Chapter 236

Under the opened cellar, there were more than a dozen people of all sizes hiding in the cramped space. A young Chinese nun was warily pointing a small revolver at the entrance.

Only when he saw that it was Sister Xia Lina coming down did he move the firing port of the revolver. Behind the nun followed a tall man. The entrance was so narrow that he had to lower his head and bend over to get in.

"Lin, I met a doctor. He can help check your injuries."

This is a room full of women and children. The only adults are these two nuns, and the remaining 10 or so are children. The oldest is only waist-high, and there are three babies in swaddling clothes.

Before, there was a priest in the church, but after the priest returned to God's arms, they could only hide in the cellar. The young lambs were always just prey, and fortunately they were just children, and this small cellar could still accommodate them.

The only one who could observe the situation and find food from above was Sister Xia Lina, because she was a foreigner. No matter if she encountered street thugs or damn invaders, at least she would not be shot because of her foreign identity.

In this small and stuffy space, Rong Zhou couldn't even straighten up to check the three injured children. They all had external injuries and fevers caused by infections that could not be effectively treated.

In this day and age, wound infection can kill most people. Anti-inflammatory drugs such as sulfa drugs are extremely scarce, and injured people can basically only rely on themselves for good luck.

Rong Zhou uncovered the messy bandages covering the three children's wounds. The conscious child was crying in pain, while the other two, who were unconscious with a high fever, didn't even groan. "Get some clean water and some bandages. These wounds need to be treated again."

Rong Zhou took off his suit jacket. Because it was black, the dirty blood stains on it were not obvious. After taking off the jacket, the blood stains on the shirt could be clearly seen under the candlelight. This was also cleaner than wearing the jacket.

Wash the needle with clean hands, disinfect the needle tip with flame, pick up the tiny silver needle with three fingers, and insert it steadily near the wound. When the internal force is transmitted, pus and blood will come out.

It is too horrifying to allow the wound to heal all at once, and it will consume a lot of one's own internal strength and vitality in the patient's body. It is a good idea to reduce the internal injuries and inflammation of the wound, and recover slightly on the outside to conceal it.

I inserted three or four needles around the wound, and the abscess inside was almost cleaned out. I also cleaned the dirty blood oozing out of the wound, of course without alcohol. After wiping off the water marks, I bandaged it.

Rong Zhou's slender hand covered the bandaged wound, with distinct joints, delicate and fair skin, and neatly trimmed nails.

The little girl, crying in pain and biting her lower lip to endure the pain without making a sound, only felt a coolness coming from the wound covered by the slender palm. The burning pain was no longer so unbearable under the waves of coolness.

Under the dim candlelight, those slender hands seemed to be emitting holy light, soothing the painful wounds.

The little girl's sobbing in pain slowly stopped, and her dirty little face was covered with golden beans.

"Be good and stop crying. The wound will heal soon." Rong Zhou wiped off her golden beans with his fingers. His expression was gentle, sweeping away his previous coldness. He was always very patient with children.

After treating one child's wound, he went on to deal with the other two.

The gentle comfort completely covered up the pain of the wound. The little girl stared blankly at the doctor who had just treated her wound. After a while, he shyly pulled Sister Lin's sleeve.

"Sister Sister, I saw the holy light you mentioned." The little girl leaned over to Sister Lin's ear and whispered, "The master's hand will glow, and then my injury will stop hurting, just like in the story you told me."

Sister Lin didn't say anything, but just touched the little girl's head, taking what the little girl said as a compliment to the doctor.

Sister Xia Lina kept making the sign of the cross on her chest. She was frightened by the silver needle inserted into the flesh. Later, after listening to Sister Lin's explanation, she realized that this was an ancient oriental treatment method.

Every time I see the silver needle piercing into the flesh, I can't help but feel my heart beating fast, and I can only pray to calm my fear.

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The sky was getting light, and the broken church could not withstand the biting north wind.

The kind-hearted doctor stood in the morning light, his thin clothes rustling in the north wind and sticking to his body, making his blue figure even thinner. He looked up with his back to the light and faced the Son of God on the cross.

His handsome face was motionless and expressionless, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking. He seemed completely unaware of the cold north wind.

Sister Lin walked over slowly, breaking the stagnation of time, and spoke somewhat helplessly: "Thank you, sir, for your help. The three children are now stable. Thank you very much, sir."

"No need." Rong Zhou finally withdrew his gaze from the sculpture: "It's just a piece of cake."

"Your little effort saved the lives of three children. We have nothing to repay you with. I saw that the gentleman's clothes were dirty and thin, so I took the initiative to find some clean and thick clothes." Sister Lin pointed to the clothes in her arms.

The clothes were neatly folded, with a bronze cross on the collar.

Sister Lin said with a sad expression, "I hope you don't mind. This belongs to Father John. He is the same height as you. We only have priests' clothes here that you can wear."

"Thank you very much, why would I mind? I've been wanting to change out of these dirty clothes for a long time." Rong Zhou's clothes were already stained with all kinds of blood when he was saving people, and he was more than happy to change into clean clothes.

Rong Zhou walked out from behind the curtain, wearing a black robe that reached his heels, with a row of small vertical buttons on the chest, a wide waist, a black two-leaf belt, and a white stiff collar around his neck. He adjusted his cufflinks, and his straight back looked particularly solemn under the priest's robe.

Sister Lin looked a little dazed. Good looks always give an advantage. A doctor dressed in priest's clothes is like a spokesperson chosen by God to walk on earth. As long as he opens his mouth to speak, it will be like the words of God to bewitch people's hearts.

"I came here to ask if you can still take in children?" Rong Zhou spoke, finally bringing Sister Lin back to her senses. Rong Zhou pointed at the figure wrapped up like a little ball on the bench and said, "That's the child I picked up. Find a place for him."

Sister Lin laughed and cried, "We can barely protect ourselves in this environment. Sister Xia Lina is fine for now, but this isn't a solution. The food is almost gone, and we're at our wit's end."

"However, there's a church in the International Settlement whose priest knows Father John. Sister Xia Lina wants to ask if they can take these children in. If they agree, we'll find a way to send the children there. At least it's safer in the International Settlement than here."

"If the church is willing to take you in, you can take the child with you. I will always protect your safety until you enter the church."