"Time is running out!" He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and took a deep breath. He stared at the sea in the dark night again.
Sigh, a sigh was dispersed by the sound of the waves.
It was dawn. A new day had begun.
In the mountain village, there were fewer patients than the previous two days. No one came at noon, so Wang Yao could go home for lunch.
"That's good," Zhang Xiuying said as she served the rice. "There are so many people. How can we not have time to eat?"
"It doesn't matter if it's a meal or two," Wang Yao said with a smile.
"That won't do." She was a mother who loved her son.
While eating, a phone call came. It was from Su Xiaoxue.
"Hello, Xiaoxue."
"It's me, brother-in-law." Su Zhixing's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"What's the matter, brother?"
"Where are you? Have you gone home?"
Su Zhixing asked. "At home, eating," Su Zhixing said.
"Are Uncle and Auntie there?"
"Yes," Su Zhixing said.
"Say hello to them for me," Su Zhixing said.
"OK, don't you have anything else to say?" Wang Yao said.
"Ah, there is one more thing I need to trouble you with," Su Zhixing said.
"What is it?"
Wang Yao asked. "I have a comrade who is seriously injured. Can you take a look at him?" Su Zhixing asked.
"Where is he now?"
Wang Yao asked. "He's still in the army hospital," Su Zhixing said. "If you agree, I'll tell him he can go to the clinic in the mountain village to find you."
"Well, can you find a way to send me a copy of his case so I can be prepared?" Wang Yao said. "As for the time, they can come at any time. I'll be in the clinic in the mountain village for the next few days and won't go out."
"OK, I'll tell them right away," Su Zhixing said. "I'll let you know in advance when the time is confirmed."
After chatting for a while, he hung up.
"Xiaoxue's brother?" Zhang Xiuying asked.
She had heard the conversation between the two of them, including Su Zhixing calling him brother-in-law. This meant that Su Xiaoxue's family recognized her son, which made her very happy.
"Yes, one of his comrades was injured, so he wanted to come over and take a look," Wang Yao said.
"Then we'll have to see. Let's see these warriors first," Wang Fenghua said.
"Yes, I think so too." Wang Yao said that in order of arrival, there should also be an order of priority. Among them, there should be some special cases, such as the seriously ill, the old, the weak, women, and children, as well as those respectable soldiers.
"Let's eat first."
"Yes, let's eat."
In the capital, in Su Zhixing's ward.
"He agreed?"
"Yes," Su Zhixing said. "Let's take a look at the case first. He can receive patients at any time. In fact, I can also ask him to make a house call."
"It's okay. He happens to be near Qi Province. It's not too far to go there. You also said that his medical center has more complete medicinal herbs. It's better to go to his medical center."
"Please send him a copy of the medical records as soon as possible."
"I'll arrange for someone to do it right away."
"By the way, when does his clinic close? I'll arrange for someone to send the case over today."
"Just arrange for someone to send it over," Su Zhixing said. "I'll give him a call then."
"Well, I'll arrange for someone to go over immediately."
In the mountain village, the sun had already set over the mountain.
It's another day. Wang Yao was not in a hurry to leave. He was waiting for someone. Su Zhixing said that someone would send the case of the injured warrior that afternoon and asked him to wait in the clinic, so he waited.
At about 6 p.m., he heard the sound of a car outside, followed by a knock on the door.
Please come in!
He shouted from the outside.
"What a clear voice!" The soldier who was knocking on the door said to himself after hearing it.
He pushed the door open and entered. The layout of the courtyard was very exquisite.
"Well, it's a beautiful small courtyard."
After entering the room, he saw a handsome young man who looked to be in his 20s. He seemed to be a few years younger than him.
"Hello, are you Dr. Wang Yao?"
"That's me. Have you brought the case?"
"This is the case. Please take a look." The warrior handed over a file bag with both hands.
Wang Yao took the file and flipped through it. The soldier had received a gunshot wound. The wound was in the lung. The bullet had pierced the lung lobe. The injury was very serious. The key problem was that the bullet seemed to be poisonous, which had spread to other parts of the body.
"Three days?" Wang Yao frowned slightly when he saw the time.
"When will the person come?"
Wang Yao asked. "He's on the way," the soldier said. "He'll arrive at the clinic tomorrow morning."
"Well, leave the case with me," Wang Yao said. "You can go back first."
"OK, thank you!" The soldier saluted Wang Yao.
"You're welcome." Wang Yao got up and sent the soldier out of the door. After returning to the house, he called Su Zhixing.
"Have you received the case?"
Wang Yao asked. "Yes," Su Zhixing said. "Did this injured soldier carry out the same mission as you?"
"Yes, the same person," Su Zhixing said. "It's very likely that they faced the same group of enemies. They sacrificed six soldiers, and one of them was seriously injured. That's the case you took." "They heard that you had detoxified our toxins, so they wanted to ask for your help."
"I see," Wang Yao said.
"Please," Su Zhixing said seriously.
"As long as he's still breathing, I can save him," Wang Yao calmly said.
"Thank you."
"I heard you!" After Su Zhixing hung up the phone, he spoke to a man in his thirties standing next to him in a military uniform.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome," Su Zhixing said. "Hurry up and send him over."
"OK."
The man in the military uniform then left.
"As long as he's still breathing, he can save him," Su Zhixing said. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. This is really arrogant, but I like it!"
In the mountain village, in the clinic, Wang Yao took out his mobile phone and posted on Weibo. He had something to do the next day, so the clinic would be closed and would not receive patients. He had set aside a day for the soldier who was about to arrive.
At night, on Nanshan Hill, the lights were like beans.
The crackling sound of firewood burning could be heard.
Wang Yao was decocting medicine.
One was Detoxification powder, and the other was Regather soup.
He would use both the decoctions the next day.
"I'm afraid it's going to rain tomorrow."
The next morning, the sky was gloomy, and the air was stuffy. It was uncomfortable, but the village was slightly better.
At about 9 a.m., two army vehicles entered the mountain village. One was a jeep, and the other was a medical vehicle.
"Why are there army vehicles here?"
"Are they looking for Wang Yao?"
"No way."
Under the gaze of several villagers, the two vehicles stopped outside the clinic at the south end of the village.
"It's true!"
At this moment, they were all stunned.
Two officers got out of the car and entered the clinic.
"Hello, Dr. Wang, my name is Cheng Haidong," Cheng Haidong said.
"Hello, where is the patient?"
Cheng Haidong asked. "He's outside. Are you ready?"
"OK, bring him in," Cheng Haidong said.
After a while, the patient was carried in. He was followed by medical staff with an intravenous drip. The two medical staff looked at Wang Yao with suspicion. Yesterday, when they heard that the critically ill soldier was going to be transferred to another hospital, they strongly disagreed because his situation was very dangerous. It was very likely that an uncontrollable accident would occur during the transfer process, which would directly endanger his life. However, the other party's leader insisted on it. They also received instructions from the hospital's leader to fully cooperate. They originally thought that the soldier would be transferred to a few big hospitals in Beijing or Shanghai. They didn't expect to come to such a small mountain village and see such a young doctor.
Was this a joke?
What were these people thinking? What were the leaders thinking? Had their brains been kicked by a donkey?
Wang Yao gently checked the soldier's wound. It was a gunshot wound. The wound had been infected and festered. The body around it was black. His face was black, and his breath was as light as the wind.
"It's very dangerous!"
"Of course it's dangerous!" the young nurse who accompanied the soldier said angrily.
"Xiao Li!"
"I'm fine." Wang Yao smiled and waved his hand.
"Detoxify him first."
Wang Yao took out the Detoxification powder prepared in advance and gave it to the soldier to take.
As for the wound? He carefully looked at it.
"You all go out." He looked up at the people in the room.
"Ah?!" The people in the room, especially the accompanying military doctor and the nurse, were stunned.
"Go out. I want to give him a special treatment."
"What?" Everyone looked at Cheng Haidong.
"Let's go." He took the lead and went out.
"Dr. Wang, please save him," he said solemnly. He said solemnly before he left. He had a lot to do on this trip, and his leader was also taking a great risk. If something went wrong, he would be in big trouble.
"Don't worry." Wang Yao smiled slightly. He had a card up his sleeve. He was confident and calm.
Several people went out one after another. The military doctor and the nurse were obviously unwilling. They went straight out of the courtyard, but the door was still open.
After coming out, the young nurse couldn't help but ask, "Captain Cheng, aren't you worried?"
"He's so young. What kind of superb medical skills can he have? This is simply child's play!"
"Su Zhixing and Meng Wushuang were saved by him." Cheng Haidong's simple words stunned the young nurse.
"Their injuries were not that serious," the nurse said. "The bullet directly pierced their lungs. Moreover, the bullet was highly poisonous."
"Silence." Cheng Haidong's simple words made them silent.
The nurse was still pouting. She was very dissatisfied.
In the clinic, Wang Yao had a small box in his hand. After opening it, there was a black jade-like ointment that exuded a unique medicinal fragrance.
The ointment for continuing life was used to make up for defects.
He took a small piece with his hand and gently smeared it on the injured soldier's wound.
The ointment was absorbed by the body near the wound at a speed visible to the naked eye. In a short while, it disappeared.
Then, Wang Yao's hands moved like two swallows flying back and forth. He quickly massaged and patted the soldier's body. In a very short time, he stimulated several major meridians and dozens of acupoints.
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