Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 182 Miracle Doctor

While others were busy, Song Chunlin was not idle either. He held a large cloth bag and, under the guidance of other military doctors, found another seriously injured patient. After examining his wounds, he discovered that his biggest problem was that his intestines were leaking. If Song Chunlin had not been to the end of the world, he would probably have vomited out by now.

The faces of the other people around were not very good either. At Song Chunlin's request, the area around this person was cleared. Different from the young man's method just now, Song Chunlin washed his hands with alcohol, then held the exposed intestines and signaled the soldiers who followed him to take the alcohol to wash them.

It was the soldier's first time holding a glass bottle, and he was a little hesitant, fearing that he might break the bottle. If the medicine inside spilled out, he would be committing a serious sin.

Song Chunlin couldn't bear it anymore, so he asked him to pour the alcohol like pouring water.

"Pour more. His intestines are covered in dust. If you put them back without cleaning them, they will definitely get infected. Then we'll have to cut open his stomach and clean it again. That's going to be painful."

When the soldier heard his description, he couldn't help but imagine the scene of the boy ripping open the stomach and taking out a piece of intestines. To be honest, the impact of the picture was too strong, causing his hands to tremble and he poured out half a bottle of alcohol.

Song Chunlin carefully checked the piece of intestine. Good, there was no dirt. He then pretended to dig into the opponent's abdominal cavity with his fingers, but actually he was using his mental power to check inside. He found that it was relatively clean, but there was too much internal bleeding, and other organs were also damaged to a certain extent. However, this was not something Song Chunlin could handle. He could only transfer some wood-based abilities to promote the healing of the wounded man's wounds and stop him from bleeding.

After the blood in the abdominal cavity was absorbed, Song Chunlin stuffed the exposed part of the intestine back in.

The soldiers behind him looked at his simple and rough methods and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Doesn't this really need to be arranged better? Is it really okay to just stuff it in like this?

Facing everyone's suspicious looks, Song Chunlin skillfully sewed the small wound with a few stitches. It was really just a few stitches. Compared with the 20-centimeter wound on the boy, this one was like playing house and Song Chunlin sewed it extremely perfunctorily.

There were not many seriously injured soldiers today, about twenty or so, eight of whom had died before Song Chunlin returned. Among the remaining dozen or so, the most seriously injured was the young man. As for the others whose arms and thighs were cut, as long as their internal organs were not injured, Song Chunlin was happy to instruct the military doctors to use sutures to suture them. As for whether the stitches were ugly or not, who cares? They were not young girls or boys, so it didn't matter if they were ugly. It was a blessing to be able to save their lives. It was just that the wound was a little ugly. It was not a big deal.

Because the number of sutures was limited, otherwise it would have been a chance for these military doctors to practice. For some of the smaller wounds, Song Chunlin used Panax notoginseng and Lingquan water, a two-pronged approach, to successfully stop the bleeding.

As long as their wounds stop bleeding and becoming inflamed, these wounded soldiers can survive.

After treating all the seriously injured, it was already late at night. Song Chunlin didn't need to sleep, but the same could not be said for the others. Even the military doctor who had been working around the clock couldn't hold on any longer. He just found a clean place on the ground and lay down. Soon, he began to snore.

Song Chunlin was somewhat speechless and strolled all the way to the pharmacy in the back where medicine was being boiled. Although the medicine boys did not go to the front, they had heard that there was a young man who had brought many wounded people back to life with his miraculous hands. The rumors were so miraculous that some people even speculated that he was the last disciple of some miracle doctor.

At this time, a young man in blue clothes walked in. The medicine boys put down their work and stared at Song Chunlin intently.

Song Chunlin coughed awkwardly: "Ahem, well, I came over to take a look, just take a look."

Facing everyone's gazes, Song Chunlin glanced around the cramped pharmacy and found that the large water vats used to boil medicine were all outside. After confirming the location of the water vats, Song Chunlin left the pharmacy with an embarrassed smile.

As soon as he left, the chattering of the medicine boys could be heard inside.

"Is it really him? He doesn't look much older than us."

"That's right, maybe the rumor is wrong? How can someone so young have such good medical skills?"

Song Chunlin felt more and more embarrassed when he heard the undisguised discussions of those medicine boys. He quickly found the water tank and stood beside it. Others just thought he was looking at the water tank and had no idea that he had already refilled the tank with the spiritual spring water.

The discussions of the medicine boys inside gradually died down. After a long time, someone came out to get water and was surprised to find that the large water tank, which had been almost half empty, was now full again. The medicine boys were puzzled and thought that some soldier was just kind enough to help them fetch water.

He placed the medicine pot filled with water on the stove and as the water boiled, a medicinal aroma lingered in the pharmacy.

A medicine boy was surprised to find that he felt very sleepy just now, but after smelling the fragrance of the medicine, he was no longer sleepy.

"It smells so good. Why does today's medicine smell so good?"

After the seriously injured were treated and the spiritual spring water was ready, Sanqi pulled three more carts over. These were all grown in the space with the spiritual spring water. The medicinal effect was several times better than those bought outside. Even if they were crushed directly, they would be enough for them to use for a long time.

Because he was worried that the wounded would get infected, he left two jars of painkillers and anti-inflammatory drugs, all of which were unpacked and put in the jars that had been used to hold jam. There were about three or four hundred pieces in one jar. Only after explaining how to use them did Song Chunlin leave with peace of mind.

Dragging his tired body back to the county government office, he found it was brightly lit. Gu Fengyue, General Qi and a group of deputy generals under him had just finished a meeting to summarize the casualties and discuss the next battle plan.

Song Chunlin didn't care much about how they would fight next. He yawned and followed Gu Fengyue back to the temporary courtyard where they were staying. During this period, he always used his mental power to kill people at night. He encountered this situation again during the day today. After he finally killed all the enemies, he ran to the wounded camp to suture people. Suturing is something that requires high concentration. Song Chunlin relied on his mental power to cheat continuously so that his needle did not go astray. Now that he finally had some free time, sleepiness came like a tide.

Seeing that Song Chunlin was about to fall, Gu Fengyue could only bear the consequences and ask him to wash up before resting. She took off his dirty coat and wiped his hands and cheeks with a towel. Song Chunlin did not wake up during the whole process.

Gu Fengyue sighed helplessly: "You really trust me too much. When you grow up a little more, you will see what will happen to you."