There was a commotion inside the house, and after a while, the old wooden door creaked open from the inside. Standing behind the door was a man, probably in his thirties or forties, leaning on a cane. Although his feet were covered by his trousers, even from a distance, one could still smell a somewhat foul, fishy odor.
The man saw his fourth uncle, and although his face showed suspicion, he still smiled.
"Fourth Uncle, what brings you here? Isn't it supposed to be a few more days before the dressing is changed?"
Fourth Uncle stepped forward:
"The station wasn't busy today, so I came out for a walk. I happened to be passing by your house, so I thought I'd come in and check on you. How's your wound doing these past few days? How are you feeling?"
The man, limping and leaning on a cane, stood to the side and invited Fourth Uncle inside.
"I'm fine, much better than before. Fourth Uncle, please come in and have a seat. And these two are...."
"Oh, two little kids~"
kid?
Fourth Uncle, are you sure?
Ye Wanying's face twitched.
"Please come in, both of you."
Since he was a friend of Fourth Uncle, the man naturally couldn't leave him outside.
After entering the house, Fourth Uncle had the man lie down on the wooden bed inside, and then skillfully pulled down the man's trousers.
Upon seeing the injury on the man's leg, Ye Wanying narrowed her eyes instantly.
Fourth Uncle's gaze also narrowed slightly, but he ultimately beckoned to Ye Wanying:
"Come and take a closer look."
Forehead?
The man lying on the bed felt a little uncomfortable. His fourth uncle had always been the one to take care of him, and suddenly it was a woman. He felt really embarrassed. His legs were disgusting to look at.
His wife, with whom he had been in a relationship for over ten years, still left him and ran off with another man because of this, didn't she?
However, it's clear that this man was overthinking things.
Men and women, even if they were naked and laid out in front of her, to Ye Wanying, they were just skeletons. There was nothing she could do; she had seen too many corpses, and there was not much difference between the living and the dead.
So, I really don't think there's anything wrong with it.
There's a common saying in the medical field since ancient times: In the eyes of a doctor, there is no distinction between men and women.
Ye Wanying bent down and whispered a few words in her son's ear, essentially telling him not to come forward and to stay where he was. Then she stepped forward herself, subtly blocking her son's view.
Upon closer inspection, the wounds on the man's leg became more apparent.
"What did you see?" Fourth Uncle suddenly asked.
Ye Wanying didn't answer. She pressed around the wound a few times before slowly saying:
"Eighty percent of the surrounding skin is necrotic, and the bone inside cannot be seen without instruments."
With the naked eye, you can only see the surface; you can't see the bone inside without instruments, unless you have X-ray vision.
Fourth Uncle nodded a few times, acknowledging Ye Wanying's observations, and then continued to ask:
Do you think there's still any possibility of a cure?
Forehead?
No doctor can guarantee 100% certainty about this. Even a minor cold can kill someone, let alone the fact that the area around this person's wound—no, almost the entire calf muscle—is necrotic. We don't even know if this person has developed sepsis yet.
I will not draw any conclusions before a thorough examination.
“Gao’s wife, you’ve seen it too. The checkup is so expensive. Ordinary families can’t afford it…” Not to mention that this villager’s family is almost destitute now. The empty house has nothing but a table, a few stools, and a wooden bed.
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