Chapter 8 (2/2)

”It's all right. I can cure it myself.” The old man insisted, ”if you won't take me home, I'll walk back by myself.”

The old man struggled to get up. Guo Xiang hurriedly pressed him. His legs were broken and left. Later, the dislocation became more serious. What if he couldn't connect well?

”OK, OK, can't I take you back?” Guo Xiang compromised. The old man is so stubborn.

She took a flashlight and took photos nearby. She picked up two thicker branches as splints and put them on both sides of the old man's legs. She looked in the medicine box, found two circles of bandages, and fixed the old man's legs with the branches with bandages to avoid secondary injury.

The old man looked at Guo Xiang in surprise. Can the girl cure?

Fix the old man's legs. Guo Xiang picked up the bike and put it in a stable place.

Put up the tripod, carefully lift the old man to the back seat, sit down, carry his twenty kilograms of grain on the front horizontal bar, turn around and ask, ”Sir, where is your home?”

”At the west end of the village, on the plum blossom river.” Uncle said.

”OK, I'll take you home.” Guo Xiang nodded and pushed up the bike. He felt something was wrong. He took a flashlight and found that the bike chain was broken. No wonder he could wrestle.

There was no choice but to push.

When he got to the west of the village, Guo Xiang went to the door of an earth house with a red cross hanging according to his uncle's instructions, stopped his bike and helped him down.

The uncle handed Guo Xiang the key and asked her to open the door. He pulled the light line by the door. The house suddenly lit up.

Guo Xiang looked at the house while helping the uncle into the house.

There is a glass counter in the door. There are some commonly used western medicine in the cabinet, and there is a white wooden chair beside it.

There is a wooden medicine cabinet behind the counter. There should be traditional Chinese medicine in small drawers. There are western medicine in front and an aluminum box for needles. It seems that there are injections for people at ordinary times.

Guo Xiang sat down on the white chair with his uncle, folded his trouser legs and looked again. It was too dark to see clearly outside just now. Now there are some injuries.

I found alcohol cotton wool and tweezers on the medicine cabinet. I took the tweezers and wiped the wound on the old man's leg with alcohol. Washed the wound, looked at the serious place, found a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao, sprinkled the powder, and wrapped it with gauze.

When doing this, the old man didn't say a word. He just watched her do it silently. Seeing her skillfully cleaning and dressing, he was more sure that she had studied medicine.

”Sir, your wound is OK, but I can't help it if this leg is broken. I can't connect bones.” Guo Xiang said.

Although the internship was a rotation of the whole department, she was not an orthopedic major after all. She was afraid that she would be hurt if she couldn't connect well.

”I'll do it myself.” Said the old man.

He gently lifted the injured leg, asked Guo Xiang to take a low stool and set it up. He untied the bandage that Guo Xiang had just tied. He pressed his hands on his lower legs. He only heard a ”click”, and a layer of cold sweat came out of the old man's forehead.

”Tie it back for me.” The old man breathed, and his face turned whiter and whiter. It seemed that he was in great pain.

”That's good?” Guo Xiang was surprised. He gently pressed the misplaced part with his hand. He didn't seem to touch any convex place. Is it connected?

Guo Xiang was shocked. She had studied medicine for so long. She had never seen a doctor who helped her set the bone. The old man was not simple. At least she was no worse than her former mentor in bone setting.

Guo Xiang looked for the splint again to fix the old man's legs, and found some anti-inflammatory drugs from the medicine cabinet for the old man to eat. He looked at Guo Xiang and didn't object, so he ate it silently.