Everyone turned around and saw two thin women who had gone down into the field and were walking towards them.

One of them was carrying a small medicine box. Someone shouted again, "Dr. Song is here! Everyone, please don't block the way, make way, make way quickly!"

"Where is Doctor Song? She couldn't possibly have arrived so quickly..." Before the word "quickly" could be finished, the person hurriedly changed their words and said, "Ah! It really is Doctor Song."

"Why did she come carrying a small medicine box?" The person who spoke was known throughout the brigade as Blind Chen because of his poor eyesight.

The woman standing next to him was his wife, a hunchback. Everyone called her the Hunchback Woman. She reached out and slapped Chen the Blind, saying, "I call you Chen the Blind, and you really are blind."

"The person carrying the small medicine box isn't Dr. Song, it's Xiao Wang, an educated youth. The brigade leader just sent her to call Dr. Song."

The person next to him chimed in, "That's right, Blind Chen, Xiao Wang, the educated youth, and Doctor Song are both good-looking, but they're the same height. How could you get them mixed up?"

"Yeah, yeah, what kind of look is that?"

"And what you said is laughable. She came to treat Boss Song's injuries, and she didn't bring a small medicine box. Did she come empty-handed?"

"Her little first-aid kit is so small, how much can it hold? Did she bring the medicine needed for treating the injuries? We don't want everyone having to go up the mountain to find medicine again!"

"No way!"

"Why not? It's not like she hasn't done this before."

"That's right, you've forgotten about last year's double harvest season, where someone was also injured. That time it happened in a paddy field. When Doctor Song came to the edge of the field and saw the injury, he refused to come down into the field to treat the injured person."

"I remember this. At the time, everyone was at a loss and could only carry the person to the edge of the field. After examining him, Doctor Song said there was no medicine and told everyone to go to the mountain to find some."

“I remember now, there was such a thing.”

"Shut up, all of you!" The captain couldn't stand it anymore and yelled, "No one is allowed to gather here anymore. Old Master Song's wife, stay here."

"Everyone else, get to work! The double harvest is so busy, and you're still slacking off here. If you don't finish your tasks, I'll deduct your work points."

"Captain, please don't! We'll go do the work, just please don't deduct our work points."

"Yes, yes, no, no, we'll get to work and definitely complete the task."

"That's right, that's right, it's not easy for us to earn work points! Please don't deduct them, please don't deduct them." With that, the crowd dispersed and went back to work.

The captain was speechless for a moment.

Wang Muxiang and Song Rumeng both stayed behind; the person lying on the haystack was Uncle Song. As Uncle Song's wife and daughter, they had to stay by his side to watch over him.

"Dr. Song." The captain quickly walked a few steps to greet Song Yueying.

"Hello, Captain!" Song Yueying greeted the captain, then casually added, "Captain, you are my elder, just call me Xiao Song."

It was the original owner's request that others call her Doctor Song. She is not the original owner and doesn't want others to call her Doctor; she doesn't deserve it.

"Okay, I'll call you Xiao Song from now on," the captain readily agreed.

Song Yueying nodded and, as she spoke, approached the injured person.

After everyone dispersed, Song Yueying saw that the injured person was her uncle. Her gaze swept over Wang Muxiang and Song Rumeng, who were standing next to her uncle, before settling on him.

He was sitting on a pile of straw, his face contorted in pain, his hands pressed tightly against his calves. The blood seeping from between his fingers showed that his calf injury was quite severe.

Squatting down in front of Uncle Song, Song Yueying said, "Uncle, take your hand away, let me see your wound."

Uncle Song shook his head and said, "No, I can't take my hand away. If I do, the bleeding will increase."

“Yes, the more your uncle takes his hand away, the more blood he bleeds,” Wang Muxiang accused Song Yueying. “You heartless ingrate, he’s your own uncle!”

"He's your father's older brother. He's injured, and you're still taking so long to get here. Are you trying to harm him on purpose?"

"You want him to bleed to death?"

Song Rumeng also said, "Cousin, you really went too far this time. No matter how good our relationship is, I don't want to speak up for you this time."

"That's a huge accusation," Song Yueying thought with a cold laugh. But Wang Muxiang and Song Rumeng were also ridiculous; instead of urging her to treat Uncle Song's injuries, they started by criticizing her.

Are they really not out of their minds?

Without even glancing at Wang Muxiang and Song Rumeng, Song Yueying's eyes were fixed on her uncle. She asked indifferently, "Uncle, are you sure you don't want to remove your hand?"

"How can I clean your wound, stop the bleeding, and bandage it if you don't remove your hand?"

The three questions in a row left Uncle Song completely bewildered.

The captain was extremely anxious. "That's right! Boss Song, if you don't take your hand away, how can Xiao Song bandage your wound? Are you suggesting we wrap your hand and the wound together?"

"What will you do when your hand and the wound heal together?"

Upon hearing that his hand and the wound would heal together, Uncle Song immediately let go of his hand, gritting his teeth in pain.

Hearing the brigade leader's words, Song Yueying was speechless. Seeing her uncle's actions, she could only think, "Ignorance is truly terrifying."

Upon seeing the wound on Uncle Song's calf, the people standing nearby gasped in shock. The wound was so long; no wonder it bled so much.

"That cut was too brutal." The captain sighed, glancing at Song Yueying, a little worried that the young girl would be frightened by Song Laoda's bleeding wound.

Wang Qianqian turned pale with fright. She was also worried that Song Yueying would be scared if she saw the wound, so she squatted down next to her with a small medicine box in her arms.

Wang Muxiang and Song Rumeng both turned their faces away, not daring to look.

Of the four women, only Song Yueying remained unfazed. She looked at the wound on Uncle Song's calf, which was about ten centimeters long, with the flesh turned outwards and blood constantly oozing from it.

It looks terrifying.

"Captain," Song Yueying didn't immediately touch Uncle Song's wound, but looked up at the captain, "Is there any hot water?"

"Yes, yes." The captain handed his water bottle to Song Yueying. "This is the boiled water I filled this morning. It's still warm because of the hot weather."

"Thank you." Taking the water bottle, Song Yueying opened the lid. The water inside was still warm, just as the brigade leader had said.

Holding the kettle, I poured water onto Uncle Song's wound.

"Ouch! It hurts!" Uncle Song cried out in pain.

The people working nearby were stunned when they heard Uncle Song's screams, and then looked over. Several people even put down their work and came over to watch the commotion.

"Song Yueying, what are you doing?" Wang Muxiang glared at Song Yueying with eyes full of fury, as if she was about to rush over and strangle her at any moment.

If the captain hadn't stopped her, she would have already rushed over.

"Cousin, you...you...how could you..." Song Rumeng could barely speak, tears streaming down her face.

Uncle Song clutched his wound in pain, his forehead covered in cold sweat. He wanted to curse Song Yueying, but he couldn't speak, only able to gasp for breath.

It hurt so much, it really hurt so much.

Seeing him cover his wound with his hand, Song Yueying said, "Just covering the wound won't help. I'll pour you some water, and you can scrub the wound as clean as possible."

Wash...wash the wound? Does the wound even need to be washed? The crowd who had come to watch the commotion were all dumbfounded when they heard Song Yueying's words.

Wang Muxiang and Song Rumeng were also dumbfounded; they had never heard of wounds needing to be washed.

Wang Qianqian, being a sent-down youth, knew more than the villagers. She said, "Dr. Song is right, the wound needs to be cleaned thoroughly before applying medicine."

“My aunt’s wife works as a nurse at the hospital. She told me that no matter what kind of injury it is or how serious it is, the first step in treatment is to clean the wound.”

"Because there is dirt on the wound, bacteria can easily grow, so it must be cleaned before applying medicine. If it is not cleaned properly, it is easy to get infected after applying medicine."

“The wound on my uncle’s calf is so long and deep, it’s very easy for it to get infected if it’s not cleaned properly.”

After saying that, Wang Qianqian urged Uncle Song, "Uncle Song, hurry up and wash your wound! It will be troublesome if the water in the kettle is emptied and your wound is not cleaned properly."

Ignoring the pain, Uncle Song hurriedly rubbed his wound.

People might not believe Song Yueying's words, but everyone believed Wang Qianqian's. Wang Qianqian was a sent-down youth, a city dweller, an intellectual, and knew more than them.

Song Yueying glanced at Wang Qianqian in surprise, thinking to herself, "This girl is a good prospect!"

Actually, she poured water directly onto Uncle Song's wound to rinse it, because she didn't want to touch it.

Seeing that the rinsing was almost complete, Uncle Song's wound had turned pale and the bleeding had slowed down. Song Yueying returned the water bottle to the brigade leader and then took the small first-aid kit from Wang Qianqian.

After rummaging around inside for a while, I finally found a bottle of white powder. I brought it to my nose and smelled it; it was medicine for treating injuries.

She opened the bottle and sprinkled the white powder evenly onto Uncle Song's wound. After putting the bottle back in the small medicine box, Song Yueying took out a needle and a piece of plastic thread.

He asked Wang Qianqian, "Little Wang, a former educated youth, do you know how to sew clothes?"

Wang Qianqian was taken aback. Although she didn't know what Dr. Song meant by asking her if she could sew clothes at this moment, she still nodded and said, "Yes, I can sew clothes."

"Very good." Song Yueying handed the needle and thread in her hand to Wang Qianqian.

"Why...why are you giving me needles and thread?" Wang Qianqian asked, blinking her eyes.

“Naturally, it was to stitch up Uncle Song’s wound,” Song Yueying replied. “His wound was cut too long and too deep; simply applying medicine powder wouldn’t be enough to heal it.”

As soon as she finished speaking, there was another gasp from the people around her.

Upon hearing Song Yueying's words, Wang Qianqian's face turned pale. She hurriedly waved her hands and said, "No, no, I don't know how to stitch up wounds, I really don't."

"It's okay if you don't know how, I'll teach you." Song Yueying looked at Wang Qianqian sincerely and encouraged her, "Don't be afraid, and don't worry about not being able to do it well."

"If you really can't do a good job, it's not too late for me to take over."

Now that things have come to this point, if Wang Qianqian still doesn't understand Song Yueying's meaning, then she's a complete fool. Besides, she's not only not a fool, but also very smart.

Dr. Song is going to teach her medical knowledge so she can become a doctor!

Among the onlookers, some quick-witted ones understood Song Yueying's meaning. Their gazes towards Song Yueying intensified; if... if...

Even more resourceful individuals went straight to Uncle Song and squatted down, saying, "Dr. Song, Little Wang, the educated youth, is too timid to stitch up Uncle Song's wound."

"I'm brave, I'll do it."

After saying that, she looked at Song Yueying expectantly and stretched out her hands, waiting for her to put the needle and thread in her hands.

"No need," Song Yueying refused calmly, not even glancing at her, her gaze still fixed on Wang Qianqian, waiting for her answer.

Several other people volunteered to help Song Yueying, but she refused them all.

"Get out of the way, all of you. The injured person is my father. I'll stitch up his wounds." Song Rumeng lifted the person with the stupid mind and pushed him away forcefully.

She then realized that Song Yueying had asked Wang Qianqian to stitch up her father's wound in order to teach Wang Qianqian medical skills. She wouldn't give up the opportunity to learn medicine to anyone else, no matter what.

At this moment, everyone understood Song Yueying's meaning; she was going to take on a disciple.

Song Yueying was a village doctor, and her taking on apprentices was simply a way of teaching her medical skills. In an instant, everyone began to have their own calculations and schemes.

"You...you..." Uncle Song was in so much pain that when he saw people scrambling to stitch up his wounds, he felt no joy, but instead wanted to curse.

He was in excruciating pain, and these people were still scrambling to stitch up his wounds. What pained him most was that even his own daughter joined in.

They completely disregarded the fact that their father was in excruciating pain.

And then there's this young educated youth, Wang, who neither completely refused nor refused, leaving Song Yueying waiting for him.

The most hateful person is Song Yueying. Why didn't she just stitch him up herself? Why did she have to let someone else do it? And these people even thought they could learn medical skills, scrambling to stitch him up.

They deliberately wanted to make him suffer terribly!

At this moment, Wang Aimin walked over, squatted down in front of Wang Qianqian, and looked at her tenderly. "Qianqian, just tell Dr. Song what you think."

"Don't worry about anything, don't feel burdened, and don't worry about offending anyone. Whatever you choose, I will support you and always be by your side."

After listening to Wang Aimin's words, Wang Qianqian seemed to understand something all at once. She took the needle and thread from Song Yueying's hands and solemnly assured her, "I can do it."

"Okay, let's begin." Without any further ado, Song Yueying moved to the opposite side, letting Wang Qianqian take her place.

Then she said, "Wang Qianqian made the move."

Wang Aimin stood up, his eyes fixed on the two men. One was giving instructions in a calm tone, while the other was carrying out the orders with a tense but utterly serious expression.

The two didn't have the best teamwork, but they were both very serious.

Seeing his wife studying so diligently, Wang Aimin felt an indescribable joy. He knew his wife's dream was to become a doctor, and if not…

Forget about the past. He's happy for his wife now that she has the opportunity to study medicine.

On the ridge of a field not far away, a tall figure stood there, taking in everything.