Chapter 30 No, I, Brother
Doctor Yang was also confused and asked Jiang Jianbei uncertainly, "You are Wen Zhu, right?"
Jiang Jianbei had noticed the two of them early in the morning, but because Wu Changlin was wearing a military uniform, and as a soldier, he had absolute trust in soldiers. And since he was here, he didn't stop them.
Now seeing that they were confused about who Wen Zhu was, he did not answer, but instead asked them, "What do you want from my sister?" His answer directly indicated that Wen Zhu was the pretty girl on the book tree.
"We want to ask the young doctor to save people. We have finally managed to get here." Doctor Yang's tone was a little unsteady.
When he inquired, he heard that the miracle doctor was not very old, and thought that young might mean around 30 years old, which is very young in traditional Chinese medicine.
But he never expected that the miracle doctor was so young that he was still climbing trees?
Wu Changlin's heart skipped a beat, and a look of regret appeared on his face.
"He's awake now. How am I supposed to explain this to him? I'm too embarrassed to face Captain Qian..."
Wen Zhu listened to the conversation between the following people and knew that they were the ones who brought the patients for treatment. They were the ones he was waiting for.
But she didn't explain much. She let her brother catch her and jumped down from the tree.
She ignored the gloomy young man and said directly, "I am Wen Zhu, the 'miracle doctor' you are looking for. I don't deserve the title of miracle doctor, but I do know some Chinese medicine techniques and can treat some miscellaneous diseases. Whether the patient can be cured or not, you must take me to see him first before I can tell for sure."
When the two heard this, their originally firm belief collapsed a little when they saw the true face of the miracle doctor.
But now that I'm here, the military hospital has already made a diagnosis, and the expert I was supposed to meet on the road today still can't be contacted.
Besides, I'm a military doctor watching over it, so even if things get worse, it won't get any worse.
The two exchanged glances, each with a plan in mind. Let her treat it first. If it's unreliable, they'll stop it immediately. Then go find a specialist.
After Wen Zhu came down, Jiang Jianbei had already picked up the handful of herbs and walked out with his sister.
Wu Changlin and Military Doctor Yang hurried to follow.
It was dinner time, and the children in the village's low houses were playing in their yards.
The curls of smoke rise up, whispering to the blooming forsythia.
The village is quiet and peaceful.
Only one or two returning birds flapped their wings and looked curiously at the strange visitors in the village.
There is no one on the road.
A stretcher was quietly carried into Wen Zhu's small courtyard.
Jiang Qin and Wen Hong heard the noise in the yard and thought the children had returned, so they quickly called out, "Girl, the old hen needs to be stewed for a while, otherwise it will be hard to chew. Mom will call you when it's time to eat."
"good."
The person had been carried to Wen Zhu's room. Her room had the brightest light bulb and the best lighting.
Qian Xusen's eyes widened as he pointed at the man on the stretcher. He opened his mouth wide, hesitating for a long time before saying, "Brother..."
"You guys wait outside."
Jiang Jianbei took him aside and said, "Even if you call me brother, I can't let you in. Stay outside."
"No, I'm brother."
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Jianbei stuffed another dried sweet potato into his mouth and said, "My little sister is saving someone, don't disturb her. Eat and shut up."
Qian Xusen sat in a chair, chewing his food, his mind tangled as a mess, and no one explained to him what was going on.
There were no sterile clothes, so Wen Zhu changed into the clothes that he had asked his mother to steam and boil last week in case of emergency.
Wu Changlin, Liu Zhigang and Doctor Yang all wanted to follow, but Wen Zhu directly refused.
“Too many people is not good for the patients.”
The three of them were a little worried when they saw Wen Zhu's age. At the beginning, they heard that there was a miracle doctor who might be able to cure him, but now they don't quite believe it.
But there is no better way now.
Doctor Yang quickly said, "I'm a military doctor, I can help."
"Then you come in, the others wait outside."
Wen Zhu asked Doctor Yang directly, "Where is the injury? Let me check him first."
Doctor Yang replied instinctively, "The bullet penetrated the shoulder and injured the bone. The rest of the wound is just superficial. Can you see if you can heal it and allow him to use his arm normally?"
Wen Zhu didn't answer immediately. Instead, he put on a mask.
Wen Zhu disinfected his hands and instruments while understanding the situation, then looked down and saw a familiar face.
The PLA uncle, who had been so enthusiastic and lively before, now looked awful, a pale face, even the greasepaint couldn't hide it. His lips were bloodless, dry, white, and cracked, and he lay there with his eyes closed and a frown on his face.
His shirt had been removed long before Doctor Yang had given him first aid. At first glance, his body was covered in countless wounds, large and small, but none of them could compare to the deep red smear on his shoulder, which almost stained the edge of the gauze. The color had darkened, darkened. But even so, it was still particularly shocking.
Seeing all this, Wen Zhu's first feeling was heartache, followed by an anger that was difficult to suppress.
Is this the fate of supporting characters? Regardless of their status, regardless of their past contributions, regardless of whether they follow the rules or not, as long as they are supporting characters, they are supposed to pave the way for the protagonists and become their stepping stone?
She felt worthless and angry for herself and for the soldier.
She hates being bound by fate and being set.
If he could struggle to escape the trajectory of fate and survive, he could definitely change his fate!
They not only want to live, but also want to live well and sparklingly!
What if she was just cannon fodder or a supporting role? The moment she jumped out of her predetermined fate, she was just herself!
When she was exhausted and about to collapse, it was this PLA uncle who helped her out of her predicament. This time, she would also help him out of his predicament.
Although she felt mixed emotions and her thoughts were fleeting, saving lives was the most important thing. She put everything aside and focused on the present moment.
Wen Zhu unwrapped the gauze. Some of it was stuck together and dried by blood, so she carefully cut it open with scissors.
Doctor Yang was still worried at first, but when he saw the girl's skillful technique and focused expression, he was shocked and shut up. He just watched silently.
Wen Zhu removed the gauze. Although he was careful, it still stuck, and he might have hurt. The man, whose brows were originally furrowed, frowned even more. His expression fluctuated slightly. He seemed to be about to wake up.
Wen Zhu moved more gently, carefully examining the wound location and the patient's condition. Then he felt his pulse for a moment.
The man lying in bed opened his eyes a little, his vision blurring. The pain had already numbed him. He only cracked his eyes open for a split second before his consciousness faded again. He could only see a vague outline before him. It was probably what a fairy from mythology looked like.
Seeing that he was not stable in his coma, he asked Doctor Yang beside him, "Didn't you give him some painkillers?"
Doctor Yang was watching intently. He was stunned for a second when asked this question, then realized Wen Zhu was asking him. He replied, "No, we don't have any painkillers right now. The amount imported from abroad is limited, and the amount we can get is too small. Only a small amount is used for major surgeries. This is a serious condition, but it doesn't meet the standard for medication."
Wen Zhu was shocked after hearing this. Soldiers contribute to the country, but they can't even use painkillers.
I suddenly realized that the current import and export business is still imperfect, and this is something that is specifically restricted by foreign control, so this is normal. It's just a pity for these people who are often injured.
"Little doctor, can you cure it?" Military Doctor Yang has gradually changed her address from a little girl at the beginning to one who now sees her skilled operation.
"Yes." Wen Zhu simply uttered a single word. He didn't have time to pay him too much attention.
Doctor Yang's eyes lit up. "Will it affect future training?"
"Won't."
Doctor Yang's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but ask, "Really?"
Wen Zhu thought he was being nagging, but still replied, "It'll take three months."
"Three months is enough?"
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