Chapter 90 Do you want to get treatment here?
In the early morning, Yushan Town was shrouded in the hazy mist of autumn. When you opened the door, you could see a thin layer of white frost on the leaves of the small trees in the courtyard, and the leaves were gradually turning yellow.
Winter is coming.
The clinic had a peaceful night last night, with no sudden visits from seriously ill patients.
But after daybreak, the clinic gradually filled up with people.
Those who have stomachaches, headaches, want to buy some tonic medicine, want to watch the fun...
There was a lot of noise everywhere, and it was estimated that most of the remaining people in Yushan Town were gathering here one after another.
Some people in villages farther from the town had heard the news that the clinic was open, and were rushing here with their patients.
Xingxing did not take the patient's pulse or treat the disease right away. Instead, she asked her brother to help write a signboard and a piece of paper for purchasing medicinal materials, and posted them on both sides of the door of the clinic.
There were people who could recognize a few words, but were crowded around by a group of illiterate people and pushed over to see what was written on the paper. After reading the content clearly, everyone was surprised at the generosity of the two children in the clinic.
Whether it is labor wages or the cost of purchasing medicinal materials, they are definitely the highest prices they know at the moment.
"Little miracle doctor, does this sticker you posted really count?" someone asked loudly.
The clinic fell silent as everyone waited for Xingxing's answer.
Xingxing was still kneeling on the stool, but today her brother had covered the stool with a thick, soft cotton pad, so Xingxing felt both stable and comfortable when she knelt on it.
He nodded to the people who were asking him questions. His tender childish voice sounded especially soft in this late autumn morning: "It's true."
As soon as he finished speaking, the tall and handsome young man behind him looked around at the crowd with different emotions, then he snorted and slammed the sheathed sword in his hand on the wooden medicine cabinet. After everyone's eyes were focused on him, he raised his eyebrows and said loudly:
"It's written in black and white, so it's true. We are not short of money, but if anyone dares to be greedy and tries to take advantage of our young age, don't blame me for not saying it out loud. If anyone dares to cause trouble in the clinic, I will kill him. Even the county magistrate can't punish me."
Wei Jinan knew very well how many "scoundrels" were hidden among these seemingly simple and honest people.
It is precisely because they live a hard life that they try every possible way to make a profit.
He and his younger brother were the only two children in the clinic. When the two pieces of paper were posted, anyone who cared could see that the word "rich" was written between the lines.
Wei Jinan is not afraid of being targeted by bad people, but he doesn't hope that someone will be so stupid that he would do something to disgust his brother who is a doctor because of greed.
Everyone says that saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Since my brother has decided to become a doctor, he will surely save more lives in the future.
Wei Jinan was afraid that his sword would be stained with blood again, which would affect his ability to accumulate virtue for his brother...
So he made his threat so bluntly to everyone.
Some people may not take it seriously, and some may think that he is vicious and not easy to mess with, but that has nothing to do with Wei Jinan. If someone is really so desperate as to fall into his hands, Wei Jinan thinks that maybe he can make a deal with the Bodhisattvas and gods, and must put all the sins on his head, and never affect the stars.
If killing people leads to going to hell, then after his death he may have to go through a hundred or eighty reincarnations in the eighteen levels of hell to cleanse away all the karma he accumulated during those years on the battlefield.
As the saying goes, if there are too many lice, you won't feel itchy.
After a brief hiccup in the morning, the rest of the day went smoothly.
A lot of medicine in the clinic had been lost after the original owner was robbed, but Xingxing had dug up a lot of medicine in the mountains in the past two months, and it was just the right time to add the prepared herbs to the inventory, so they could be used for a while.
If there is no medicine, he can also prescribe a prescription for the patient and let them go to a nearby pharmacy or other places to find the medicine themselves, which will not cause much impact.
At noon, Wei Jinan went out to mail two more letters.
When I came back, Xingxing was holding the rescued rabbit and checking on the new patient.
The rabbit's bleeding was stopped by stars.
The rabbit's wound was cured by Xingxing.
Rabbit's legs, tied with stars.
so……
"Do you want to be treated here?" The little boy, wearing a thick cotton sweater, tilted his head and looked expectantly at the patient in front of him who had a painful and hesitant face.
Patient: “…Heal!”
The tone of voice sounded like a desperate attempt to save the situation.
After getting the expected answer, the child's eyes narrowed, and he led the middle-aged man, who was covering his abdomen with both hands, to a small room in the clinic that was separated by a curtain.
"Take off your clothes and lie down. I need to check your wound." Xingxing said as she lowered her head and carefully rolled up her sleeves.
With the help of his family members, the patient slowly sat down on the low bed with a frown on his face. Perhaps the movement involved the wound, and he would gasp in unbearable pain from time to time.
Xingxing didn't care about it at all. She glanced at her brother who followed in and quickly stretched out her two little hands to him, along with the two messy sleeves on her thin arms.
He had learned to wash dishes and put on clothes, shoes and socks before, but the child really couldn't handle the long and wide sleeves.
Wei Jinan helped him tie it up with a smile, reminded him to be careful, and then went to the back to make lunch.
Everything was ready, and Xingxing looked at the human male who was curled up and half lying on the bed.
When he reached out to undress the other person, Qiuqiu stopped him urgently.
"Kid, wear a mask and gloves!" Qiuqiu said quickly, "This is the only way to prevent infectious diseases and germ infections to the greatest extent in a limited environment."
There are masks in Xingxing's space, and Qiuqiu doesn't care whether it is incompatible with the environment. He immediately urges Xingxing to develop the habit of wearing a mask and gloves at all times when touching the patient's body.
Xingxing tilted her head, then turned around, and under the puzzled gazes of the patients and their families, she took out a small children's mask and small children's medical sterile gloves and put them on.
The gloves were just exchanged by Qiuqiu using his points.
1 point can be exchanged for 10 pairs, which is not expensive, but definitely not cheap.
Watching Xingxing carefully uncovering the patient's blood-stained clothes, Qiuqiu had an inexplicable intuition: in this world, Xingxing might have to take out a loan to practice medicine.
The surroundings became quiet again. Behind a curtain, other people waiting in the clinic were also very curious about the middle-aged man's condition and whether he could be saved.
Because this person was one of the unlucky guys who was hacked by the rebels a few days ago.
In other words, he was one of the lucky ones who survived the rebels' knives.
With a slight sound of inhaling in pain, Xingxing's fair face wrinkled little by little. He looked at the man's abdomen that was cut by the knife, listened to the man's desperate voice but still holding on to the hope of survival, pursed his lips, and said nothing for a long time.
His expression made the family members who were waiting nervously beside him panic, "Little Doctor, can my son's injury... still be cured?"
The family member is the man’s father.
With white hair and turbid tears in his eyes, he held his son's hand tightly with his skinny old hands, trying to give him more strength to live.
But as a family member, he was shaking all over, even more violently than the seriously injured man.
Xingxing raised his head and looked at the old man with pleading eyes. After a brief eye contact, he pointed to the man's abdominal wound that was roughly sewn with hemp thread and asked softly, "Who sewed this for him?"
There was still bleeding near the wound, and the hemp thread did not successfully heal the two sides of the wound. There should not have been any disinfection process, so the wound was severely festered. It was not clear whether there was more serious infection inside the wound.
When Xingxing opened the clothes on the man's abdomen, a foul smell immediately came out. Perhaps this is why the man and his family chose to come to the clinic to take a gamble.
They were the first injured people in Yushan Town who were willing to seek treatment from Xingxing.
But Xingxing took a fancy to the unknown human who was sewing his body.
"Yes, it's my granddaughter..."
The old man explained in a trembling voice: "Little doctor, my son's stomach was cut open by the rebels with a knife. He bled a lot and we all thought he was going to die. My granddaughter took a long needle and roasted it over fire, then used hemp thread to sew up his stomach."
At that time, I only thought about sewing up my rotten stomach, otherwise the intestines and internal organs might fall out. People of that era wanted to have a complete body even after death, and they also held the idea of trying everything possible.
"I agreed at the time. It was me who made the final decision for Nannan to do that..."
The old man didn't know why Xingxing asked. He thought he had done something wrong and caused more serious consequences, so he held back his tears and kept muttering to himself what he had agreed to, as if he wanted to take all the responsibility on himself.
Until the stars shook their heads at him.
"No, you did nothing wrong."
Xingxing simply said a few words of comfort, then lifted the curtain and went to the front to get the things needed to clean the wound. She also asked her brother to fill a pottery jar with boiling water, and after finding a piece of clean cotton cloth, she ignored the many curious questions from everyone in the clinic and re-entered the small room.
The old man stopped crying. He just held his son's hand again and kept wiping the turbid tears from the corners of his eyes.
Seeing Xingxing coming in, he quickly stood aside and said hesitantly that he could help, saying that he was strong and could do anything.
Xingxing looked at the man whose face was covered in cold sweat from the pain, sighed softly, and turned to leave.
He stood on a stool to grab the medicine, and after sorting it out, he handed it to his brother.
Xingxing looked at her brother busying around in the yard, then quickly looked away. The first thing she did when she returned to the small room was not to tell the family about the patient's condition, but to ask them softly, "Can your daughter... come to the clinic to help me? I'll pay her and teach her medicine, is that okay?"
The kid, who had never negotiated before, started by laying out everything he could offer in front of the other party, and then waited expectantly for the answer.
Little did he know that the other party was also surprised by the topic he suddenly opened.
The father and son even suspected that there was something wrong with their ears. After a long while, they asked incredulously in the child's increasingly lost look, "You said, you said you wanted our daughter to come to the clinic to work for you, right? But, but our daughter can't read. She just turned nine this year. She, she..."
She does not meet the job requirements posted on the door of the clinic at all!
When a group of people gathered at the entrance of the clinic and read those words, they also heard them. They said that the requirements were to be literate, hardworking, and to be over 16 years old...
Before the first condition came out, most of the people present were eliminated.
But how come in the blink of an eye, such a great thing suddenly fell into my family?
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