Hearing Mu Min say this. [Read the latest chapter] Everyone is a little discolored. They are all modern people with basic human rights concepts, but now someone (or a woman) is going to die unjustly for no reason because of some superstition. They really can't stand this kind of thing.
"We have to save her," Mu Min said.
Everyone was silent: This is Li District, and those who cross are outsiders. Historical experience tells them: When you do not have enough power to influence others, no matter how good your intentions are, do not interfere in other people's affairs casually, otherwise you will only attract resentment.
Xiong Buyou said: "How can we save it?"
"She is innocent -" Mu Min stopped as soon as he said this. They knew that there was no such thing as "forbidden" in this world. The problem is that people here don’t think so.
"Let's act according to the situation." Cui Yunhong said, "Didn't Wang Gong specifically remind us this time to abide by the customs and habits of ethnic minorities and not to interfere at will?"
"You can't just ignore death, right?" Some people have a strong sense of justice.
"Whether she dies or not has nothing to do with us!" Fang Jinghan said suddenly. Everyone couldn't help but be surprised. They didn't expect this good old man to suddenly say such cruel words.
"What did you say?!" Someone with universal values said, "An innocent person is going to be killed! You actually said it has nothing to do with us?!"
Seeing that things have not been done yet, a big discussion on values and human rights theory is about to begin. Cui Yunhong shouted:
"Okay!" He also felt that this woman's life and death had little to do with them, but now that it was brought up, openly saying that he would not save her would definitely cause internal conflicts. "What are you talking about these useless things now?"
He Ping said: "It's not difficult to save people, but I have to ask, will the executive committee agree to us taking this woman in?"
"Of course we will take her in," Mu Min replied without hesitation, "regardless of her ethnic identity, we still need her as a laborer."
"Otherwise, it would be fine to be Xiao Wang's wife."
"I think you are tempted by yourself?" Someone was already joking with each other. Cui Yunhong thinks that one of the biggest characteristics of modern people is that they are heartless. Always joking.
"I can't be tempted without a tattoo."
"Don't be delusional," Mu Min said. "Although there are women of all ages and classes who are designated as 'forbidden mothers', they are still dominated by middle-aged and elderly women, especially widows with no one in their natal family, because they Lack of protection from family power.”
He Ping nodded and said: "Since I am willing to take her in, I will give it a try when the time comes. I can't say whether it will work or not."
Oya has already come to invite us, and a large number of curious people have gathered outside. Cui Yunhong quickly made some arrangements
"Comrades," Cui Yunhong said. "Now we have to be prepared for emergencies. If necessary, we have to escape quickly. Now let us familiarize ourselves with the plan. If there is any accident, everyone will act according to the plan. Do you understand?"
It was decided that Xiong Buyou would accompany He Ping to see a doctor, and Huang Zhao would act as a bodyguard.
Cui Yunhong gave them the only G1 pistol in the team.
"If anything happens, come out immediately." Cui Yunhong warned, "Life is the most important thing. If you lose the medicine and equipment, just throw them away."
Mu Min also came to warn: "Don't be impulsive when doing things. Li people always keep their word and leave room for words. Don't be so nervous." She sighed, and she didn't agree with Cui Yunhong's arrangement as if facing a formidable enemy. I always feel like I'm overreacting.
"We all understand."
Everyone else packed their bags and readied their guns. The expedition team brought four Remington shotguns, five-batch shotguns, and several Gerinde pistols. They were all loaded with ammunition, wrapped in banana leaves, and kept at hand.
Arrangements are in order. Early the next morning, He Ping and his entourage followed Oya and Li Benqing to the cave master's house carrying a traveling medicine box.
The residence of the owner of the cave is larger than the surrounding houses, and the materials used are also exquisite. The class differences in Mobilei are quite obvious. He Ping and others looked solemn, while the strong men in the village blocked the crowd. While hugging him forward. After a while, an old man came to welcome Fergusson, who was one of the cronies of the cave owner.
The light in the room was dim, and He Ping blinked for a long time before he could clearly see a young man lying on a bamboo couch beside the room. There was a group of people around, mostly women, and some seemed to be sobbing. The outside of the bed is covered with a bamboo strip wall.
After He Ping glanced at the scene, he walked to the bamboo couch. This man was only fifteen or sixteen years old. He was in his youth. Under the dim light, he could see that his complexion was sallow, his head was covered with sweat, and he was breathing in pain.
His body was covered with a tie-dyed kapok cloth, and there was a faint rancid smell in the air.
He Ping frowned. The smell didn't sound like illness. Could it be a traumatic infection?
"What disease?" He Ping asked.
There was a middle-aged woman with a face next to her. She hurriedly spoke to Li Benqing. Li Benqing said:
"It turns out it was just some redness and swelling on my legs. I suddenly fell ill a few days ago and developed a big swelling. My whole body was very burned."
He Ping took a deep breath as he lifted the sheet off. The man had a huge pus cell on his leg and his body temperature felt very high. He opened the box, wiped his fingers with alcohol cotton, and pressed the pus cell. It was hot, and there was a soft spot in the middle that felt like beating. He Ping already knew that this was an infection caused by trauma.
It is impossible to do this without surgery. He Ping disinfected his fingers again. Although it was just a minor outpatient surgery, he had never tested it on humans. I can't help but regret this.
When the woman next to him saw his expression, she burst into tears knowing that he was in danger of being saved, and the people around him also shed tears.
The old man who greeted them asked: "Miracle doctor, can the cave owner be saved?"
"It's hard to say," He Ping said cautiously, "You can give it a try, but it doesn't guarantee your life. If you die, I can't be responsible. If you agree, I will treat him, otherwise I will have to resign."
Oya agreed wholeheartedly, saying that if he could live one more year, he would only ask the miracle doctor to cast a spell.
He Ping asked someone to carry the patient outside - it was too dark here to operate. The nurse surrounded the patient's bed with a curtain and built a shed above it to provide shade. A fire pit was built with stones outside the shed to light the fire, and someone was asked to bring in a new clay pot to boil water. He also asked someone to bring some pieces of white cloth, cut them into three large pieces, and dig a hole in the middle to use as a surgical gown. The rest were made into masks and hats. After it is ready, it is boiled in water and dried in the sun.
The Li people in the village looked at what they were doing with fear and curiosity. It's all in place. It's already noon. When three people came out of the shed wearing white cloth hoods, white hats and masks, the children were so frightened that they ran away. The old people also showed great uneasiness and fear in their eyes.
He Ping opened his medical kit. Organized the items. Said to Xiong Buyou and Huang Zhao:
"His illness is probably due to streptococcus infection in the wound. It won't be cured without surgery. If it waits for a few more days, he will probably die of either a high fever or septicemia."
"Operation for drainage?" Huang Zhao is an outdoor activity enthusiast and knows a lot about self-treatment of minor injuries and illnesses.
"Yes, only surgery can save his life," He Ping said, "You will be my nurses to help."
"Okay, tell us what you want us to do." Huang Zhao agreed.
"First help me sterilize the instruments and prepare materials. By the way, I also need to prepare some saline."
"Want an infusion?"
"For wound washing, please pay attention to the concentration of o.9%."
"okay."
There was not much alcohol in the medical kit, so the simplest boiling sterilization method was used for surgical instruments. Boil the required instruments in boiling water for another 5 minutes and then sterilize them with alcohol. He Ping put on gloves. He took a deep breath and picked up the scalpel.
The middle-aged woman outside, probably the mother of the cave owner, became uneasy when she saw them dressed in strange shapes and boiling various shiny things in the water. When she saw He Ping picking up a knife, she Almost going crazy, crying and making a fuss outside, he was about to rush in, but was stopped by a few Oyas - He Ping had already taken care of them in advance.
"What's your temperature?"
"39 degrees 8."
"Put some cloth in his mouth and hold him down." He Ping informed them.
He Ping first used alcohol to thoroughly disinfect the area around the pus cells, and then looked for soft and wavy areas on the pus cells - he remembered what Hippo said when he taught him the simple operation. Surgery to treat abscesses involves making an incision from here to drain the pus. But it's easy to say it, but it's really a bit futile to actually cut it into a living person. He calmed his breathing and cut it with one stroke.
Puss and blood almost spurted out, splattering all over the makeshift surgical gowns they were wearing.
Xiong Buyou almost screamed. This battle was really scary. He clearly felt his patient twitching and struggling, so he suppressed him with all his strength.
At this time, there was a noise and the sound of many people's footsteps outside. He Ping began to clean the wound with salt water. The young cave owner struggled even more fiercely. Yellow Claw and Xiong Buyou had to use all their strength to control him.
Busy talking. I saw Li Benqing coming in from the outside. Seeing this scene, his face turned pale with fright. Xiong Buyou scolded: "What did you come in for?"
Li Benqing said with a sad face: "There is a commotion outside, saying that the owner of the cave will be handed over to you for treatment - yes -"
While they were talking, someone seemed to be arguing outside, and incomprehensible Li language was raised and raised. All three of them were nervous. But the matter has come to this, and we cannot give up halfway. He Ping simply ignored it and just cleaned the wound. After the wound was completely cleaned, he inserted the gauze drainage strip coated with Vaseline into the wound, and then covered it loosely with cotton wool.
"Don't you need anti-inflammatory powder?" Huang Zhao asked.
"Now we need to drain the blood and give him oral penicillin." He Ping looked at the dressing of the wound. Although it was a bit ugly, it was still acceptable.
"Wait a minute, you give him oral penicillin. What if he is allergic? He's not dead!"
"I forgot!" He Ping was surprised, "Let's change it to sulfonamide tablets."
The patient was immediately given sulfonamide orally. At this time, the noise outside stopped. He Pingguan's family members can come in. Those who came in from the outside were the mother of the cave owner and the old Oya who invited them.
The mother of the cave master saw that her son looked pale, but he didn't seem to be in so much pain anymore and looked a little relieved. Lao Oya said a bunch of things to Li Benqing again. Li Benqing said:
"He thanked you for saving his nephew. He asked if this was considered a cure."
"Not yet, it will take a few more days." He Ping knew that he was still in danger before his body temperature dropped. "You can give him water and some light food, but don't let his wounds touch water or dirty things. . Find someone to take care of him day and night. He will be hot now. Soak a cloth with cold water and apply it to him..." He Ping noted a bunch of precautions, and finally, "Choose the person you think is most suitable to take care of him. Other than that, no one else is allowed in the shed, no one! If anything happens, come to me quickly."
When Lao Oya heard what He Ping said, a look of worry appeared on his face. But he said nothing more, except that he would do everything the miracle doctors told him.
The team of three emerged from the shed, their blood-stained burqas causing another commotion. Everyone cleaned the equipment and then boiled it in boiling water to disinfect it. After the cooking, the pottery was smashed and buried. All the makeshift burqas and masks were thrown into the fire and burned. This practice was originally intended to prevent the pollution of medical waste, but unexpectedly it was understood by the locals as a witchcraft ritual. So many years later, when the task force that traveled through the regime returned to the area, a young team member recorded this paragraph in his social investigation notes:
"...The final stage of 'ghosting' the patient is to throw a piece of white cloth stained with red spots and sometimes blood into the fire, and finally smash the pottery pot in which the food was cooked. All the garbage It will be buried. The whole ceremony is officially over..."
Back at Li Benqing's house, someone brought food: roast chicken, eggs, fish, bamboo tube rice, rice wine, etc., which was very rich. It’s just that everyone in the expedition team has little appetite: the three people who performed the surgery were covered in pus and blood just now, and the others are worried about what will happen in the next few days. The people inside didn't see the commotion outside the shed just now, but they could see it clearly. A young man kept instigating something, and the crowd outside became commotion several times. Fortunately, the few Oyas outside tried their best to suppress it and maintained order.
"Don't worry, the cave owner will definitely have a fever for a few days. With antibiotics, he won't die." He Ping said, "It's just a little strange."
"What?"
"He didn't get inflammation for no reason." He Ping took out a paper package from the enamel box of the medicine cabinet, and inside was a thin bamboo thorn. "I pulled this out of the wound," he whispered. "It's a little weird."
"Didn't he know he was stabbed?"
"This is very possible," He Ping said. "Hippo and I have told many cases like this. Fortunately, this thing is not iron-clad, otherwise no one can save him if he gets tetanus."
"We won't be involved in any palace conspiracy, right?" Someone's imagination exploded! ~!
