Chapter 373 A Peerless Face Cream Made from Mutton Fat!
"Everyone, stand back!"
Gu Beichen stood on the steps, a gun in his hand, his tall figure outlined in his black training uniform. He didn't roar, but his voice carried an undeniable air of authority.
"I am Gu Beichen, the commander of the Special Operations Regiment of the Qiongzhou Military Region."
"Anyone who takes another step forward will be court-martialed."
The old miner's shovel trembled: "Sir! She's a murderer! She killed so many people, are we just going to let it go like this?"
“No.” Gu Beichen looked at him, his gaze sweeping over everyone present. “A life for a life, a debt for a debt. That’s the way of heaven.”
"But judging her is a matter for the law, not for you."
"If you kill her today, you'll be murderers. Are you really going to ruin your lives for such a piece of trash, and cause your families to suffer again?"
Gu Beichen's words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the frenzied fire in the hearts of the crowd.
yes.
It's not worth it for such a beast.
The old miner dropped his shovel with a clatter to the ground, covered his face, squatted down, and wailed.
Suppressed sobs could be heard from the crowd.
Gu Beichen put away his gun and glanced back at Lin Wan'er, who was huddled in the corner.
"take away."
Two soldiers walked over, lifted up Lin Wan'er who was like a lump of mud, and dragged her out of the office.
As she passed through the crowd, countless mouths of spit were spat on her, and rotten vegetable leaves and stones were thrown at her head.
Lin Wan'er didn't even dare to dodge; she just kept trembling.
She knew she was finished.
This time, it's really over.
The sandstorms in Northwest China stung my face like sandpaper.
At the entrance of the canteen of Hongxing Farm, a large iron pot with a diameter of one meter has been set up.
The firewood under the pot crackled and popped, and orange-red flames licked the bottom of the pot.
The pot was bubbling away, releasing a sweet and sour aroma with a hint of bitter herbs that drifted far on the wind.
Holding a wooden spoon about half a person's length, Su Yue stood on a stool, laboriously stirring the thick medicinal paste in the pot.
"Make the fire bigger!" she shouted.
The soldier below responded and stuffed a handful of dry branches into the stove.
What's simmering in this pot is none other than the "detox paste" that Su Yue made using readily available ingredients.
This place lacks medical resources, so the Western medicine we brought must be used sparingly and only when absolutely necessary.
She discovered that the Gobi Desert behind the farm was full of wild sea buckthorn and licorice, which were good things.
Sea buckthorn is rich in vitamin C, which can enhance immunity; licorice can detoxify and harmonize various medicines.
In addition, she took out mung beans and honeysuckle from her spatial storage... no, from her personal medicine kit, boiled them into a concentrated ointment, and used it as an adjunct dietary therapy for patients with heavy metal poisoning, with surprisingly good results.
One week.
The patients in the intensive care unit who used to be able to only lie in bed groaning are now able to get out of bed and bask in the sun with help.
The terrifying black scabs on his body began to fall off, revealing newly grown pink fleshy buds inside.
Although it still looks creepy, at least he survived.
Those with mild symptoms recover even faster; apart from their skin still needing some improvement, their energy levels are already no different from those of a normal person.
"Dr. Su! Dr. Su!"
An old man wrapped in a sheepskin coat came running up, panting, carrying a cloth bag that was still dripping blood.
It was the old miner who led the attack on Lin Wan'er that day, called Old Zhang.
"This is the best hind leg meat from the sheep I just slaughtered!" Old Zhang put the bag on the chopping board, his deeply lined face beaming with joy. "My little grandson was able to drink porridge this morning! And he can even call me grandpa! You must take this meat; it'll help everyone get some nourishment!"
Before Su Yue could speak, several more women squeezed in from the side.
"These are freshly laid eggs, they're still warm!"
"These are raisins that my family sun-dried ourselves, they're very sweet!"
A pile of things instantly filled the empty space at Su Yue's feet.
In the resource-scarce Northwest, these items were the most valuable possessions of these families.
Su Yue put down the large spoon and jumped off the stool.
"Uncle Zhang, take the things back." She pushed the bag of mutton back, "The child is at the age of growth, and he has just recovered from a serious illness. He needs to eat meat to nourish himself. We have supplies from the army, so we won't go hungry."
"No way!" Old Zhang exclaimed anxiously, trying to shove the bag into Su Yue's arms. "You saved my whole family's lives! Without you, my family line would have ended! What's a little meat? If you don't take it, you're looking down on us poor folks!"
The surrounding villagers also joined in the commotion, insisting that Su Yue accept it.
Su Yue was at a loss.
The stubbornness of these Northwestern men is like that of the donkeys here; they won't move no matter how you lead them, and they'll only back down when you try to stop them.
“Okay, I’ll take the meat.” Su Yue pointed to the big pot. “But we can’t eat this mutton ourselves. Tonight, we’ll chop it up, make mutton porridge, and share it with all the educated youth and villagers who are still recovering. We can all nourish ourselves.”
Old Zhang was stunned for a moment, and his eyes instantly turned red.
He wiped his face and nodded emphatically, "Okay! I'll do as Dr. Su says! I'll go get someone to help right away!"
As the crowd dispersed, Su Yue climbed back onto the stool to stir the medicine.
My arms are a little sore.
This job is much more tiring than wielding a scalpel.
"I'll do it."
A large hand gripped the handle of the wooden spoon.
Gu Beichen appeared behind her without her noticing.
He was wearing his training uniform, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing smooth lines in his forearm muscles, which were covered with yellow dirt and grass clippings.
Su Yue let go, shook her arm, and jumped off the stool.
"Commander Gu, instead of training your troops, you've come here to be my cook?"
Gu Beichen stirred the pot of thick ointment with one hand, his movements as effortless as stirring a cup of coffee.
“Those kids are too weak, they’ve been ruined by training. Let them rest for a while.” He spoke in a flat tone, as if the soldier he had trained to the point of crying and screaming didn’t exist.
Su Yue rolled her eyes.
At this moment, several farm women slowly walked over, not daring to get too close, and stood a few meters away watching Su Yue.
Their faces also had typical "highland red" rosy cheeks, covered with fine cracks, some even oozing blood. Their hands were rough like tree bark, covered with calluses and frostbite.
Making a living in this place, women have long forgotten what beauty is.
Su Yue frowned as she looked at their chapped faces.
My occupational hazard kicked in.
"Sisters, is something the matter?" Su Yue took the initiative to walk over.
The young woman leading the group nervously rubbed the hem of her clothes, her voice barely audible, "Dr. Su... we just wanted to ask... can your ointment treat my face? My face hurts terribly, and it cracks when I smile..."
Su Yue walked closer and took a look.
This isn't just pain, it's torture. The stratum corneum is severely damaged, and the dermis is exposed; a gust of wind feels like being cut with a knife.
“This stuff won’t do; this is for detoxification,” Su Yue shook her head.
The women's faces immediately showed disappointment, and they turned to leave.
"etc."
Su Yue called out to them, "This pot won't work, but I can teach you how to make something else."
She turned and shouted at Gu Beichen, "That bag of mutton fat, you haven't thrown it away yet, have you?"
That was delivered by Old Zhang yesterday, but it's too greasy, so I haven't touched it.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com