I'm single, neither too high nor too low, and I'll be single for the rest of my life.
Song Yun walked to the door of the house and saw Peng Mingcheng being supported by Peng Mingzhu and Peng's mother on both sides.
Although he had a young face, only in his early twenties, Song Yun recognized him at the first sight.
It’s him, it’s him.
After the mother and daughter helped Peng Mingcheng lie down on the bed, Song Yun quickly calmed down and said to Peng's mother with a smile, "Is something wrong? I'm a doctor, do you need my help?"
When Mother Peng heard this, surprise flashed in her eyes, then she looked at Song Yun's military uniform with suspicion.
Song Yun explained with a smile, "I used to be a military doctor."
Mother Peng suddenly realized, "So that's how it is. Then, can you heal a broken leg? My son broke his leg while picking herbs a few days ago. The hospital asked for a 20 yuan hospitalization fee first, but we really can't afford it." Her eyes turned red as she spoke.
Song Yun met Peng Jiacheng.
Peng Mingcheng also looked at her. Although his brows were furrowed and his forehead was covered with sweat, and he was obviously enduring severe pain, he still stared at the female comrade in front of him with an inquiring gaze.
He lived to be twenty years old and had never encountered any good thing that fell from the sky.
What does this female military doctor in front of me want?
Song Yun really didn't want anything from him. What could he possibly want from her now?
"I know how to straighten bones. Let me take a look. It's not a big deal." Song Yun said with a smile.
Mother Peng was pleasantly surprised. "Really? Thank you so much, thank you so much."
Song Yun waved her hand. "No, meeting is fate. Besides, straightening bones is a piece of cake for me."
After saying that, she walked to the bedside and said to Peng Mingcheng, "It will be a little painful, just bear with it."
Peng Mingcheng nodded and said nothing.
Song Yun first felt the bones to determine whether they were broken or dislocated.
After removing the fixation plate made by Peng Mingcheng himself and touching the bones, I found that the bones were indeed dislocated. No wonder they recovered like that later.
"Get a towel for him to bite." Song Yun said to Peng Mingzhu.
Peng Mingzhu quickly brought a towel and asked Peng Mingcheng to bite it.
The bone-setting process was naturally extremely painful, but it was short, and Song Yun was very quick.
"It's done." After straightening the bone, Peng Mingcheng was still breathing heavily. Song Yun quickly fixed the removed splint back on, which was naturally much better than the one done by Peng Mingcheng.
She has bone-setting bandages in her mall, and they are so effective that she doesn't dare to give them to anyone.
"I suggest going to the hospital to get a cast. It's safer. Otherwise, any bump or collision could result in a fracture or dislocation of the bone. A cast wouldn't cost much, and you wouldn't need to be hospitalized. You can just come back and recuperate after the cast is applied."
Mother Peng nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay, we'll go tomorrow."
Song Yun wanted to help them, but giving them money directly was not a good idea. After all, they were just casual acquaintances, and being too enthusiastic could easily lead to misunderstandings.
"I just heard that you were injured while collecting herbs? Do you know anything about Chinese medicine?"
Peng Mingcheng had recovered by now. He wiped his face with the bitten towel and said, "I heard that the recycling station was buying herbs, so I went to the scrap recycling station and found a few medical books. Among them was a book that taught how to identify, collect, and prepare herbs. I followed the book and collected herbs, prepared them, and sent them to the recycling station in exchange for some food."
Mother Peng said, "If Mingcheng hadn't learned how to collect herbs in recent years and could occasionally take them to the purchasing station to exchange for some food, our family would have died long ago."
They moved back from the city, but their household registration was still in the city. They were not eligible to participate in collective labor with the villagers, let alone share collective grain with the villagers. They could not find jobs in the city. Mother Peng suffered a lot to raise her two children here, hoping that the children would grow up and be able to contribute more to the family.
But it was just enough to make ends meet, and I rarely had any spare money.
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