The child who was held in Liu Yuting's arms suddenly cried, but the cry was so weak, as if a newborn kitten was barking.

Luo Qingyan frowned as she listened to the child's cry. She could tell from the child's cry that the child was very weak.

Lu Zhenshan looked at the woman who took off the scarf in front of him and revealed all her faces, and the woman who described it as withered and miserable took the lead in asking, "You can tell us if you have any difficulties." ”

Liu Yuting's tears flowed down again when she heard Lu Zhenshan's words, and she cried and said, "Chief, can you treat my child first, I'm afraid she won't last long." ”

Lu Zhenshan hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with the child?"

Liu Yuting said: "The child was burned by my mother-in-law's family, they didn't treat the child, they were afraid of spending money, and they also took my husband's pension, I had no money to treat the child, so I could only ask the army and ask the chief to save Jiyun's child." ”

When Luo Qingyan heard this, he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "I'm a doctor, can you let me see the child first?" Let's treat the child first, and we'll talk about the rest later." ”

Liu Yuting's eyes lit up immediately when she heard that Luo Qingyan was a doctor, and she hurriedly put the quilt wrapped with the child on the table, and then carefully opened the quilt.

The bag was opened to reveal the child inside. I saw that the child was small, only a few months old, his face was red, and he made a faint humming sound with his eyes closed. The child was wearing a thin little coat and trousers, with one sleeve of the jacket and one leg of the trousers, because one of the child's arms and one calf was wrapped in gauze, and the gauze was already bleeding.

Liu Yuting looked at the child's appearance and burst into tears, and her heart was like a knife. She hopes that this beautiful woman, who claims to be a doctor, will save her child. She really has no choice but to hope for these leaders of the army during her husband's lifetime.

Luo Qingyan knew that the child's burns were very harmful when he saw the child's appearance, the child had already launched a high fever, it should be that the wound was infected, it was very dangerous at this time, and quickly said: "The child must be sent to the medical room immediately, the child's wound should be infected and must be treated." ”

Everyone did not delay any longer when they heard this, and re-wrapped the child and transferred everyone to the medical room.

There was a doctor on duty in the medical room, and when he saw that the division commander and political commissar were coming, he thought that a soldier was injured and immediately waited for him.

Lu Zhenshan said to the doctor on duty: "Xiao Wang, this is the child of a martyr who has died in our army, you and Comrade Luo Qingyan hurry up and show the child." ”

When Dr. Wang heard this, he hurriedly prepared medical supplies, and Luo Qingyan carefully took the child from Liu Yuting's hand, carried the child into the treatment room, and put it on the treatment bed.

After Dr. Wang prepared the medical supplies, he carefully cut the gauze that bandaged the wound with scissors, and when he saw the wound, the two people at the scene gasped.

The child's arms and legs were badly scalded and bloody, and there was already some infection, so the child developed a high fever. Such severe burns and persistent high fever have already tormented the child to the deathbed.

Dr. Wang felt very troubled when he saw the child's injury, if it was an adult, it would be better, but this is a child who is only a few months old, and the child is already very weak, still having a high fever, and it is very likely that he will not be able to save it. If the child is not saved in her hands, what if the family members do not forgive? Dr. Wang was very hesitant.

Luo Qingyan also knew at a glance that the child's injury was very serious, mainly because the child was already breathing weakly at this time. She also saw Dr. Wang's hesitation, and she was afraid of taking responsibility. Luo Qingyan did not hesitate to quickly infuse the child with liquid and replenish the child's energy.

Doctor Wang did not stop Luo Qingyan's behavior, nor did he follow the treatment of the child, but went out of the treatment room and said to Lu Zhenshan in embarrassment: "Political commissar, the child's burns are very serious, and it has been delayed, the child is very weak now, the wound is infected and has a high fever, my medical skills are limited, and the medical equipment here is also lacking, I don't think it will be sent to a big hospital for treatment?"

Liu Yuting covered her mouth and cried when she heard the doctor's words, and she heard the doctor's implication that the child was not saved.

Lu Zhenshan listened to the words of the doctor in front of him, his face was gloomy, and his eyes narrowed, and he was about to be angry at a glance.

Lu Mingxuan saw that his wife didn't come out together, and knew that his wife was treating the child, so he walked to the door of the treatment room without a trace to block the door to prevent anyone from entering, and at the same time said in order to buy time for his wife's treatment: "You also said that the child was delayed." The level of medical care here is completely comparable to that of the county-level hospitals, and if you say that you can't treat it here, it's useless to send it to a nearby hospital, so you have to send it to a big hospital in Kyoto. Or do you not want to take responsibility?"

When Liu Yuting heard this, she hurriedly begged: "Doctor, please save the child, no matter what the final result is, I will take responsibility alone, and I will never blame anyone." Even if there is a glimmer of hope, please save the child. ”

Dr. Wang was very embarrassed, she was really unsure, so she could only excuse herself and say that her level was not enough to cure her.

Luo Qingyan immediately took out a small glass bottle from the space when Dr. Wang walked out of the treatment room, and the small glass bottle contained a bright red liquid. Luo Qingyan took out an unused disposable syringe again, drew a bright liquid from a small glass bottle, and then opened the child's small mouth and injected the liquid into the child's mouth little by little.

The child seems to have an instinct to survive, maybe it feels that what is in his mouth can save his life, or maybe it tastes that the liquid in his mouth is very delicious, and the child swallows it unconsciously.

Luo Qingyan was very happy when she saw the child's reaction, which meant that the child was still saved.

Soon all the liquid from the syringe is fed into the child's mouth. Luo Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief.

Put the glass bottle and needle into the space, Luo Qingyan began to treat the child's wound. She can handle such an injury, and she doesn't want to be afraid of taking responsibility and shirking treatment like the doctor just now. In her opinion, it is the duty of doctors to treat diseases and save lives, and if you hurry up to save children, you will have more hope for life, rather than wasting time on shirking responsibility.

Luo Qingyan took out the ointment he had prepared and applied it to the child's wound, and the child's wound immediately changed, no longer bleeding outward, and immediately stopped bleeding.

The child's wound was recovering quickly and quickly with the naked eye, and anyone next to him would have been surprised.

Luo Qingyan watched the child's wound recover and no longer bleed, and the body fluid seeped outward, so he sprinkled a layer of medicinal powder and bandaged the child.

Luo Qingyan decided to treat the child herself until she recovered, leaving no scars on her body. This is also to prevent others from discovering that the child's wound recovery is too fast and rebellious, causing unnecessary trouble.

This child is the offspring of the martyrs, and she must be treated to leave the last bit of blood for the martyrs. This is what she can only do for a martyr.