"Go and have a look."
Everyone looked at each other and immediately stood up and went over.
In a room in the back garden, Zhao Jun woke up slowly, and then to his horror, he found that he could no longer see.
His body, head, and eyes were all covered with gauze. He could feel the intense pain in his body and could not help but curl up in bed in fear and scream, "My eyes, my eyes! It hurts! Where is this? Is this Nini Village? Is there anyone here?"
Creak, the door opened.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Zhao Jun shouted, "Secretary, Village Chief, is that you?"
Youyan Mandarin?
Zhao Zhen looked at Yan Shu, who shook his head to signal Zhao Zhen not to speak. Zhao Zhen then followed Zhao Jun's words and said, "Yes, do you want some water?"
"Are you the Party Secretary or the Village Chief? Oh, it must be the Village Chief. The uncle who brought me up the mountain in a donkey cart said that the Party Secretary fell and twisted his waist. Is this Nini Village? I can't see. Village Chief, could you please take me down the mountain to the hospital and let the doctor see me?"
"The doctor checked it out and said it will be fine." Yan Shu echoed his words.
"Doctor? Is there a doctor in our village? Village chief... It's not that I don't trust our village doctor, but blindness is no small matter. We should go to a big hospital, or at least the county hospital."
"The doctor gave you acupuncture."
Yan Shu tried his best to respond in Youyan Mandarin, but because he was from the south, his accent was rather stiff, and the old tone of his voice was more convincing, so Zhao Jun did not hear any flaws.
And at this time he didn't have any doubts. After all, who could have thought that he would travel through time?
"Acupuncture?"
"Yes, the doctor said you have congestion, but don't worry. He said your congestion is minimal and as long as you persist in acupuncture, you will see the signs soon."
"Do I have a brain congestion?"
Zhao Jun was shocked, but then he tried to calm himself down. He felt a little dizzy and nauseous, so he huddled in bed, trembling, and said, "I... I remember now. Trauma can cause blood clots in the brain, which can lead to visual impairment and field of vision. It's basically difficult to recover. Will I become blind?"
Yan Shu looked at the terrified expression on his face and said soothingly, "Don't worry, it won't happen. The doctor is a very good doctor. If he says it won't happen, it won't happen. You will definitely be cured. You must trust the doctor."
"Really?"
Zhao Jun was still terrified, mumbling, "I believe in Traditional Chinese Medicine, I believe in Traditional Chinese Medicine... Even for my condition, I should go down the mountain to a big hospital. At the very least, I should get a CT scan."
Yan Shu thought for a moment and said, "You are covered in wounds and cannot come down the mountain."
"I'm fine... I just want to go to the hospital. The hospital has professional equipment, and I'll feel at ease if they check me out."
Zhao Jun insisted, he didn't want to be blind.
Yan Shu was at his wit's end. He couldn't find any reason. Suddenly, he heard a thunderclap and the heavy rain outside reminded him. So he whispered, "It's raining outside."
"Raining? Uh, that... yes, I remember that mudslide. When I was entering the mountains, a sudden downpour caused a landslide and I fell off a cliff. Could it be that the mudslide blocked the road? What should I do?"
Zhao Jun was so anxious that he almost cried.
Yan Shu had no choice but to comfort him, saying, "Don't worry, let the doctor continue to give you acupuncture to see if it works. We can go down the mountain after the road is repaired."
"Okay, okay, I'll listen to the village chief."
Zhao Jun suppressed the dizziness and nausea and slowly calmed himself down.
No one wants to be blind.
The world of blindness is truly terrifying.
If someone is born blind and has never seen the light, they may be able to bear it psychologically.
But having seen the light, and then fallen into endless darkness, that feeling, people with poor psychological endurance would probably want to die.
"Let's talk about your entry into the village first."
Yan Shu glanced at the people behind him and spoke to Zhao Jun in a guiding manner.
"I'm here to teach. Doesn't the village primary school have no teachers? I was sent by the state to teach the children."
Zhao Jun didn't think too much and said immediately, "Oh, right, I still have to report to you. The village committee should have been notified. My luggage is missing, and my admission letter and teaching certificate are lost. Do I have to go to the county education bureau to apply for replacements?"
"It's okay, I found it for you."
"That's good, that's good. I'll leave the things at the village committee first. Oh, and where's my cell phone? Village chief, can you give it to me? I want to call my parents and let them know I'm safe."
cell phone? ? ?
Yan Shu was confused. What was this?
He turned around and looked at Zhao Zhen and the others, who also shook their heads.
"village head?"
Seeing the village chief remain silent, Zhao Jun asked in confusion, "Didn't you see my phone? It's the palm-sized one with a wide screen, a Huawei. It's a smartphone... There should be a landline in the village."
He thought that the elderly rarely used smartphones or mobile phones, so he wanted to use a landline phone to remind Yan Shu.
Lu Yijian suddenly remembered that when he was looking for Zhao Jun's gift, he did find a small iron box the size of a palm, so he winked at Yan Shu.
Yan Shu immediately said, "I'll get it for you."
"Thank you, village chief."
Zhao Jun sat in the corner feeling a little uneasy. He could actually see a little bit now, but it was only a little light shining through the gauze, and he couldn't see anything else clearly.
Not being able to see was unsettling, and the head injury already made it difficult for him to think calmly.
Now he has only one thought, which is to restore his eyesight as soon as possible.
Unfortunately, yesterday's heavy rain caused a mudslide in the mountain, destroying the road down the mountain. Otherwise, even if the village chief objected, he would have insisted on going down the mountain and climbing to the hospital for a check-up.
It's not that I don't believe in traditional Chinese medicine. The main reason is that Daliangshan not only lacks educational resources, but also medical resources. The village doctors in the mountains are probably only as good as barefoot doctors. Even if you want to find a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, you'd better go to the old professor of the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine to feel more at ease.
"This rain came so suddenly! Why am I so unlucky? The road down the mountain is gone, but I trust the government. With our country's strength, they should be able to repair the road soon. We must trust the organization and the country."
Zhao Jun curled up in the corner, his face still full of fear, but he kept cheering himself up in his heart, trying to recover from the uneasy mood as soon as possible.
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