"Baogen! My Baogen, wake up! My Baogen, my precious darling!"
Jiang Wenwan stood calmly to the side and watched.
At this moment, Sister Song had already called over Battalion Commander Gan from the Third Battalion.
There are three military doctors in the regiment. Usually, one stays at the medical room while the other two go to training.
There is no one in the military who doesn't need training, except for military spouses.
At this moment, Gan Shao ran over breathlessly and saw his wife holding their son and crying.
Thinking something had happened to her son, she quickly went over to ask.
Jiang Wenwan stood aside and watched. The third battalion commander, Gan Shao, was in his thirties and had a nine-year-old sister.
Well, there's no family planning policy now, but it'll be soon. I think it started around 2007 or 2008.
Now that half of 1975 has passed, I think, forget it, it's too late, it's too late.
I will stick to my own plan.
When Aunt Jiang saw her husband, she immediately buried her face in his arms and cried.
"Dad, you've finally arrived! My son and I were being bullied to death!"
Jiang Wenwan raised an eyebrow and glanced at Xiao Yingzi, who had taken her medicine.
"Your older brother is here. Don't you want to tell him? You're going to be bullied to death too."
Yingzi bit her lip, her big eyes showing determination as she nodded at her older brother.
But her older brother didn't even glance at her.
The determined light in the little girl's eyes vanished again.
Her parents died in the flood, leaving her alone at her older brother's house; she was ultimately just an outsider.
Jiang Wenwan shrugged and looked at the middle-aged couple embracing over there.
He leaned closer, reached between them, and used a silver needle to prick Bao Gen's philtrum. Bao Gen then woke up.
"Dad, Mom?"
When Gan Shao saw that his son had woken up, he turned to look at Doctor Song with delight.
"Dr. Song, my son has woken up. Please take a look at him quickly."
Song Jianye twitched his lips speechlessly.
He coughed lightly and walked over, about to examine Baogen with his stethoscope, when Baogen suddenly pointed at Jiang Wenwan and said to his father:
"Dad hit Mom, she's a bad person!"
Upon hearing his son's words, Gan Shao quickly turned to look at his wife.
Seeing her red face and furrowed brows, she turned and glared at Jiang Wenwan.
"This comrade,"
Doctor Song quickly stepped forward and said:
"Battalion Commander Gan, I think there must be some misunderstanding here. Your wife brought your sister over this morning. I heard the little girl had a fever last night. You know about this, right?"
Battalion Commander Gan nodded.
"I know,"
"Do you know how she got a fever?"
Jiang Wenwan observed every expression on his face. When she saw his expression freeze slightly, she raised an eyebrow. It seemed that he had some idea of what kind of person his wife was.
"this,"
"Let me say it!"
Jiang Wenwan pointed at the little girl and recounted the whole story, then asked him a question.
"This has happened more than once in the month she's been here. Does your family rely on her to generate income?"
She has a fever now, which is very likely malaria. Do you know that this disease is contagious?
If the infection spreads, all the children in the residential compound will be infected. I wonder if you would consider compensating each and every one of them, going door-to-door?
Gan Shao was taken aback by Jiang Wenwan's question.
Their family doesn't need to rely on their little sister to generate income, what kind of income is that?!
He turned his head and looked at Jiang Dahua with a cold gaze.
He was completely unaware that such things had happened several times in just one month.
Looking at the little girl on the bed with teary eyes looking at him, Gan Shao sighed and went over to pat her head with heartache.
“It’s all my fault for not taking good care of you. Your sister-in-law made a mistake. If she does this again, tell your brother and I will stand up for you.”
"Big brother, waaaaaah!"
Jiang Dahua glared at the man who was holding a girl but not his son, feeling annoyed.
When he looked away, his eyes met Jiang Wenwan's; they were eyes that seemed to see right through people.
She shrank back and hugged her son tightly.
That woman is so strange. She was really scared to death just now. She thought her son was going to die.
She still feels lingering fear when she thinks about it now, and she never wants to experience that again.
The military doctor, Song, politely asked Jiang Wenwan to step aside, and then asked uncertainly:
"Comrade Jiang, what you just said about malaria, is that true?"
By now, he had been completely fooled and didn't know if what she said was true.
He also sees doctors, but he has never encountered symptoms like malaria before, so he cannot make a diagnosis.
Judging from Comrade Jiang's earnest and righteous demeanor just now, he really believed it.
But now that she seems so relaxed, I'm not sure myself.
Jiang Wenwan nodded when this was mentioned.
"It's malaria, just malaria. The mild symptoms are fever, chills, and headache."
Severe symptoms include fatigue, confusion, seizures, and difficulty breathing.
It appears her condition is mild. Do you have artemisinin here?
No, no.
"It's okay, I have it, so there's no need to worry for now. The way this disease is transmitted is that the malaria parasite develops and multiplies inside the mosquito's body."
It can then spread through the bite of others via secreted saliva, and finally through the patient's bloodstream.
So, I'm not exaggerating.
You should discuss this matter and report it to your superiors as soon as possible!
Artemisinin, or two ounces of ginger, two ounces of fine tea, two ounces of hawthorn, and two ounces of bupleurum.
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