While Lin Sanqi was doing the popular science work, he did not show any mercy and started to clean the wound with saline solution.
There was a torture in ancient times where a whip dipped in salt water was used to hit the prisoner. The salt water would irritate the wound and intensify the pain, making the prisoner unable to bear it and confess voluntarily.
This shows how painful salt water is. It is used as a torture device just like pepper spray.
So when Lin Sanqi's salt water was poured on, the child couldn't help but shout out:
"Mom, it hurts, it hurts so much~~~"
Wang Juan stopped crying and instead had a determined look in her eyes:
"My child, you must be strong. The one treating you is a senior official. This is the blessing you have earned through thousands of years of hard work. So you must be strong. This is your only chance to survive. No matter how painful it is, you must endure it."
Lin Sanqi looked at the mother approvingly. It was true as the saying goes: Women are weak by nature, but they become strong when they become mothers.
As a result, when Lin Sanqi lowered his head, he was so scared that he quickly took a few steps back and almost vomited.
Because a large number of maggots were washed down by the salt water and flowed onto the wooden bed, many of them fell directly into the mud, and then their bodies kept twisting.
The villagers of Xiyang Village who were watching did not feel disgusted at all. To them, people getting sick and having maggots seemed to be a common thing.
Instead, the villagers found it particularly funny that many city officials in the yard retreated. They thought that city people were so timid?
Villager A laughed and said, "Why are you running? It's just maggots. There are plenty of them in this pit."
Villager B also agreed: "That's right, if maggots don't grow in a rotten wound, will silkworms grow?"
Villager C snorted twice. "Don't tell me, maggots are good stuff. They're high in protein and they taste really crunchy."
When the people around heard this, they all took a step back and stayed away from Villager C.
Finally, a few women couldn't help themselves and vomited. At this moment, no one dared to laugh at the city cadres anymore...
Lin Sanqi and two temporary assistants worked for a long time and finally cleaned all the herbs and blood stains on the surface with saline solution.
The red and white wounds were exposed, and some of the wounds were very deep due to ulceration, but fortunately there were no serious injuries. If the wounds were cleaned and treated with anti-infection in time, the life could still be saved.
Lin Sanqi gained confidence, so he took out another bottle of hydrogen peroxide and poured the whole bottle onto the wound.
Then the little patient let out another shrill scream, and a lot of white foam instantly appeared on the wound on his left calf.
Seeing the little patient start to struggle, Lin Sanqi roared:
"Hold them all down. If the wound isn't cleaned thoroughly, then it's completely gone. If the infection continues, this person's life will be lost."
When Wang Juan heard this, she hugged her son's head tightly and whispered to comfort her son in her arms.
Yang Zhifa and Village Chief Yang also quickly helped to hold the child down to prevent him from going crazy due to the pain.
The villagers watching became excited again:
"Ah, look, this clear water foams up as soon as it's poured in. Could this be poison?"
"This isn't poison, it's soap, right? I've seen people in the city use it, and it produces a lot of bubbles."
"This thing must be expensive. Look at the bottle. I haven't even seen what material it's made of."
After hearing this, Lin Sanqi looked at the plastic bottle in his hand and thought that people in Shaanxi Province in the 1960s might have never seen plastic. Should he give it to his fellow farmers as a precious gift?
Then, decades later, Lin Sanqi's reputation became ruined. When he was signing autographs and taking photos with tourists to make money at the Terracotta Warriors, he would be thrown plastic bottles by countless people in Shaanxi Province.
How much does plastic waste cost per pound?
Lin Sanqi had just lost his mind when Xiaohong reminded him, "Leader, what are we going to do next?"
"Oh, next we'll pick up plastic and sell it for money. Ugh, next we'll rinse the wound again with saline solution and we'll do the third disinfection right away."
After Xiaohong and Xiaohuang wiped the wounds on their hands with sterile cotton balls, Lin Sanqi took out a pack of iodine cotton balls.
Then he picked up a few sterile cotton balls with tweezers and began to disinfect his left leg for the final time amid the patient's screams.
The whole process took more than an hour. When the little patient's left leg was bandaged with white gauze, Wang Juan and Yang Zhifa both breathed a sigh of relief.
Wang Juan asked excitedly, "Comrade Lin, does this mean my son won't have to die? Will he survive?"
Lin Sanqi took off his isolation suit, and his entire body was soaked.
"Disinfection is only the first step. Next comes fever reduction and infection prevention. Here, this is a bottle of ibuprofen suspension, 10 ml at a time. There's a cup inside. Feed it every six hours. It can reduce fever and relieve pain."
Also, this is a box of cephalexin. Remember, this medicine is an anti-inflammatory drug, more effective than penicillin. Give him two packets each time, twice a day. Together, these two medicines should help him recover within 10 days."
When Wang Juan and Yang Zhifa heard this, they were naturally overjoyed.
The rural people are very simple because they have nothing to offer to repay this big cadre. The only thing they can offer is their humble respect.
The couple knelt down immediately and said, "Thank you, Officer Lin. Thank you for saving my life."
Lin Sanqi quickly jumped to the side and then helped Yang Zhifa and Wang Juan up:
"No, no, no, we're in a new society now, and this isn't acceptable. If you kneel down, you're not thanking me, you're harming me. If the leaders find out, they'll think I, Lin Sanqi, am trying to restore feudalism in Shaanxi Province."
Village Chief Yang also knows how serious this is:
"Third brother, third sister-in-law, you can't kneel in this new society. Stand up. It's a good thing the baby was saved. Give him more nourishment in the future. This life is considered to have survived."
Wang Juan and Yang Zhifa were naturally full of gratitude.
Lin Sanqi took out another 30 yuan from his pocket and handed it to Yang Zhifa:
"This money is for the child's health. Don't refuse it. This is my first time in Shaanxi Province. I happened to visit the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor and met your son. It is a kind of fate.
Since I saved the person, I must save him. Otherwise, if people say that I, Lin Sanqi, can't even save a little kid, then I, as the dean, will lose face. Haha."
Yang Zhifa was holding the three big black cards in his hand and was so moved that tears streamed down his face.
Lin Sanqi treats the Yang family even better than his own father.
"Cadre Lin, don't worry. We will definitely save my son and let him live well so that he can make more contributions to the country in the future."
Lin Sanqi thought that this 30 yuan was also fate. In another time and space, Yang Zhifa was rewarded with 30 yuan by the state because he was the first to discover the Terracotta Warriors.
The money has finally been given away.
The onlookers took one look and began to applaud. Cheers could be heard continuously. Lin Sanqi smiled and waved to everyone, feeling like a big leader.
Dinner was eaten in Xiyang Village. Village chief Yang killed a chicken in the most grand way.
The chickens were raised by the village chief's family. In the early 1960s, the atmosphere in the country was relatively relaxed. Farmers were allowed to raise chickens and grow some vegetables, but the number was limited.
For example, a family cannot have more than five chickens. Chickens lay eggs, which can be exchanged for daily necessities and salt at the supply and marketing cooperatives. People in the industry call them "chicken fart" (GDP).
Farmers in rural areas are also allowed to own a small amount of private land where they can grow vegetables. The specific area varies from place to place, but it cannot exceed one mu per person.
Of course, vegetables can only be eaten by yourself and cannot be sold outside. That would be a mistake.
Smart farmers don’t sell vegetables, but they can use vegetables to exchange for some supplies or bills with city dwellers, playing a marginal game, and the government officials will turn a blind eye when they see it.
At this time, the whole country was still in a state of vitality.
So for Village Chief Yang, eating one-fifth of their family's wealth in one meal today was definitely a way to entertain a VIP.
Lin Sanqi didn't want to let him suffer any loss, so he took out two bottles of Moutai liquor, which made Village Chief Yang and the accompanying Commander Qi and Director Liu very happy.
Lin Sanqi, however, was not happy at all. It was not because he thought the snacks were too shabby, but because he began to worry about the country and the people.
After drinking, while enjoying the cool breeze, Lin Sanqi asked Village Chief Yang:
"Old Yang, tell me, how do you usually survive when you're sick?"
Village Chief Yang hasn't realized the seriousness of the problem yet. He probably thinks that rural areas have been living like this for thousands of years, so he doesn't take it seriously:
"Leader, how else can we farmers get by? We just have to make do with what we have. Hehe.
Before liberation, our place was called Lishan Township. There was a Chinese medicine doctor in the township at that time. People from the surrounding villages would go to him for treatment when they were sick.
It doesn't matter if you don't have money, just get some corn and a few eggs, and Dr. Hu will take them. If you are really seriously ill, just get a chicken or a sheep, and it won't destroy everyone's livelihood.
Sadly, good people don't live long. Doctor Hu passed away in 1950, leaving us with the only doctor in our village. So what do we do when we get sick? All sorts of solutions have emerged.
Like my nephew, when he got hurt, he went to the mountains to pick some herbs and figured out how to treat it himself. Everyone understands that if it's easy to treat, it can be cured. If it's not, it can't be cured. It's all fate, and no one can be blamed. (End of this chapter)
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