Chapter 1175: The Romantic Girl Paired with Farming in the Republic of China (27)
Xu Yin took people to the cellar below the canteen of the pharmaceutical factory. It was used to store some grain and dry goods, and no one usually came in or out.
This secret passage was added when the underground arsenal was under construction. I thought that if anything happened, her secret passage in the lounge could not be exposed. I didn't expect it to be used so soon.
"You guys just wait here for a while, and I'll notify someone to pick you up."
Xu Yin found a medical kit in the cellar, did a simple disinfection and bandage for Zhao Shiwu, fed him two anti-inflammatory pills, and got them some dry food and water, then hurriedly returned to the pharmacist through the tunnel.
nunnery.
"Host, they..."
"Don't worry, I watched them leave the village and head towards the city with my own eyes. I think they went to the city to find a doctor. They will definitely not come back to trouble us again."
"..."
Who is asking this?
Xu Yin yawned: "Okay, it's getting late, let's turn off the lights and go to bed."
Everyone was about to disperse when suddenly they heard another hurried knock on the door of the nunnery.
This time it was much more rude than before. Not only did some people bang on the door, but some also kicked it. Xu Yin led the nuns down, opened the door of the nunnery, looked at the group of people with guns outside with a look of neither sadness nor joy, clasped her hands and chanted
A Buddha's name: "Amitabha, the holy land of Buddhism, please don't make any noise."
"Have you seen a few strangers here? One of them is injured and lame." The leader of the army was impatient to listen to those Buddhist words and asked angrily.
"There are indeed a few pilgrims who come to stay, but they are all men. Our Yakushi Temple has always accepted female nuns. Although I, the Buddha, are compassionate, there are differences between men and women, so I did not accept them."
"Is this true?"
"Monks don't lie."
The military master's eyes wandered over Xu Yin's face: "You look very young, are you the host of this nunnery?"
"Exactly!" Xu Yin opened her eyes and lied, "The host of our nunnery has always been elected based on his or her fists and kicks."
"..."
The nuns behind her were looking at their noses and their hearts. No one dared to raise their head to look at the military master for fear of revealing their disapproval.
But the military master became interested: "So, your boxing and kicking skills are very good?"
"Monks are compassionate and will not take action unless absolutely necessary. The last time I took action, the nephew of Zhang Dashuai's third concubine came to our nunnery to cause trouble, and he was kicked down the mountain by the abbot."
"..."
Why do these words sound so threatening?
The middle-aged man with a groveling look on the side of the military master continued: "There seems to be such a rumor that on the day of the accident in Marshal Zhang's house, his third concubine's natal nephew was kicked by someone unknown, and two ribs were broken.
The internal injuries are not serious either.”
"..."
The military master retracted his words about wanting Xu Yin to show off his hand with a stern expression, and then took people in to search around. After making sure that no one was found, he bowed his hands to Xu Yin politely, said "I'm sorry", and then left.
.
The door of the nunnery was closed again, and all the nuns patted their chests, expressing that they were panicking just now.
"Fortunately, I listened to the host and didn't keep those people, otherwise..."
"Yes, those dogs are so scary. They are sniffing everywhere. They make me very nervous."
At this moment, they realized that it was really for their own good that the host had just kicked people out.
In vain, they were still secretly complaining: The host turned out to be so greedy for life and afraid of death, cold-blooded and ruthless...
Xu Yin ignored their complicated psychological activities. She returned to her room, pretended to rest, turned off the lights, changed clothes, and went from the tunnel to her own lounge in the pharmaceutical factory. As Xu Jinjin, she went to the cellar to pick up the five people.
came out.
Deng Chun'en recognized Xu Yin: "Are you Dr. Xu, the owner of Xu's Pharmacy?"
"Do you know me?" Xu Yin examined Zhao Shiwu's wound. She had just done a simple bandage. This time she removed the gauze and inspected it carefully. She found that the wound was suppurating and the bullet was still embedded in the flesh.
She made a prompt decision: "Carry him to the laboratory, which is a sterile environment. If you want to save this leg, perform surgery to remove the bullet as soon as possible."
Several people looked at each other.
"What's wrong?" Xu Yin looked at them strangely, "Hurry up, time waits for no one."
"You, do you think this is a gunshot wound?" Deng Chun'en was a little embarrassed, "We..."
"You don't need to explain to me. I am a doctor. It is my duty to treat illnesses and save people." Xu Yin put away the medical kit and motioned for them to carry Zhao Shiwu on their backs and follow her to the sterile room.
"I'm the only one in the factory now. The workers have gone off work long ago. In order not to attract attention, I won't turn on the lights yet. You follow me and be careful not to bump into each other. When we enter the laboratory, I will close the curtains.
Pull it up and turn on the light."
The curtains in the laboratory were blackout curtains she ordered from the system mall. When closed, they not only blocked the light from outside, but also prevented the light from inside from being reflected.
When she was ready, she put on sterile clothes, gave Zhao Shiwu a dose of local anesthesia, used a golden needle to seal the acupuncture point to stop the bleeding, and then helped him remove the bullet from his calf, then sutured the wound, applied medicine, and bandaged it.
The operation took less than ten minutes.
Deng Chunen and the others were stunned to see through the glass wall outside the sterile room:
"A Chinese medicine doctor can actually take out bullets?"
"Doctor Xu is so awesome! I want to be like him!"
"I want to be like him too!"
"..."
"alright!"
Xu Yin took off her sterile clothes, walked out and said to them: "His legs need to rest for a few days. I also own the machinery factory next door, and it is still recruiting people. If you have nowhere to stay, you can work here for a few days."
Working every day, food and accommodation are included, and wages are calculated on a daily basis."
Several people nodded like garlic: "We are willing!"
"Okay, I'll take you to the staff dormitory."
Xu Yin took them to the small independent building where the Shen brothers lived. A key was required to open the door for entry and exit, so the security factor was relatively high.
Zhao Shiwu was recuperating here, and the other four people put on masks and followed Shen Nanyi to work in the machinery factory. They were doing sandpaper polishing or tightening screws, which were simple and easy tasks.
During this period, Xu Yin discovered that Deng Chun'en once got mixed up with a large group of workers returning home after get off work, left the factory, entered the city, and entered the factory the next morning with other workers on the sound of the work bell. She I guessed his identity and knew what he was going to do in the city, so I turned a blind eye or closed my eyes and pretended not to see him.
When Shen Xijin met with her for a meeting, she asked abruptly: "Do you support the uprising?"
"..."
Xu Yin: "What are you talking about? Why can't I understand you?"
Shen Xijin: "..."
Just pretend!
He rested his elbows on the balcony railing and looked at the woods in the distance: "If you support the uprising, my part will not be sold out, I will leave it all to you."
Xu Yin: "..."
Is this guy testing her?
"Okay! Sell it all to me."
"So, if you want so many firearms, is it really not an uprising?"
"I said no."
"..."
Xu Yin gave him an innocent look in return.
She is just a passionate young man who hopes that the motherland will end its suffering as soon as possible and rush to the dawn, nothing more.