Chapter 195 Go find the little dumpling to think of a solution
It took Doctor Song a moment to realize what was happening.
"Is that all?" Doctor Song looked at the wound. Apart from the initial small suture, the later stitches looked very neat, which was strangely pleasing to the eye.
He coughed lightly and fixed his gaze on the little bundle of flesh in front of him.
If this suturing technique were used on the battlefield, it could probably save the lives of many soldiers!
Suddenly, Doctor Song understood why his master had asked him to choose this genius. His master was such an extraordinary person, so the person he chose must also be extraordinary!
"Okay, but we still need to be careful in the future. I think I'll get a fever tonight!" The little dumpling's voice was soft, and there was no extra fear or other emotion.
She appeared unusually calm when facing patients.
Suddenly, Mrs. Qian thought that letting the little dumpling study medicine might be a pretty good choice!
"Hmm, usually there should be a fever, but I can handle these!" Doctor Song's eyes were slightly complicated.
"Junior Sister, you and your mother should go back and rest early. I'll keep an eye on things here," Doctor Song said, looking at the tiny little dumpling.
Xiao Su Bao's health wasn't very good either. You could say that if this had happened to someone else, the child would probably be dead by now.
It's a miracle that Xiao Su Bao is still alive!
However, after Doctor Song finished speaking, the little dumpling shook its head.
She pursed her lips, a hint of worry in her eyes, and said, "I want to be with you!"
Zhao Yun is currently unconscious. If he heard what the little dumpling said, he would probably be very happy!
Qian felt a pang of tenderness in her heart, and she reached out and, unusually forcefully, pulled the little baby into her arms.
"There are so many people here, one more won't make a difference. You're just a little kid, you can't stay up all night!" Mrs. Qian said domineeringly, but couldn't resist ruffling the little dumpling's head.
But just as his hand reached halfway up the ground, his gaze unconsciously fell on the wound on the back of her head.
He gently touched her hair.
"But..." The little dumpling wanted to say something, but when she met Qian's worried eyes, she didn't say anything more.
"Okay!" The little dumpling obediently agreed and leaned against Qian's arms.
Madam Qian carried Xiao Su Bao back, while Tang Cheng stayed behind, keeping watch so he could help prepare anything they needed.
The little dumpling was probably too tired; she fell asleep before we even got home.
"Mother..." Little Su Bao, her eyes tightly closed, shed a tear and murmured softly.
Madam Qian's heart skipped a beat; she knew that the little dumpling was dreaming of her biological mother.
Mrs. Qian lowered her head and gently kissed the little baby's forehead.
"It's alright, Mother is here. Mother will never leave Xiao Su Bao again!" Madam Qian whispered, and the little dumpling's furrowed brows slowly relaxed.
The baby didn't sleep very well that night, but was alright in the latter half of the night.
However, Zhao Yun encountered a problem; unsurprisingly, he developed a fever.
Dr. Song tried many methods, but the fever just wouldn't come down!
In the end, I had no choice but to swallow my pride and ask the little dumpling for a solution.
Since Xiaosubao knows this treatment method, he must also know how to reduce fever!
An old man in his fifties was asking for a little dumpling...
However, with lives at stake, he couldn't care less about anything else; all he cared about was saving lives!
Just as Doctor Song came out to ask someone to call Xiao Su Bao over, he saw Madam Qian carrying the little dumpling over.
Little Su Bao opened her eyes, her cheeks slightly flushed. She saw Doctor Song give her a sweet, harmless smile.
"You..." Doctor Song was somewhat surprised.
Madam Qian quickly carried the little baby inside, saying, "Alright, now's not the time to talk, let's go inside and discuss this!"
Doctor Song nodded and hurriedly followed Qian and the others back.
Over here, neither Zhao Sanpao nor Zhao Laoda were asleep; they stood nervously to the side, watching Zhao Yun.
Ms. Qian led the little dumpling to the bedside. When the little baby saw the thick quilt, she frowned slightly, and with a tug, the quilt was pulled away.
"You can't cover it up!" she explained nervously after finishing.
She and the mute old woman never spoke to each other before, but the mute old woman would use gestures to communicate, and she could basically understand what the mute old woman was saying.
The mute old woman had saved people in the same way before. She touched Zhao Yun's hand, which was very cold, and then she touched his foot.
It's still very cold...
"He... has a fever, we need to bring it down quickly!" The little dumpling reached out and touched Zhao Yun's forehead.
Doctor Song hurried over and, seeing the little boy's actions, did not immediately deny it. Instead, he said, "We've already given him medicine and acupuncture, but the high fever just won't go down!"
Suddenly, Zhao Yun began to convulse, and he seemed to be in a bad state.
The little dumpling's expression suddenly changed...
This is exactly the same as what I just saw. If the fever continues, Zhao Yun might become mentally impaired...
"Wipe his wrists, armpits, and the insides of his legs with alcohol..." the little dumpling hurriedly said.
"Apply hot towels to his hands and feet..." Xiao Su Bao quickly said.
“Don’t be afraid, Su Bao…” Zhao Yun said in a hoarse voice, his eyes tightly closed.
Xiao Su Bao was taken aback, but she still quickly helped Zhao Yun rub his hands.
"Master Song... Senior Brother Song, where did you apply acupuncture just now?" Little Su Bao asked Doctor Song.
Doctor Song said, "Just now I used a three-edged needle to bleed his Dazhui acupoint... and I also pricked his Shaoshang acupoint, but his temperature only dropped slightly, and he still has a high fever!"
Little Su Bao pursed her lips, trying hard to recall how the mute old woman used to give people acupuncture.
Soon, the little dumpling opened its mouth wide: "Give me a needle!"
Doctor Song took out a silver needle and handed it to the little baby!
If people knew what he did today, they would be shocked to find that he sent a four-and-a-half-year-old child to save someone!
Is this a joke?
But Xiao Su Bao was so amazing that he couldn't help but feel excited.
But then, Little Su Bao, holding a silver needle in her small hand, grabbed Zhao Yun's hand with one hand and, in the next instant, pierced his fingertip.
The little dumpling was exceptionally focused when working, and her whole being exuded an ethereal quality.
Soon, Xiao Su Bao had pricked all ten of Zhao Yun's fingers.
Doctor Song stood aside and watched carefully. The more he looked, the brighter his eyes became. This junior sister was truly a prodigy!
Zhao Sanpao and Zhao Laoda were wiping Zhao Yun's body when Xiao Subao suddenly noticed a mark on the boy's wrist.
The little dumpling was stunned for a moment, blinking its eyes several times!
She looked at Zhao Yun's face, then at his arm, and a figure slowly appeared in her mind.
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