Chapter 77 What Are You Afraid of
The town's health hospital had not seen such injured patients for a long time.
Just a glance at the cloth strips tightly tied around the injured person's arms had already been completely soaked in red.
For a while, the hospital's doctors in white coats were busy like headless flies.
But when the doctors saw Wang Ziru break into the pharmacy, before they could see her face clearly, someone shouted in a hurry: "Comrade, you can't just come into the pharmacy. Come out and wait outside."
"You carry germs with you, and it will be a big problem if you contaminate the pharmacy."
Wang Ziru was also familiar with the layout of the health hospital in the 1980s. Although there were not many types of Western medicines, it was responsible for treating the people in the entire town.
A comprehensive range of medicines is needed.
She quickly found the anti-inflammatory and analgesic western medicines on the glass shelf which contained various western medicine boxes.
"Comrade, what are you doing?!" Two doctors rushed into the pharmacy and were about to stop this ignorant village woman who broke into the pharmacy without warning.
In an instant, Wang Ziru opened the glass door and took out several medicines with swift movements.
When I turned around, I met eyes with several doctors.
Only a few days had passed, and their previous deep impression of Wang Ziru was still fresh in their minds.
So, when several doctors from the health hospital saw Wang Ziru's highly recognizable face, they immediately remembered this person, who had helped them rescue a woman in labor with an abnormal fetal position some time ago.
"It's you!"
"Hey, isn't this Sister Wang Ziru?"
“You, you, you…”
The two female doctors gave the injured person a preliminary examination. Seeing that the wound was tied with a cloth, they did not dare to open the cloth to check the specific situation.
He turned back to the pharmacy and suddenly recognized Wang Ziru.
Especially the young female doctor mentioned earlier.
She specializes in various diseases of lesbians, so during this period of time she was thinking that if she met Wang Ziru again, she would definitely ask her for advice on midwifery.
I was pleasantly surprised to see Wang Ziru again.
Zhai Ximo stood tall beside the bed.
Looking at the stalemate in the pharmacy, he hesitated for a moment, then strode over, and his stern face appeared outside the glass window of the pharmacy.
"Zi Ru, do you know how to use medicine?"
Wang Ziru looked back at the man and nodded, "Don't worry, this thing won't be a problem for me."
But in order to dispel the distrust of the doctors in the health hospital, Wang Ziru said directly: "The injured one is our eldest brother, he is a soldier's family member, I hope you can give convenience and leave the bandaging to me, I will be responsible for anything that happens."
Several doctors shut up in dismay.
In this day and age, if a family has a soldier, they must be helped in every way.
After some explanation.
Several doctors watched helplessly as the village woman, who was wearing a flowered cotton shirt, two black braids hanging from her shoulders and a nylon scarf around her neck, skillfully arranged the infusion bottle.
The female doctor before had already seen that Wang Ziru had indeed studied medicine.
She took out all kinds of anti-inflammatory and analgesic drugs from the drug cabinet, but these analgesic drugs are not commonly used in the hospital.
But she...
Holding a glass syringe, he seemed to be mixing liquid medicine.
"Take out all the bandages and get ready. You don't have to do any work later. I'll do the stitches." Wang Ziru found a sterilized metal syringe from the aluminum box.
While preparing the medicine, he gave instructions to several doctors in an orderly manner.
The doctors finally came to their senses and hurriedly began to prepare disinfectant, gauze, and suture needles for bandaging.
A minute later, Wang Ziru walked out of the pharmacy holding a white porcelain plate with the words "For Health Hospital Only" printed on the outside.
Inside the porcelain plate is a prepared infusion bottle.
As well as medical tape and IV tubes.
He walked to the bed and placed the porcelain plate beside it.
After taking a look at his elder brother Zhai Qingsong's slightly pale face, he said in a gentle voice, "Brother, don't be afraid, don't be anxious, don't panic. The wound looks big, but as long as it is treated properly, it will soon recover."
Zhai Qingsong was indeed feeling a little tired due to blood loss. He leaned on the quilt of the hospital bed and called out weakly, "Sister-in-law..."
"Take a rest and don't worry about anything else."
Zhai Ximo's eyes were slightly calm, his gaze fixed on his wife.
Although he had deep doubts in his heart, when they were having breakfast at his father-in-law's house in the morning, his brother-in-law pulled his sister into the house to look at the photos.
Sitting in the main room, he could hear clearly what the siblings and brother said in the inner room.
He served in the army for five years, three of which were spent on the battlefield, and he also served as a scout, so he has developed particularly sharp hearing.
I used to be amazed at how my wife, who had only graduated from junior high school, could understand such profound medical knowledge.
When he heard his brother-in-law holding a photo of an old friend and asking for his sister, Zhai Ximo's doubts seemed to be answered instantly.
If his guess was correct, before his wife married him, she was engaged to a wealthy family in the county town.
Because she was engaged to her husband's family in the county town, Wang Ziru was invited to stay there for a while.
Later, that person enlisted in the army and also went to the south of the colorful clouds to serve as a soldier...
Now that the old matter was brought up again, Zhai Ximo had to take it seriously. He also wanted to find an opportunity to deceive his wife.
Back then, given the poverty of the Zhai family, his wife had seen the big world of the county town, and logically she would have looked down on a poor rural boy like him.
The past is too painful to recall.
Zhai Ximo brushed away the chaotic past in his mind and stared at his wife's every move.
Wang Ziru hung the infusion bottle on an infusion rack next to the bed.
Then, he bent over, grabbed Zhai Qingsong's other arm, and used a cotton swab dipped in medicine to clean the area on the back of his hand where the infusion was about to be injected.
"No, Sister Ziru, he is injured. Should we bandage the wound first?" The young female doctor blushed, pointed at Zhai Qingsong's arm, and asked uncertainly.
"He lost too much blood and was caught in a cold. I don't know how many bacteria were brought into the wound along the way. So before bandaging the wound, use body fluids and anti-inflammatory drugs first. On the other hand, prevent tetanus from happening. Do you understand?"
Several doctors at the health hospital were enlightened after hearing this.
Usually, several doctors in a health hospital treat such patients.
Most of them would first give the injured person stitches and bandages. If the injured person did not request for oral Western medicine, they would also consider their fellow villagers and not let them spend that money.
After all, the common people here don’t have much money, and some of the villagers who were injured were even unwilling to come to the health hospital for bandaging.
But just deal with it at home.
As a result, many people unfortunately became infected with bacteria, developed inflammation, and even abscesses and fluid discharge, and were forced to be sent to the hospital by their families for formal bandaging treatment.
"Hey! Comrade, do you know how to give an injection? This is no joke. If you puncture a blood vessel, it will be fatal. Let's leave the infusion to our professionals." A slightly plump male doctor wearing black-framed glasses hurriedly stopped him.
Wang Ziru raised her eyes and glanced at the fat man's face indifferently. "My elder brother does some heavy work all year round. The veins on the back of his hand are so obvious. How can I puncture his blood vessels?"
You can get in with your eyes closed.
"no……"
The next moment.
The five or six men who had escorted Zhai Qingsong all the way, as well as several doctors from the health hospital, surrounded the bed.
Even the tractor driver parked his tractor outside the hospital.
Then they ran in to watch.
They held their breath, fearing that Wang Ziru might cause someone to die.
Under the watchful eyes of dozens of people, Wang Ziru took the needle and quickly inserted it into the middle blood vessel on the back of her hand.
After adjusting the dosage of the IV, she turned around and said, "Give me the tape."
The slightly plump male doctor wearing glasses clumsily took the medical scissors, cut three strips from a roll of white medical tape, and handed it to Wang Ziru.
Wang Ziru took the tape, glanced at the crookedly cut tape, and stuck it on the place where the needle was inserted on the back of Zhai Qingsong's hand.
"You guys have nothing to do, so you can practice cutting tape to get familiar with the various operations."
Several doctors blushed upon hearing this.
"Which of you is a surgeon?"
Several people in white coats pointed their fingers at the plump male doctor who had just helped cut the tape.
"My last name is Chen, sister, you can call me Doctor Chen," Doctor Chen said as he prepared to start working.
Wang Ziru glanced at him, and after half a second, said, "Help me."
Doctor Chen's face tensed immediately. He never expected that as a professional surgeon he would be humiliated by a village woman.
"You are the village's female barefoot doctor, right? Although you may have more experience than me, I can tell you..."
Wang Ziru didn't have time to listen to his chatter, so she walked around the end of the bed.
Walked to the other side of the bed.
"Go find me a mask. If you have a white coat, you can also give me one."
"Good! There just happened to be a white coat that had been washed in the health center."
Someone brought a rough gauze mask.
Dr. Chen took the mask that his colleague found and handed it to Wang Ziru.
"Is this old?" Wang Ziru took it and immediately frowned.
"Just use it for now. We wear them for a few days, take them home to wash, and bring them back when they are dry." Doctor Chen nodded randomly.
"No, give me a new one, a brand new mask that has not been used by anyone else. I am a germaphobe."
Under Wang Ziru's tough request, someone hurried back to find a new gauze mask.
This old-fashioned mask has multiple layers of cotton gauze overlapping on the front, with two very long straps at the top and bottom that are tied behind the head.
"Let me help you." Seeing this, Zhai Ximo came behind his wife, took the mask strap from his wife's hand very naturally, and carefully tied the two long straps behind his head.
After tying it, he also smoothed the thin white cotton ribbon that hung between his wife's dark braids.
It looked particularly beautiful and seemed to give him an invisible power.
He believed his wife could handle today's matter.
"Okay," he said softly.
"oh."
Wang Ziru put on a white coat that had just been washed and dried in the clinic over her flowery tunic, and put on a white hat.
He took a red painted clinic chair and sat beside the bed.
The young female doctor held a white medical surgical tray in both hands, while Dr. Chen stood opposite Wang Ziru, helping her.
There was a piece of gauze on the side of the bed.
"Pass me the anesthetic I prepared..." She carefully grabbed Zhai Qingsong's injured arm and said without turning her head.
Someone rushed into the pharmacy and found the metal syringe from the porcelain tray.
He came over and handed it to Wang Ziru respectfully, "Sister Ziru, this is the anesthetic you prepared earlier."
The tractor driver who was watching saw the metal syringe in the doctor's hand and said, "Is one shot enough? On the way here just now, Lao Zhai peed inside my tractor."
"Can this thing be eaten? It's just a local anesthesia, one injection is enough." Wang Ziru said unhappily.
The man smiled awkwardly and shut up.
Dozens of heads held their breath as Wang Ziru untied the cloth strips on the wound one by one. They all wanted to see the wound, but were afraid of seeing the horrifying scene.
"Ah?! The wound is so long! And so deep..."
Doctor Chen, who was standing opposite Wang Ziru, happened to be standing at the head of the bed. He finally saw the victim's injuries clearly and cried out.
"If your family had told you earlier that the wound was so deep, I would have sent you directly to the county hospital."
Wang Ziru raised her eyes, "What are you afraid of?"
"What else could it be? It must be that our country clinic has never seen a patient with such a wound." Doctor Chen's fat face turned red with anxiety.