This call for help suddenly broke the silence of the scene, and the crowd that had been quietly queuing or discussing quietly exploded, and everyone turned their heads to look back, and their strong curiosity made them very curious to know what was going on.

Yan Murong and the others were also stunned for a moment by this call for help, and then they saw a woman about thirty years old with a pale face desperately squeezing through the crowd and running towards Zhong Zhenguo.

"Please, doctor, save my man, please." So saying, the woman will kneel.

"Get up, get up, tell me what's going on?" Zhong Zhenguo hurriedly got up, pulled up the woman who was already kneeling on the ground and asked. "You have to tell me what's going on first, so I can save people."

"Doctor, wait, I'll be right back." The woman wiped away a handful of tears, stood up and ran back.

After a while, with a slight scolding, there was another commotion in the crowd and then they separated to the two sides, and then, Yan Murong saw two men in work clothes walking over with a simple stretcher the thickness of two baby arms and a canvas tied to it.

On the stretcher lay a man, a man in his mid-thirties, with dark skin, very dirty clothes, and even a little mud spots stuck to the cuffs and trouser legs.

"Please, doctor, save my man." After the two men who helped carry the stretcher put the stretcher on the ground, the woman pleaded with Zhong Zhenguo again.

"What's the situation?" Zhong Zhenguo looked at the man lying on the stretcher, his lips were blue, and his face was pale.

Judging from their figures and clothing, these people are obviously coolies, and then look at the man lying on the stretcher, he is very strong, but the left trouser leg is empty from the knee down, and it is obvious that he has no left leg.

"Doctor, look—"

The woman sobbed and crouched down, gently pulled up the empty trouser leg, and then began to cry again.

"Wow, that's scary."

When the trouser leg was pulled up, the people watching the excitement next to him let out a burst of exclamations.

"Oops, it stinks, it's disgusting."

"Stay away, don't look at it."

Looking at the broken leg of the man on the stretcher, Zhong Zhenguo's brows were also twisted into a Sichuan character.

The man's left leg was completely broken from below the knee, and the wound was very irregular. In terms of shape, it looks as if it was bitten alive by a wild beast with its teeth. Moreover, the wound was not wrapped in gauze, and it can be clearly seen that the blood stains on it have turned red and black, and some of the wounds have scabbed, apparently for more days.

What made Zhong Zhenguo frown was that some wounds that had not yet healed had begun to fester, and they emitted bursts of foul smell.

As a doctor, the doctor's parents will not dislike the patient. Even if the patient has just climbed up from the septic tank, as a doctor, he must save what he should save.

Zhong Zhenguo squatted down, grabbed the man's wrist, closed his eyes and quietly touched the pulse, and after a while, he opened his eyes, looked at the woman and asked. "How many days?"

"It's been a week." The woman wiped her tears while holding Zhong Zhenguo's arm and said eagerly. "Last week, while working on a construction site, he accidentally slipped and fell and his leg got caught in the steel cable of the lift."

"Why didn't you go to the hospital earlier?" Zhong Zhenguo asked.

"I-we don't have any money." The woman said. "I found a medical center, and the doctor only cleaned it up, and then wrapped it in gauze, but my man said that it was very boring, so he asked me to take the gauze off, but I didn't expect it to be like this in a few days, and he fainted yesterday afternoon, and never woke up."

"He's got an infected wound." Zhong Zhenguo said.

"Wound infection?" The woman looked at Zhong Zhenguo blankly. Obviously, she didn't understand why she was infected.

"Yes, it's infected." Zhong Zhenguo said. "You see, the wound is suppurated, and it has a foul smell, and the severed limb is red and swollen, and I have just felt his pulse, and he is still in a high fever—which is why he is unconscious."

"Doctor, save him, please." As she spoke, the woman knelt down again.

"I can't help it right now." Zhong Zhenguo shook his head helplessly, grabbed the woman, and said. "We are Chinese medicine practitioners, and you have to go to the hospital for such wounds, and you have to surgically remove the necrotic tissue and suture the wound."

"But—but we don't have any money." The woman began to cry, her face full of despair.

"Zhong Lao, who said that our Chinese medicine can't do surgery?" Yan Murong's voice came.

Zhong Zhenguo was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

yes, I almost forgot about this guy. You must know that when he first came to his hospital, he only relied on silver needles to save a seriously ill patient who was stabbed in the lung, and such a wound infection should also be treatable.

"Quick, Murong, come and take a look." Zhong Zhenguo hurriedly said. "I almost forgot about you just now."

Yan Murong smiled, walked up to the woman, looked at the woman and said. "If you believe me, how about letting me treat your husband?"

The woman raised her head and looked at Yan Murong standing beside him with a blank expression.

"Girl, this is our dean." Zhong Zhenguo said.

"Dean?" The woman was even more surprised. The man in front of him, who was wearing a white coat and was a few years younger than himself, turned out to be the dean?

"It's me." Yan Murong smiled and nodded. "Just now, Dr. Zhong also said that you have to go through surgery. However, since you said that you have no money, then you can only come to me, do you believe me? ”

"I—I believe it." The woman hesitated slightly, then nodded repeatedly.

She also has no choice. They are just coolies, and their families don't have much money, and the tens of thousands of surgical fees are not enough even if they sell all the blood on her body.

With an attitude of being a dead horse as a live horse doctor, she agreed to let Yan Murong treat her man - although he looked younger, he should be able to be the dean, and he should have a lot of ability.

"Wrong flower, help me with silver needles, alcohol cotton, gauze - oh, another scalpel, and a hospital bed." Yan Murong turned to Hua Cuo and commanded.

"I'll do it right away." Hua Wrong answered, and ran to the hospital with the three people he had brought. And the group of people who were queuing up to see a doctor for free also gathered around. They are also curious, curious about how Chinese medicine does surgery.

As for the sweaty, tired and half-dead experts who handed out the leaflets, they all looked surprised one by one, and they all immediately gathered around, and they also wanted to know what method this new young dean used to perform this operation.