The plane finally hit the advertisement so badly that the city called "Spring" fell back to the ground.

As soon as he got off the plane, more than a dozen heavily armed soldiers in green uniforms strode over, "Salute." With the sonorous and powerful order of the leading soldier, everyone raised their right hands in unison and gave a standard military salute to the two.

Zhang He was "flattered", but Long Wu only nodded slightly and said, "Lead the way." ”

"Yes."

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It is not the first time that Zhang He has enjoyed the treatment of the soldiers to open the way, but he still can't help but feel a very windy feeling. More than a dozen soldiers rushed in front, killing gods and Buddhas, and whether it was the airport staff or the passengers pulled by the airport transport truck, they all had to stand aside and let them rush over like a violent wind.

I got off the, and then got on the, but this time it was a military helicopter.

Three helicopters rose into the air with the roar of engines and headed straight for the devastated front-line mountainous area. Although he was wearing headphones, Zhang He clearly felt the deafening roar of the helicopter.

Nima, the wind-pulling thing I saw on TV, sat up like this.

Long Wu still leaned on the seat with a cold face, the helicopter rose higher and higher, and the night scene of the city called "Spring" finally disappeared completely, and Zhang He, like Long Wu, leaned quietly on the back of the chair.

The helicopter landed directly in a small square in the middle of a village. Running from Jiangling to the remote Yundian Mountains, although all the way was gray, when Zhang He arrived, it was already one o'clock in the morning. Zhang He, who has lived in the countryside for more than ten years, knows that at this time, the countryside should be quiet and fall into a sweet dream, but at this moment, this small village hidden between the mountains is still brightly lit.

Where there is an army on duty, it always gives people a sense of oppression.

The village at this time is no exception.

The houses are relatively concentrated, but the area is not very large, and it is surrounded by hundreds of heavily armed green camouflage uniforms, and a powerful lamp is hung every two or three meters on the temporary increase in dense wooden piles. On the ground, every two or three meters, there stood a soldier with a vigorous and serious expression and a submachine gun.

As soon as the helicopter hit the ground, more than a dozen soldiers quickly jumped off the, lined up in two teams, and escorted Long Wu and Zhang He to the largest military tent in the village square with standard military salutes and sideways salutes.

This tent is five or six hundred square meters.

As soon as he entered the tent, Zhang He was stunned. It's a makeshift tent, and it's a modern intensive care unit.

In the huge tent, there are ten rows of beds, twelve without rows, and only one bed is still empty. There are oxygen machines and ECG monitors next to the beds, and patients have needles and water in their hands, gastric tubes and oxygen tubes in their nasal cavities, and hemodialysis equipment connected to their bodies.

On the ECG monitor, the red numbers are flashing non-stop, but whether it is respiratory rate, heart rate, or oxygen saturation and other major vital indicators, they are not very ideal.

And the row of patients on the far right, all kinds of vital signs are close to a precarious state.

More than a dozen doctors in white coats were busy shuttling back and forth by the bedside; More than two dozen nurses were also too busy to take care of themselves, and the arrival of Zhang He and Long Wu did not attract their attention at all.

Although Long Wu didn't say a word, he followed closely behind Zhang He step by step.

Zhang He walked up to the male patient with the most dangerous red number, and after quickly scanning the patient's vital signs on the eye monitor, the patient's pale and sallow face, and extremely weak chest and abdominal movements, he grabbed the patient's wrist.

The pulse was so faint that it was almost imperceptible, and it was extremely confusing.

This kind of pulse has never been seen by Zhang He. It doesn't belong to any of the recorded veins at all.

"Long Wu, can you be sure that the patient is indeed poisoned?" Zhang He asked seriously.

Long Wu didn't speak, but strode to the doctor in front of the hospital bed next to him, "Come here." Long Wu said coldly.

The doctor was a middle-aged doctor who was still very young, and it seemed that he should not be more than thirty-five years old.

Long Wu's words made him suddenly stunned and then involuntarily appeared with a look of displeasure on his face, "Who are you?" The middle-aged doctor asked stiffly.

"Come here." Long Wu didn't bother to take care of him, but brutally dragged him to Zhang He's side, pointed to his nose and said, "I'm not a doctor, I have a question for him." ”

The middle-aged doctor was furious, pointed at Zhang He's nose and yelled, "What do you want to do?" ”

"When did the patient become ill?" Zhang He asked seriously.

"Why should I tell you?" The middle-aged doctor said unhappily.

"Just because I am also an expert who came by order, an expert in traditional Chinese medicine." Zhang He said seriously.

The middle-aged doctor carefully glanced at Zhang He's childish face, and said disdainfully, "Are you an expert, or an expert in Chinese medicine?" Hahaha, I'm laughing to death. Little doctor, I don't care who your teacher is, now get out of the way for me, don't get in the way of me saving people. The middle-aged doctor said mercilessly.

Nima! Who said that a famous doctor must be an old man like him? Zhang He couldn't help but turn his head to look at the old doctor behind him who was full of age spots and a little trembling when he walked, but he was also holding a stethoscope and carefully examining the patient.

Zhang He shook his head helplessly, "I am really a Chinese medicine expert who came by order." ”

The middle-aged man glanced at Zhang He disdainfully, and said in a deep voice, "Little doctor, I am a doctoral student in the dual department of insect toxicology and chemical poisoning at Johns Hopkins University, which is ranked second in the United States medical schools. Otherwise, according to my information, they are not qualified to participate in this level of consultation, you look at them, which one is not a chief doctor who has been in clinical practice for decades? The middle-aged doctor angrily pointed at the old man except him, and his words were full of pride.

His words were indeed true. In China, the title of famous doctor has nothing to do with young doctors. Zhang He originally planned to say a few polite words to him, but he was angered by the arrogant words blurted out, "Little doctor, what education do you have, what kind of medical university did you graduate from?" ”

The middle-aged doctor's interrogative tone like an interviewer infuriated Zhang He.

Nima, Ge admits that in terms of Western medicine, there is indeed a big gap between Chinese medical skills and those birthplaces of Western medicine in Europe and the United States. Brother, I'm good at Chinese medicine.

Chinese traditional Chinese medicine, thousands of years, do those foreign devils understand? Do you understand this fake foreign devil? Even if you know a little, it's only scratching the surface.

Thousands of generations of Chinese people have gone forward and worked hard to study, which can a fake foreign devil like you understand? What if you're a turtle? What if you are a PhD student from the world's second-ranked medical school? Traditional Chinese medicine can only be studied more thoroughly by native-born Chinese.

Zhang He was indeed enraged, and he stretched out his hands very ungentlemanly, grabbed the middle-aged doctor's collar, and said sharply, "Let me ask you to answer, do you understand?" ”

Zhang He's actions not only exceeded the expectations of the middle-aged doctor, but also alarmed all the busy medical staff.

"What are you doing, what are you doing?" An old doctor angrily squeezed into the crowd, "When is this time, you still have the leisure to quarrel, to tell you the truth, this rescue was personally commanded by the deputy minister of health, if there is any mistake, none of you can get out of it, and you will not go back to work." ”

The leader finally appeared, and Zhang He immediately let go of the middle-aged doctor, turned his head to look at the leading doctor who should be over seventy years old, and said politely, "I am a Chinese medicine doctor who was ordered to come to support, Zhang He." What's your last name? ”

Zhang He's words were very polite, but the leading doctor didn't give him face at all, "What? Chinese medicine? Without waiting for Zhang He to speak, the leading doctor said with contempt on his face, "First aid is such a thing, what kind of fun is the slow Chinese medicine doctor coming to join in?" Little doctor, you can do whatever you like, you can rest assured, the credit belongs to everyone. ”

My day your grandma, you old bastard looks down on your brother, you actually look down on the whole Chinese medicine. Besides, the credit for Shenma's bullshit is everyone's?

Brother is not here to take credit, brother is here to grab credit.

Zhang He was suddenly furious.

"Long Wu, tell them that this patient belongs to me." Zhang He pointed to the patient who was about to return to the underworld and said seriously.

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