Just get some grass roots and bark and touch it to heal the wound. This is witchcraft. While Mao Shiba was treating Chen Kangjian, a nurse who came with a clean bandage witnessed the whole process and then complained to Qin Zhiyuan.
What can we do? Your medical resources are limited and cannot provide us with effective treatment. We can only rely on ourselves. Qin Zhiyuan cannot explain the effects of traditional Chinese medicine.
Westerners view traditional Chinese medicine as witchcraft. Until the 21st century in another time and space, there are still a large number of Westerners who do not recognize traditional Chinese medicine and think it is witchcraft.
Hey, don’t talk about foreigners, many Chinese people think that Chinese medicine is witchcraft. If you have a headache and a fever, you go to the hospital. As long as there are Chinese patent medicines in the prescriptions prescribed by the doctor, they will immediately stop using them and have to replace them all with Western medicines.
It’s all quacks that are harming people. Westerners and Chinese people have different body structures. Why are Western medicines better than Chinese medicines?
This is true. Westerners have 206 bones in their bodies, while Chinese people only have 204. The little toes of other people’s feet have three joints, while we all have two joints.
It’s too far off topic and beyond the scope of this book.
It does seem to have some effect. The blond nurse looked at it for a long time and suddenly said this.
Chen Kangjian applied the medicine, and he was struggling to survive just now. Now he is alive and kicking. Not only does he move as usual, but he also joins the labor team to help move boxes and stretchers. It is really amazing.
By this time, more than a dozen injured people in the labor team had been treated, including Qin Zhiyuan. Not only Dao Chang Mao could suture wounds, but at least half of the people in the labor team could.
Chinese men are famous all over the world as all-rounders. They can build houses, paint walls, make furniture, cook, and repair things. It can be said that except for giving birth to children, they can basically do everything.
At the beginning of the 20th century, more than half of the Chinese people had some medical skills, and all adults knew how to shoot.
This is not an exaggeration. In another time and space, Qin Zhiyuan’s hometown was in the plains of eastern Henan. When Qin Zhiyuan was a child, he remembered his grandmother telling him that the village they lived in used to be a stockade, with four people and a village wall nearly seven meters high.
On the wall of the moat, which is ten meters wide and more than three meters deep, there are whole trees with hollowed-out cores, earthen cannons hooped with iron hoops, and repeating rapid-fire guns with worn rifling. At that time, eastern Henan was the site of the Fourth World War.
, a place of hundreds of battles, there are bandits everywhere, and there are horse thieves everywhere. The bandits roar in and out on horses, and as long as they break through a stronghold, they will loot it. The people in the stronghold will either be kidnapped by the bandits, or they will be massacred.
That was Qin Zhiyuan's grandma, who was only 15 years old. She was the child bride of Qin Zhiyuan's grandfather. A little girl with bound feet had learned how to shoot a gun. The chaotic situation was obvious.
It's a bit far-fetched, but it's not nonsense. Qin Zhiyuan's grandma was born in 1915. The area in eastern Henan has been like that since she can remember. Qin Zhiyuan saw the saber used in that year at his uncle's house. It looked similar to the 65th-style cavalry sword. Qin Zhiyuan
I have carried it, it weighs at least 10 kilograms, it is a real guy, I have seen blood. When Qin Zhiyuan was a child in his hometown, he dug out a pile of bullets and detonators from under his uncle's bed. His uncle was a teacher, which shows the prevalence of these prohibited items.
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The effect is indeed good. Maybe they don't know how to operate to remove bullets, but when it comes to suturing wounds, at least half of us can. Qin Zhiyuan doesn't mind exposing the workers' dual talent skills. The more talents, the more valuable the labor team is.
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Oh, what a surprise. The little nurse exclaimed, and then ran quickly to report to the doctor.
Is what Kelly said true? Do you really know how to sew up wounds? The military doctor wearing gloves was full of doubts, but he came over to verify it in person.
Yes, I don’t need to lie to you, it won’t bring me any benefits. Do you want me to show you my wound? Qin Zhiyuan was injured on his forearm, a wound about seven or eight centimeters long, which was scratched by a bullet.
Of course, it has been stitched now.
Can you show me that you see, there are too many people here who need suturing, we are short of manpower and overwhelmed, if you are qualified, I think you will get more salary. The Mediterranean military doctor is quite honest, if no one can help, he
I could only watch helplessly as many people died helplessly amidst the wails, and I was helpless.
There are tens of thousands of injured people, and only a few dozen doctors and nurses on the scene are really busy.
Hey brother, can you help me? Even if you sew me to death, I will admit it. A wounded soldier on the stretcher next to him heard the conversation between Qin Zhiyuan and the military doctor and offered to participate in the experiment.
Is that okay? Qin Zhiyuan signaled to the military doctor.
Please, the wounded soldiers on the ground are still begging.
More wounded soldiers are watching here. They don't want to lie on the ground and wait to die. If they don't receive timely treatment, many of them will die of excessive blood loss. All that is left to their families is a letter from the military headquarters.
Letter of condolence.
Let your people try it, God bless. Although military doctors are used to seeing death, they still want to save more lives.
Old Taoist, come here quickly, you can ask for money for this. Qin Zhiyuan immediately called Mao Shiba.
Mao Shiba could treat the wounded in the labor force for free, but treating the French would cost money.
It has to be foreign exchange
When Mao Shiba arrived, he heard Qin Zhiyuan's greeting and rushed over immediately, still mumbling: I say Mr. Qin, the old Taoist has a name and a surname, and he has just done his best for the brothers, why can't you please
Treat each other squarely
Damn, stop talking nonsense and see if this can be cured. If it's cured, I'll help you ask him for the medical expenses. Qin Zhiyuan still remembers Mao Shiba's words about thanking him for his patronage just now. As for money strings, it's best to withdraw money.
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Okay, just look at it, if I don't think well, you will destroy my sign. As soon as he heard about the medical expenses, Mao Shiba's eyes suddenly sparkled, and he hugged the wounded soldier's thigh without letting go.
Damn it, your wound is three-thirds of the way into your flesh, it’s almost a foot long, it’s already hurt your muscles and bones, and there’s still gold and stone left in the wound, and it won’t heal unless you practice it for three to five months. Fortunately, you’re lucky, and you met this Taoist priest.
Today, I will let you see what the secret technique of the Immortal Family is and how I will bring you back to life. Mao Shiba kept talking as if he were chanting sutras, not caring whether people understood or not.
Mao Shiba muttered, but he started very quickly. In just three or two minutes, the wound was debrided, and then he quickly sutured it with needles and threads. He spat on the wound as usual, and finally tied a beautiful bow.
Okay, two months at most, I guarantee you'll be alive and kicking. After Mao Shiba finished speaking, he stretched out his hand in a cowardly manner.
Er, thank you. It's very refreshing. I feel much better. The wounded soldier was busy thanking him when he suddenly saw Mo Shiba's chicken claw-like hands. He was a little confused due to excessive blood loss and couldn't react.
This Mao Shiba smiled mischievously, then rubbed his fingers and made a general gesture.
Oh Wounded Soldier had a look of realization on his face. He fumbled around for a long time without finding anything valuable, so he took off his pocket watch and handed it to Mao Shiba's hand.
Hey, Mr. Qin, this is a rare thing, so I give it to you as a tribute. Mao Shiba played with it happily, and then sent it to Qin Zhiyuan.
I'm so passionate about Qin Zhiyuan hanging himself, who are these fucking people?
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