In Song Hye Kyo's concept, this aid station is nothing more than a humble hospital, which she has seen in many TV drama performances or cameos. In her concept, of course, it should be a clean, spacious room, with some patients who are only slightly weaker than ordinary people. Even when she remembered the sexy nurse outfit that the nurse often wore in the movie, might it be tempting for King? But when she actually saw what was going on inside, the concept was completely turned upside down.

It's full of despair, and everyone here is either a severed arm from the war, which has begun to fester, due to the lack of antiseptic potions, or an unknown illness, vomiting something that makes people shudder.

"I really didn't expect your boyfriend to walk in like this," Dr. Adams said as he walked up to Song Hye Kyo, "Although he has so many medical certificates, I didn't find a doctor's employment certificate, so he should be an academic." It is estimated that he has no clinical experience, and it would be good not to be scared to death when he saw such a situation. ”

"I'm the only one who will be scared to death," Song Hye Kyo calmed down slightly, "However, if you think that Brother Zhenwu will do the same, then you must be wrong." Moreover, even if it is me, I will definitely adapt to such a life, so that I don't want to be looked down upon by Brother Zhenwu. ”

Adams smiled, "I can see that you love your boyfriend very much, and at the same time you admire him, but there is often a gap between ideals and reality, and in my opinion, he must have regretted it now, and he shouldn't have walked in to show off in front of his girlfriend." ”

"He's not like that, or else we'll take a look?" Song Hye Kyo said.

"Do you still dare to watch it?" Adams looked surprised, and then opened the window again. At this time, King was already dressed as a doctor and stood in front of a patient who was vomiting, and suddenly reached out and cut to the patient's pulse.

"This is called a pulse cut, right?" Adams shook his head, it couldn't be more precise than the instrument, this set was outdated for a long time. ”

Song Hye Kyo didn't say anything, just watched King record something in a notebook, and walked to the next one, which was a wounded man who was blown up in the abdomen in the war between two warlords, and the festering Cheng dù was already very strict, and what flowed out was no longer blood, but yellow pus, and it looked like the intestines could flow out at any time.

King probed his temperature, examined his wounds, and then turned decisively and walked out.

"How?" Adams asked, "Does Mr. BK still think that a lack of medicine can save the lives of both of them?" Moreover, there are six patients inside, is Mr. BK planning to give up the remaining four? Oh, I was wrong, it's Dr. BK. ”

King shook his head, "Of course not, the first patient I saw you thought he was gastroenteritis + malaria, right?" But he was actually poisoned, and there is a scorpion in Africa that is cold and cold, which is relatively rare, and needs an herb to assist in my treatment. With that, King drew the shape of a herb and gave it to Dr. Adams, "I think the natives will find it very easily, it's not a rare herb." ”

Adams didn't know how he could accept the pattern handed by the other party, as if the other party was a superior person, and he couldn't refuse it. "Can you guarantee that it will be cured?" He asked anyway.

"He has two days to live, I will give him the initial treatment can be extended by one day, plus the assistance of medicine, I can make him heal, are you willing to gamble?"

Adams felt the momentum of the other party and handed the pattern to the guards beside him, "Then let's try, there are not many others in Africa, there are still many natives, I think, it is still possible to find these herbs." However, I want to be clear, you want to... ”

"And the soldier," King didn't give him a chance to speak, "his injuries are nothing more than a lack of anti-inflammatories, right?" ”

Adams felt a little ashamed and explained, "Well, he needs too many anti-inflammatory drugs, and if he were given it alone, there would be more people in the intensive care unit.... ”

"Then salt water, salt water is always there, right?" King is exactly what he looks like a conductor.

"Salt water!" Adams finally found a place to vent, "Are you going to treat him with salt water?" Do you mean that ending his pain quickly is the best way to help him heal? ”

"I don't think ending his pain quickly is not the best way to help him heal," King said, "plus he can save his life, isn't that our common goal?" ”

The corners of Adams' mouth twitched, and the man opposite gave him the feeling that he was full of confidence, "If you can treat these two well, it can be regarded as a gift from God." ”

"Why two? Doctor Adams, haven't you noticed that these two are the strictest? Without treatment, they only have two days to live, and the other four can last at least four days, and, don't you notice, doctor, that several of them lack spiritual treatment in addition to physical treatment? ”

"Spiritual healing?" Adams understands that in developed areas, psychological counseling and medication go hand in hand, but here, faced with many new patients every day, how can he think of what kind of psychiatric treatment is needed?

"Yes, their mental state is waiting for death, so that no matter how good the drug treatment is, the effect will be worse, what they need is spiritual treatment to bring them back to life."

It's not the first time Song Hye Kyo has heard the word spirit, but she has seen wildebeest and lions with her own eyes, and this time she heard it again, how could she not be excited? "Brother Zhenwu means control zhì?"

"Of course not," King laughed, "Didn't I say it to Hye Kyo?" The spirit thing is related to wisdom, and it's not difficult to make a wildebeest and the like, but it's not easy to make a primate, so that people? It's not that it can't, but it's very difficult, and it's even more difficult for people like them who have become a little misanthropic, and the spiritual treatment we need is not to control, but to dissolve, so I'm going to do a small concert, and as for the performers, it's just me for the time being. ”

"Concert?" Adams watched suspiciously as King pulled out a flute and began to play.

This is not traditional pop music, although Adams is not a person in the entertainment industry, he can immediately hear that this music is closer to nature, it is so quiet, like a pool of spring water. Most of the people here are sick and afflicted by injuries like in a fire, but the sound of music seems to wash away their wounds, making the pain of the injury a little less, a little more.

The patients in the mild ward felt this first, and for them, it seemed to be a medicine to relieve their condition, and they walked out of the room one by one, the pain on their faces gradually fading, replaced by a smile on their faces.

Song Hye Kyo knew that King's treatment was starting to work, and took a smug look at Adams, only to find that the latter was lost in thought. For these MSF, they are indeed here with the purpose of saving lives, but at the same time, deep down they also have that feeling of superiority, in their opinion, it is enough to save the flesh of these people, but what about their hearts? Are they just uncivilized natives, too? Therefore, the treatment should be supplemented by spiritual healing, which is completely neglected.

He didn't bother King and nodded to Song Hye Kyo, "Although I don't fully believe in your boyfriend's medical skills, what he's doing now is enough to make me look at it differently." ”

"There will be more and more things that will make you look at you differently," Song Hye Kyo said confidently, "and he is the one who creates the miracle of zào himself." As he spoke, Adams noticed that there seemed to be a little bit of regain in the few pairs of godless eyes in the intensive care ward, although it was less, but after all.

(Although King has a lot of medical doctorate certificates, practicing physicians need to have a considerable amount of clinical time, and since King does not have this time, he does not have this license, which he already knew when he treated Gianna.) In order to win Adams' trust and let him be treated, he had to show his strength, so King not only chose the seriously ill as the target of treatment, but also used the method of spiritual healing. ）