Chapter 349: You Can't Escape Even If You Want to]

When they arrived at the injured concentration point, there was a temporary shed built with rescued cotton mattresses on the ground.

Most of the people's injuries were not serious, but they had experienced the earthquake, lost their homes, and even lost their families. They huddled on the big shed, with a little sadness on their faces.

Because the disinfection conditions are not good nowadays, even if the injuries are not serious, they will feel uncomfortable.

Some people were still pinching their wounds through bandages and gauze, with a look of distress on their faces.

Some of the more seriously injured were lying on the ground groaning, and some were crying.

There were dozens of injured people gathered together, and the atmosphere was very depressing.

Ye Qingyue and Zhong Jun stepped into the shed, as if they were infected by the atmosphere, and their relaxed mood instantly fell.

"Doctor, these are the most seriously injured in the nearby villages."

The person in charge took Ye Qingyue and Zhong Yun to the corner of the shed, where there were three injured people. The most seriously injured one had skin and flesh torn on his leg and his bones were crooked. The other two had serious injuries on their arms and minor injuries and abrasions on other parts of their bodies.

The wounds of the three people looked like they had been cleaned, but they all had varying degrees of redness and swelling, and even inflammation and pus.

Zhong Yun's expression was solemn, "Didn't you disinfect it properly?"

Such a large wound, if not properly disinfected, might be infected and fatal!

The person in charge rubbed his hands nervously, "Doctor, you may not know this since you come from a big city. There is only one clinic in the village near us. There is not much anti-inflammatory water. A few bottles were dug out after the earthquake. They are all used by everyone, so..."

Zhong Jun's expression eased a little, and he said, "I'm sorry, I didn't think it through. I don't mean to blame you."

Fortunately, they brought a lot of medical supplies this time, and there was no shortage of disinfectant alcohol.

"Director Zhong, I will be in charge of this patient with a leg injury."

Ye Qingyue suddenly spoke.

It can be seen that this patient is the most difficult one, time-consuming and labor-intensive. With Zhong Jun's current condition, it will definitely be difficult to deal with.

"Can it be done?" Zhong Jun asked.

Ye Qingyue nodded.

"Then hurry up."

Zhong Jun didn't say much. Having worked with Ye Qingyue for so long, she still understood Ye Qingyue's ability. She would not question her all the time like others and waste time.

Ye Qingyue squatted down and put the medical box aside. She didn't start immediately, but said to the person in charge: "Bring a few more candles for lighting."

Under the current conditions, a malignant infection would kill people. She had to be more meticulous.

"Okay."

The person in charge thought Ye Qingyue was a nurse, an assistant, etc., but after listening to her conversation with Zhong Jun, he realized that this young girl was also a doctor. He was surprised, but still did as he was told.

Soon, the person in charge brought a few more candles, and the surrounding view became much clearer.

Ye Qingyue put on a cotton mask, and did not disdain the dirty legs of the injured person. She came closer to check, occasionally reaching out to press gently on a certain place, and asked the patient how he felt.

The injured person was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties or forties. Because he had been working in the fields for many years, his face looked a little haggard. Facing Ye Qingyue's question, he said in some pain: "It hurts! Little girl, I hurt everywhere! Don't ask, just treat me quickly!"

The barefoot doctor in the village did not dare to treat him, saying that the injury was too serious and something might happen if he was not careful.

He also knew that his injury was difficult to treat and he might have to amputate. The barefoot doctor did not want to take responsibility, so he did not treat him.

It has been almost a day since he was dug out. He felt like he was dying of pain. He saw that the person treating his injuries was actually a young girl. He felt a little desperate and could not bear to cooperate. He yelled at Ye Qingyue to treat his injuries as soon as possible.

The other injured people in the shed heard the noise and looked over here.

"Does that girl look about 20?"

"Is she really a doctor at such a young age?"

"Does she know how to treat illnesses? I think Old Zhao is dying of pain. Don't let her really make him sick..."

People around were talking.

It was quiet at night. Even if they kept their voices down, Ye Qingyue could hear the doubts about her.

She said without changing her expression, "I have to find out the situation clearly before I can treat you. What if I do something wrong and your leg becomes disabled?"

Ye Qingyue's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and everyone in the shed heard it. There

was silence all around.

The middle-aged man called Lao Zhao scratched his ear subconsciously: "What did you say? Can my leg be cured?"

This bloody and broken bone...

The barefoot doctor in the village said that he had to amputate it!

Ye Qingyue said: "If you cooperate with the treatment, the chances of saving your leg are still very high."

Lao Zhao stared at Ye Qingyue with wide eyes, as if wondering whether what she said was true or not.

Zhong Yun, who was cleaning the wounds of other patients, could not stand it anymore. She said directly: "Comrade, Dr. Ye is one of the attending doctors of our Beijing No. 1 Hospital, and she is also the youngest attending doctor in all the major hospitals in Beijing! If her ability is not up to standard, few doctors dare to say that they can do it! Don't dawdle here, cooperate with her treatment quickly! Don't delay the best treatment time!"

Zhong Yun usually looks good-tempered, but when it comes to the critical moment, she is also impatient.

In addition, Zhong Yun is protective of her shortcomings, and she can't stand these people pointing fingers at Ye Qingyue.

"Oh... OK, OK!"

After being taught a lesson by Zhong Yun, although Lao Zhao still had some grumbles in his heart, he still nodded obediently and explained his physical condition to Ye Qingyue.

Ye Qingyue was not idle either. While Lao Zhao was talking, she felt his pulse and measured his temperature.

Glancing at the mercury thermometer, she frowned. Sure enough, Lao Zhao had a fever and showed signs of infection.

"Take an anti-inflammatory drug first."

Ye Qingyue asked the person in charge to bring the water cup, "Wash your hands before taking the medicine, as illness enters the body through the mouth."

"Got it."

Lao Zhao thought that if Ye Qingyue could really hold her legs, it would be okay for her to be obedient. He quickly woke up his son who was dozing off next to him, asked him to fetch some water, wash his hands, and take the anti-inflammatory drug.

After he took the medicine, Ye Qingyue took out a glass bottle of alcohol, uncorked it, and said, "It's a little painful, bear with it."

After that, she poured alcohol on Lao Zhao's wound.

The next second, a miserable scream broke through the sky above the shed.

The medical staff who had just fallen asleep on the other side were all awakened.

"What's going on? What happened? Another earthquake?"

...

Inside the shed.

Many injured people huddled together, trembling as they looked at Ye Qingyue, who was holding Lao Zhao's injured leg with one hand to prevent him from moving, and with the other hand, she was steadily pouring alcohol to clean the wound -

this little girl was a ruthless person!

Lao Zhao was in so much pain that his whole body was almost twisted into maggots, but the injured leg held by Ye Qingyue could not move.

Ye Qingyue was still speaking slowly, "Your son is still watching. If you are a man, set an example for him and don't scream here."

Old Zhao's son: "..." Actually... there is no need for his father to fight so hard...

Old Zhao, who was in so much pain that he wanted to smash his head on the ground: "..." He just wanted to strangle himself who looked down on Ye Qingyue ten minutes ago. Look at this ruthless person. What do you have to look down on her?

Ah!!!

It hurts so much!!!

Why is this little girl's hand so strong!!!

He wants to escape -

but he can't escape!!!