After he decided to return home, he began to plan for his family.
He was definitely unable to send his family back to China by his own strength, so he later contacted a Chinese righteous man who was hiding abroad and finally entrusted his family to those righteous men.
Commander Xu hurriedly said, "Don't worry, your family is doing well. They all live in Beijing now. Once you recover, you will be able to reunite with them in Beijing soon."
Dr. Cen was relieved and said, "Thank you!"
After a conversation, Dr. Cen felt a little tired. The young soldier brought him some porridge and fed him half a bowl. Then he fell into a deep sleep.
At seven o'clock in the evening, Dr. Cen was still unconscious, but his vital signs were stable. Several doctors came to check on him, and they all looked at Song Yun strangely.
Who would have thought that a patient who had been pronounced to be dying by the hospital would be saved by a young girl? This medical skill was so miraculous that it forced them to redefine the value of traditional Chinese medicine.
The young soldier brought dinner to Song Yun.
The food in the hospital cafeteria was very light, a little too light, but Song Yun was hungry at the moment, so she ate it all up even if it didn't suit her taste.
When she was about to go to the bathroom to wash her lunch box, the door of the ward opened and a wheelchair slid in.
Song Yun's eyes widened. "Qi Mo Nan?" Her gaze fell on Qi Mo Nan's legs. "Are you injured?"
Qi Mo Nan glanced at his leg and said, "It's just a minor injury, it's okay."
A minor injury and a wheelchair? Song Yun didn't believe it.
She put down the lunch box, took Qi Mo Nan's wheelchair and pushed it to the window at the end of the ward. She squatted down and asked, "Which leg is injured?"
Qi Monan was a little nervous, "Left, left leg."
Song Yun rolled up her black trouser legs. There was a bandage wrapped around her calf. She didn't ask what the injury was and just took off the bandage.
Even if you have treated countless wounds, it is still shocking to see a wound caused by a bullet with your own eyes.
After checking, she breathed a sigh of relief, "No bones or muscles were injured. You are very lucky."
Qi Mo Nan nodded, "The doctor also said so. There will be no sequelae after the wound heals."
Song Yun shook her head. "There will be sequelae. It will hurt on rainy days, and if it's severe, it may even affect normal movement."
Qi Mo'nan's face changed, "Is it so serious?" He is a soldier. If this injury affects his normal activities, he will face retirement and transfer to civilian life.
Song Yun nodded. "This is the worst possible scenario, but it doesn't matter. I'll make you a plaster. You can use it from now on. It will minimize the aftereffects and won't affect your life and activities in the future."
Qi Mo Nan breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, I'll do as you say."
Making plasters requires medicinal materials, space and utensils, but we don’t have any of those now.
Qi Mo Nan also thought of this and said to Song Yun, "Why don't you stay in my dormitory? I'll be staying in the hospital for the next few days anyway. I'll have someone prepare the food for you. You can ask Gu Lao for the herbs. He used to run a clinic, but now he's been specially recruited to work in the military clinic. He goes into the mountains to collect herbs whenever he's free, so he should have quite a few at home."
Song Yun agreed.
The two talked about Mr. Qi and Mr. Mo.
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