Before Master Pang could finish speaking, Xiao Nuo disappeared from the canteen in a flash.
Master Pang smiled and said to himself, "This girl is beautiful and sensible. She is a good match for Dr. Ding."
Then he took out a small notebook and looked at the secret method he had just written down with an intoxicated face. "These little bastards are lucky. What Dr. Ding taught me is enough to make my cooking skills reach a new level, hehe!"
Wang Guoliang was a border guard. During a border station inspection last night, he had a conflict with a drug dealer and exchanged fire. Although he succeeded in taking down the drug dealer, his right leg was also injured by a grenade.
Although the steel ball was taken out after emergency treatment, his leg bone had been comminuted and a large area of muscle tissue necrosis had appeared. After consultation, the doctors announced that he could only amputate his leg.
When he heard the news, he felt that the sky was going to collapse. He was only 21 years old this year and had a long life ahead of him, but he could only spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
What was more unacceptable was that he had to be discharged early because of his disability and leave his beloved military career.
He was the second oldest in his family. His brother was killed because he refused to help drug dealers transport drugs. He once swore in front of his brother's cold body that he would catch the drug dealer who killed his brother and avenge his brother.
But now, he couldn't realize his vow and had to be discharged early with a disabled body, which made him, who had always been known as a tough man, cry bitterly.
His comrades silently surrounded his ward with red eyes, but they didn't know how to comfort this brave soldier.
Every year, there were countless frontline soldiers who were discharged because of disability. Wang Guoliang was not the first one, nor would he be the last one.
Although they had been psychologically prepared from the day they became border guards, they still couldn't accept the reality when it came to the end and their comrades were killed.
These men, who bled but did not shed tears, choked with sobs and let their tears flow freely. There were thousands of words of comfort, but they couldn't say it, and could only turn into silent crying.
Especially Zhang Ziqiang, the comrade who was saved by Wang Guoliang under his body and escaped the disaster, cried even louder.
Self-blame and guilt made this tough man kneel in front of the doctor and keep kowtowing. His forehead was blue and even bleeding, and he begged bitterly, "Please, doctor, save him.
"Please, doctor, save him. He's still young, he's only twenty-one years old. He got injured because he was trying to save me. Sob, sob, sob. Nowadays, medical skills are so advanced. Can you transplant my leg to him? Please, doctor, please …"
Listening to Zhang Ziqiang's pleading like a cuckoo crying blood, his tenderness made people cry.
Even though the attending doctor Fang Mingyang had long been used to this scene, he still couldn't help but be moved. His eyes were red. He closed them sadly and said apologetically,
"I'm sorry, but the current medical standards are not up to this level. A large area of tissue necrosis has already appeared in his leg, and it's spreading. If we don't amputate it immediately, I'm afraid his life will be in danger."
Zhang Ziqiang collapsed to the ground as if all the strength in his body had been sucked out. He let out a desperate howl like a wolf. "Why, why did it turn out like this? "Guoliang, I'm sorry. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have …"
"Brother Qiang, don't say it. It's just amputation. I still have a leg. Compared with those dead comrades, I have gained. Don't cry, don't cry … "
Wang Guoliang comforted Zhang Ziqiang with tears in his eyes. Zhang Ziqiang hugged Wang Guoliang with red eyes and cried bitterly.
Men didn't cry easily because they were not sad. Comrades gathered around and hugged the two, letting the tears flow freely. The choking sound made those who heard it cry and those who saw it sad.
Fang Mingyang stood aside and turned his head, secretly wiping the tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes. Even if as a doctor, he should not have the performance to affect the patient's mood, he still couldn't control his emotions when facing this group of the most lovely people.
"Doctor Fang, can you show me his medical records and radiographic films?"
A young voice suddenly sounded, which was so eye-catching in the choking sobs.
Fang Mingyang looked at Ding Ning in astonishment and asked doubtfully, "You are?"
"I'm Ding Ning, a doctor from Ninghai. Captain Zhou Yaozu can confirm my identity."
Ding Ning said humbly. He just came to the medical station out of habit. He didn't expect to encounter such a scene. He was deeply moved by the deep friendship of these soldiers, so he decided to take action.
Muscle tissue was strongly affected by external forces and had a large area of necrosis. In the view of Western medicine, it was basically incurable and could only be treated by amputation.
But in the view of traditional Chinese medicine, there was no untreatable injury in this world. It was just that the level of the doctor could not reach it.
Muscle tissue necrosis was only caused by external damage to blood vessels, muscles and meridians, which led to the body's inability to circulate autonomously, thus causing muscle tissue necrosis.
As long as blood vessels were dredged, meridians were reorganized, broken bones were restored, and the self-healing function of the human body was activated, cell metabolism would stimulate muscle growth.
"Doctor Ding? It turns out to be you. Hello, I've heard of you. I live in the same dormitory with Yaozu. Last night, he came back in the middle of the night and told me about you. He praised you very much. I also said that I would find time to ask you for advice. The toxicity of Antiaris toxicaria is incurable, especially in the mainland. The toxicity of Antiaris toxicaria is not a joke, but you managed to make the poisoned soldier live for two hours. It's really amazing. How did you do it? "
What Ding Ning didn't expect was that Fang Mingyang knew him very well. As soon as Ding Ning introduced himself, he immediately reached out his hand enthusiastically.
Ding Ning held his hand and smiled shyly. "I'm a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner. I used a method that can delay the spread of the toxicity. It's not worth mentioning. But our top priority now is the injury of this soldier. Can I see his medical records and radiographic films?"
"Yes, of course. Xiao Liu, go and get Wang Guoliang's medical records and radiographic films."
Fang Mingyang was also a very straightforward person. He ordered a pretty little nurse behind him to get the medical records. He held Ding Ning's hand and did not let go. He sighed and poured out his grievances.
"To be honest, it's really annoying to be a military doctor, especially in our frontier hospital. It's a great torture to our body and mind. Every time we see their injuries, we can't do anything. Our hearts hurt like needles. I don't care if you laugh at me. Every time I see these lovely soldiers injured or even killed in order to protect our frontier, I can't help but want to shed tears and hate my incompetence."
"This shows that Doctor Fang is a man of temperament. Military doctors face a relatively single target, all brave soldiers. It's normal for them to have some mood swings. Unlike the doctors in the mainland, who can contact with all kinds of people and are used to life and death, they become numb. I can understand Doctor Fang's mood. Just like this soldier, it's the first time for me to see such a scene. I can't help but be moved, so I want to have a try. I don't know if Doctor Fang can give me a chance."
Ding Ning's good impression of Fang Mingyang doubled. Compared with the doctors in the big hospitals in the mainland who had long been numb to life and death, these military doctors were as lovely as those fearless soldiers.
Fang Mingyang looked at Wang Guoliang with embarrassment. "From my point of view, of course, I hope that Doctor Ding can bring Wang Guoliang back to life and not let Wang Guoliang bear the pain of amputation. But we must consult the superior's opinion and Wang Guoliang's own opinion. May I ask, Doctor Ding, how sure are you that you can cure Wang Guoliang without amputation?"
Ding Ning thought for a moment and replied confidently, "Now I dare not say how sure I am. Let me check him first."
At this moment, Wang Guoliang's comrades stopped crying and looked at Doctor Fang and Ding Ning eagerly.
Zhang Ziqiang clenched his fists and stared at Ding Ning. His eyes were full of hope. He was willing to pay any price to prevent Wang Guoliang from amputation.
"Wang Guoliang, this is Doctor Ding from Ninghai. His medical skills are very brilliant. Even Doctor Zhou highly admires him. Are you willing to let him have a try?"
Fang Mingyang asked Wang Guoliang in a gentle tone. He mentioned Zhou Yaozu's name because Zhou Yaozu had an extremely high position in the soldiers' hearts. He was better than Fang Mingyang in surgery.
Wang Guoliang's eyes suddenly burst with a glimmer of light. He nodded heavily. "I'm willing to try."
Ding Ning smiled and walked quickly to Wang Guoliang's side. He stretched out his fingers and put them on Wang Guoliang's wrist. Absolute Touch was activated and a three-dimensional image was formed in his mind.
The right thigh bone was comminuted fracture. More than half of the meridians were broken, the veins were broken, the blood could not circulate, and the muscle tissue necrosis had a tendency to spread. No wonder the hospital was helpless and had to amputate.
The ward was silent. Everyone held their breath and stared at Ding Ning nervously, paying attention to every change in his expression.
Ding Ning sometimes frowned, sometimes relaxed, and sometimes thought hard. Every expression affected the hearts of the people present.
Wang Guoliang's comrades were even more anxious, and their hearts were in their throats. They were like prisoners waiting for the final judgment of the judge, for fear that their last hope would be cut off.
Even the medical records and films sent by nurse Xiao Liu were raised by Fang Mingyang's index finger and hushed, asking her not to disturb Ding Ning's diagnosis.
Nurse Xiao Liu blinked her big eyes and curiously looked at Ding Ning, the doctor who was too young. She secretly wondered how old this doctor from the mainland was and whether he was reliable.
However, his concentrated look was really handsome. Nurse Xiao Liu didn't know what she thought of, and her pretty face slightly blushed.
After a long time, under everyone's nervous attention, Ding Ning loosened Wang Guoliang's wrist and smiled. "80%. I have 80% confidence to cure him."
"Yeah!" The whole ward was filled with thunderous cheers. Zhang Ziqiang fell on his knees with a thud. Before he spoke, his tears flowed down. He choked with sobs and said, "Doctor Ding, thank you, thank you!"
Wang Guoliang was shocked and looked at Ding Ning in disbelief. He swallowed and asked tremblingly, "Doctor Ding, I really don't need amputation?"
"Yes, you don't need amputation. I have 80% confidence to cure you, but …"
With Ding Ning's "but", everyone became nervous again. They stared at Ding Ning nervously, for fear of hearing some bad news.
"However, you must cooperate with my treatment. Your injury is very serious. You need to stay in bed for at least half a year to recuperate, and then you can do some rehabilitative recovery exercises. You can't do too strenuous exercises. Otherwise, even the gods can't save you."
Ding Ning warned with a serious look.
"Then when can I return to the team? Can't I do strenuous activities in the future? "
Wang Guoliang swallowed and asked worriedly.
"That's not true. If you recover well, at most eight months, I promise you will be alive and kicking, no different from before."
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