"The doctor is here, please wait a moment," Ding Zhi said.
Ding Zhi hadn't expected so many people to come to the pharmacy today. It wasn't that they wouldn't let patients come to the pharmacy for treatment, but rather that the pharmacy was already full of patients and there was simply no way to accommodate any more.
The doctor examined the little girl's eyelids, then lifted her sleeve for a closer look, and frowned. This was the second girl with the same symptoms that day.
The little girl's arms were covered with tiny, red, swollen wounds, as if she had been pricked by something.
There were so many wounds that the entire arm looked swollen.
Not only on the arms, but also on the feet, face, and neck.
Because it was in public, the doctor did not lift the girl's clothes to check her.
However, when he gently placed his hand on the little girl's back, she couldn't help but cry out in pain.
It's likely that the little girl's back injury isn't much better.
"I'll prescribe some medicine for her to relieve some of the pain, and then I'll use mugwort to fumigate her wound. Once the wound heals, she'll be fine."
Fortunately, the wounds are not deep and are not fatal. As long as they are treated in time and prevented from worsening, they will recover after a period of rest.
"Thank you, doctor. Thank you, doctor." The middle-aged man was relieved after hearing this and went into the pharmacy to get his medicine, led by Ding Zhi.
The doctor then went to the little girl who had just arrived, and was stunned when he saw her symptoms.
What's going on?
This is the third one.
The doctor took the pulse and confirmed it was indeed the case.
One or two cases could be accidents, but three cases at the same time can't be considered accidents.
The doctor asked, "How did your sister get injured?"
The man was taken aback, and stammered, "It was an accident, an accidental stab."
Who would stab themselves so many times they'd be riddled with holes?
The families of the two girls in front said the same thing.
The doctor had seen many patients and understood that these people all had their own unspeakable difficulties, so he stopped asking.
He instructed another Ding Zhi to take someone inside to get the medicine.
Just then, the little girl who had been standing at the door suddenly burst into tears, crying, "Grandpa, Grandpa, what's wrong, Grandpa?"
Upon hearing this, the doctor immediately went over, looked at her for a while, and sighed, "Little girl, go back now, your grandfather has already passed away."
"No, no, please, doctor, my grandfather isn't dead! Please save him, doctor!" The little girl grabbed the doctor's leg, preventing him from leaving.
Ding Zhi, who was standing nearby, quickly came over and pulled the girl away. "Girl, please accept my condolences. Girl, the dead cannot be brought back to life. Don't be too sad."
"No, it's impossible! My grandfather isn't dead! My grandfather can't be dead! Doctor, please take another look! Doctor!" The little girl tried to pull the doctor away, but Ding Zhi held her back tightly.
The doctor sighed again and turned to go into the pharmacy.
It wasn't that he was heartless, but as a doctor, he had seen far too much of life, aging, sickness, and death.
He's just an ordinary doctor, not a god; there are some illnesses he truly can't treat.
The little girl collapsed to the ground, hugging the old man's body and crying uncontrollably.
Although those around her sympathized with her, even the doctors couldn't help her, so what could they do?
Some kind-hearted older women tried to persuade her, but the little girl seemed not to hear them and just kept crying.
Just then, someone walked up to her and asked, "May I take a look at your grandfather?"
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