor illnesses, fighting serious illnesses, and just waiting to die if they have incurable diseases!

There is only one reason for this, and that is lack of money!
So, it is completely normal that Wang Dazhu doesn't know how to use a syringe, and there is nothing wrong with it.

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

To be honest, Wang An really doesn't know how to do it.

The syringe seems simple. If it is used for an injection, no matter whether it is good or bad, most people can do it after watching it once.

But drawing blood with a syringe is a completely different matter.

Whatever I say, drawing blood is something that does require some technical skills.

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

The key is that it won't work if you use too much or too little force, it has to be just right. Wang An has never done this job before, so it's okay if he doesn't know how to do it.

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

"I saw that those families with deer in our village made a rolled iron tube and stuck it directly into the deer to draw blood. You are doing a good job. You don't know how to do it after all this trouble?"

Wang An smiled and said, "Then you, as a father, wouldn't know how to do it, too?"

Wang Dazhu rolled his eyes at Wang An and said:

"Who said I can't? I just haven't used a syringe before."

Wang An's eyes lit up immediately when he heard this. He pulled the needle off the syringe and said with a smile:

"Dad, here you go. This thing is better than a tin pipe. I'll catch the deer and you bleed him."

Upon hearing this, Wang Dazhu took the needle and said unhappily:

"You should have said it earlier. By now you've already released both deer. What a waste of time."

Wang An smiled and said nothing, and hugged the deer in the same way Wang Dazhu had hugged the deer before. Wang Dazhu took the needle, touched the position with his fingers, and then gently inserted the needle.

It was only then that Wang Dazhu said to Wang An:

"Be sure to catch it, don't let the deer move, or you'll have to stab it again."

Upon hearing this, Wang An increased the strength with which he held the deer.

The doe may have understood what Wang Dazhu said, and it just stood there obediently without moving.

When Wang Dazhui's thumb left the connection between the needle and the syringe, the deer blood spurted out. Then Wang Dazhui picked up the can and started to collect it in front of the needle.

I have to say, when the veteran comes out, he is really worth two people!
Collecting deer blood is not a quick job, so the father and son just maintained the same posture, quietly watching the deer blood flow out.

The waiting time was extremely boring. Wang An couldn't help but said to Wang Dazhu:

"Dad, don't you think this needle is a little too thin? This is too slow."

Wang Dazhu looked at the blood that was as thick as a needle and frowned as he said:

"It's not good to go too fast. The deer won't be able to handle it. I saw that they didn't send the deer off very fast during school."

Wang An nodded and replied, "Yeah, that's right. We can't do anything bad to the deer just because of some deer blood."

Wang Dazhu nodded and said nothing more.

The father and son became quiet again.

A few minutes later, Wang Dazhu remembered that Wang An had not yet mentioned the matter of the horses, so he asked Wang An:

"What happened to those horses? Where did they get them?"

It has to be said that no one knows a son better than his father. Wang Dazhu really knows Wang An very well and he never thought that Wang An would buy horses.

Wang An laughed and joked:
"I just have too much money and don't know where to spend it. I thought these three horses were good, so I bought them. They are not expensive at all. I only spent 1 yuan for three horses."

Wang Dazhu said unhappily:

"Speak nicely to me, 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 angrily:
"Look at you, you're already this old, why don't you know how to make trouble?"

Wang Dazhu glanced at Wang An and said:

"I'm your father, why am I making trouble for you? Tell me now."

Now Wang An immediately behaved himself, and then he picked out the key points and gave a brief account of the whole incident.

After listening to this, Wang Dazhu did not ask in detail about Wang An's beating and murder. After all, it had been almost resolved.

Besides, murders and mutilations like this have happened too many times, and Wang Dazhu may have gotten used to it and knows that it is useless to ask.

After a while, Wang Dazhu said subconsciously:
"You have done a good job on this point. Your friends, Wu Dong and Xiao Ya, are truly capable people! You must try your best to keep these relationships with them, and don't lose them."

Wang An said directly: "It's because of things that happened so fast that I ended up like this. Otherwise, how would they know who I am?"

Wang Dazhu nodded and said, "Yeah, that's why you are so lucky."

Wang An did not respond, mainly because Wang An believed that this matter had nothing to do with "good luck".

(End of this chapter)