Chapter 156 "Ah! It's so hot!" The patient screamed in pain

The uncle and nephew standing downstairs looked confused.

Baoer looked terrified, not knowing why the aunties upstairs were pointing at them, and some of the mean aunties seemed to be laughing at them.

The little boy's stomach growled with hunger. He held his uncle's legs tightly with his two little hands, and his eyes were filled with tears. "Uncle, I'm hungry..."

“Wow~Wow~Wow~”

Zhai Qingsong's mind was numb. When he heard the little boy burst into tears, he quickly picked up the child.

I wiped his tears with my sleeve and said, "Don't cry, I'll think of a solution..."

In a hurry, I saw a military wife with popcorn curls coming back from outside with a vegetable basket, as if she had just returned from buying vegetables in town.

Zhai Qingsong suddenly had an idea, and strode forward and asked politely, "Sister, did you buy this dish from the town?"

The stylishly dressed military wife was about to walk up the stairs when she heard Zhuang Jiahan calling her "big sister". She turned around in disbelief and stared at Zhai Qingsong, as if she was about to burst into flames. She pointed at Zhai Qingsong's nose and shouted, "Who is your big sister? Am I that old? Get out!"

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry..."

Although Zhai Qingsong apologized quickly, the military wife still refused to give in and kept cursing all the way upstairs.

The women in the corridor upstairs burst into laughter.

At this moment, a middle-aged woman appeared gracefully at the corridor from the easternmost suite on the fifth floor.

Relying on the fact that her man Xu Changhe was the highest-ranking officer in the army, the woman glanced downstairs with a cold look in her eyes, "Who is this? When did such a poor person move into our compound?"

Liu Chunli, who also lived on the fifth floor, lifted her shoulder-length hair and said with a playful smile: "Whose poor relative could it be?"

The woman was talking with saliva flying all over the place, and she exaggerated the matter of the selection of temporary sanitation workers by the regiment yesterday and told it to everyone.

"Those two bumpkins think they can get any benefit by following us out? Humph, I'd like to see if her son will be starved to death when she comes back in ten days or half a month. Hahaha!" Liu Chunli's laughter was as wild as a ghost, without any mercy or humanity.

I just feel annoyed when I hear the crying of the children downstairs.

Women on all five floors were gathered in groups of three or five, talking loudly, all talking about things they had heard from the battlefield.

The fair-skinned woman raised by Xu Changhe wrinkled her cheeks, turned around leisurely, and went back to the house to continue listening to the songs on the radio.

Downstairs, Zhai Qingsong saw that the child seemed to be tired of crying and lay listlessly on his shoulder. He shook Bao'er on his arm and said, "Bao'er, don't cry anymore?"

The little boy, who had been so hungry that he had no strength left, sniffed and stopped crying, "Uncle, I still want to eat, like the corn grits porridge we have at home..."

"Don't worry, uncle will take you to find it..."

Zhai Qingsong was anxious and didn't know which department of the army he could go to for help.

If this happened in the village, the villagers would never watch the child so hungry and would at least give the child a few steamed buns from home.

It seems that these women in the army are not even as good as the illiterate village women.

He was holding a baby and was not familiar with the terrain inside the unit, so he didn't dare to walk around casually. He was worried that he couldn't find the way home, so he could only wander around near his family compound.

After searching for a long time, I didn't see any warrior.

They had no choice but to carry the child home, take out the earthen bowl they brought from their hometown, and fill a bowl of cold water from the faucet in the aisle for the child to drink.

"Baoer, your mother left some wedding candy. Eat some to make up for the loss..."

Zhai Qingsong took out the little dry food he had saved and let the child eat something first before thinking of a solution.

This time they went out, they received two bags of wedding candy sent by Baoer's uncle. Because of the long journey, they ate one bag, and Wang Ziru kept the other bag, saying that she would eat it when she arrived at the army.

"What can I do, uncle? I still want to eat egg noodles."

The little boy was chewing popcorn with big mouthfuls, he hadn't had hot rice or noodles for many days.

Always eating dry food, Baoer feels that the wedding candy that he used to love the most seems to have changed in taste.

Zhai Qingsong felt very guilty. He sat on the chair beside him and gently stroked the boy's face. "It's all because of your uncle's incompetence that you became so hungry and skinny."

"Are we going to town to buy a stove today?"

"Go, we must buy the stove so we can light a fire and cook."

Zhai Qingsong wiped his face. If his sister-in-law knew that his son was crying with hunger at home and couldn't get a bite to eat, he wondered if they would turn back to the army.

This little bit of wedding candy wouldn’t last long, so he could only endure hunger and the most important thing was to coax the child.

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Baiteng Town, once a prosperous commercial town, is gradually becoming lively.

Wang Ziru went to the kitchen again, got some rice soup, gave it to Zhu Yan, and together with the little warrior, fed it to the two seriously injured patients.

After a short break, I walked into the pharmacy to carry out the routine work of a surgeon, preparing surgical instruments, medicines, and mixing liquid medicines.

Li Juan and Song Ling finally came to the patient's room, each carrying a basin of medicine.

"Come here, the three of you. Here are some decocted Chinese medicines. Go find some enamel pots and give them a spoonful each." Li Juan instructed the three young nurses to do their work.

Zhu Yan and Zhang Kang worked together to carefully feed rice soup to the two seriously injured warriors.

When I turned around, I saw Song Ling standing far away and had no intention of helping at all.

The three little warriors had just distributed porridge and steamed buns to the patients. When they heard that they were going to take Chinese medicine, they hurried out to find an enamel pot.

Wang Ziru heard the noise outside and continued with her work.

Considering that the wound would need to be sutured soon, we had to put the anesthetic in the infusion bottle first. We could only switch to a bottle of anti-inflammatory medicine after this bottle of medicine was finished.

"Where are my hygienists? Hurry up and wash your hands and disinfect them!"

"Get ready," Wang Ziru popped her head out of the pharmacy and shouted.

Zhu Yan, Lin Xiaowan and Huang Chunmei, the three military wives, have become her standard configuration for surgery.

As soon as she got in the car last night, she realized that Huang Chunmei was definitely Li Juan's bootlicker, so she deliberately separated the two of them.

Zhu Yan quickly replied, "Sister Ziru, I'll be ready soon."

Officer Zhang walked into the sickroom and asked, "Should we sew up the wounds of other people now?"

"Yes, I still need a flashlight to help me." Wang Ziru's voice came from the pharmacy.

"No problem! We have people!"

Soon, three officers followed Officer Zhang into the ward to help.

After feeding the patient half a bowl of rice soup, Zhu Yan hurried out to wash her hands, and then went to the pharmacy with Lin Xiaowan. Still doing their respective duties, Zhu Yan came out with a scalpel and an infusion bottle, and stopped at the bed at the back of the patient's room, by the window.

Huang Chunmei quietly went to the pharmacy and brought out a plate full of bandages.

She and Li Juan looked at each other and both smiled.

"Sister-in-law, you two can help out and pass it over." The two little warriors held the enamel jars filled with Chinese medicine and motioned Li Juan and Song Ling to take them and distribute them to the patients.

Li Juan's eyebrows were raised. She walked over, grabbed the enamel pot, and rushed to the nearest bed, "Drink it quickly!"

"I can't move, sister-in-law." The little warrior lying on the hospital bed tried hard to sit up, but there were two big cuts on his legs, and his legs were numb from the thick bandages. He could only look at Li Juan pitifully, "I can't get up..."

"What's wrong with you, little warrior? Do you want me to feed you medicine just because you are injured?"

"I really can't get up and drink the medicine, sister-in-law."

Li Juan was so angry that her teeth were chattering. She waved her fist and said, "Song Ling! Come over here and feed him the medicine."

"Sister Juan, why are you so angry? Our job is to decoct medicine. Feeding medicine is such a dirty job that only country bumpkins can do." Song Ling put on the airs of "Song's daughter" again, walked over slowly, picked up the enamel pot and stuffed it directly into the patient's hand.

She clapped her hands, turned around and went back to being her 'fugitive' daughter.

Zhang couldn't stand it any longer, so he walked over, took the enamel pot from the patient lying flat on his back, put it on the small cabinet next to him, and then helped the patient up a little, "Do you think you can drink it now?"

As soon as the patient's mouth touched the boiling medicine soup, he shrank his mouth and said, "It's too hot."

"Let it hang for a while. I'll come back later to help you get up and take the medicine."

Li Juan and Song Ling stood by and laughed secretly. It was not that they were incapable of using tricks, but the time for revenge had not yet come.

Just after untying the bandage on the patient's arm, Wang Ziru heard Officer Zhang say that the Chinese medicine was too hot and should be cooled before drinking.

She didn't say a word and was busy stitching up the wounds.

Wang Ziru heaved a sigh of relief when she saw the previously tattered wound now had neatly stitched surgical lines. "Cut two bandages for me, according to the size I want. The smaller one is four fingers wide, the length of my palm..."

Wang Ziru reported the bandage cutting specifications separately.

Huang Chunmei, who was still smiling at Li Juan from a distance a second ago, was stunned at first, "They are all bandaged wounds, why do you need so many tricks?"

He picked up the scissors, cut off two pieces and handed them over. "Here you go."

Wang Ziru looked at it coldly, then lowered her eyes to glance at the straps that were handed over to her. No one else dared to take it.

Because I'm afraid of being contaminated by germs.

Wang Ziru slowly stood up from the stool, walked over, raised her hand, with neither too much nor too little force, and pushed Huang Chunmei into the aisle.

"What are you doing? How dare you hit someone?!" Huang Chunmei never thought that the country bumpkin would dare to hit her.

He was pushed back several steps and almost fell down, and then he started swearing.

"Come and watch how I cut it!" Wang Ziru was not frightened by Huang Chunmei's aura at all. She spun the scissors in her palm and cut out two bandages smoothly. "You can't even cut out two bandages, and you think you deserve to eat the army's steamed buns?"

"You!!" Huang Chunmei was so angry that she was shaking on the spot, wishing she could punch the bumpkin to death.

Zhai Ximo held a flashlight in his hand and glanced at the other person coldly.

Turning around, Huang Chunmei stopped cutting the bandages and happened to see the patient in the next bed struggling to sit up from the bed and drink Chinese medicine.

She rushed over, grabbed the enamel pot on the small cabinet, and poured it into the patient's mouth. "Give it to me. I don't believe I can't take care of you patients."

"Oh, it's so hot~" The patient screamed in pain because of the scalding medicine that was suddenly poured into his mouth.

In the blink of an eye, a blood bubble appeared in his mouth, and the little warrior's face was covered with tears and snot.