"Get some grass bark and touch it to heal the wound? You guys are witchcraft! Just when Mao Shibai was treating Chen Kangjian, a nurse who came over with a clean bandage witnessed the whole process, and then complained to Qin Zhiyuan.

"What can we do? Your medical resources are limited to provide us with effective treatment, and we are left to fend for ourselves. "For the effect of traditional Chinese medicine, Qin Zhiyuan can't explain it.

Westerners look at Chinese medicine as much as they see witchcraft, and until the 21st century, there are still a large number of Westerners who do not recognize Chinese medicine, thinking that it is witchcraft.

Hi...... Not to mention foreigners, many Chinese think that Chinese medicine is witchcraft, there is a headache and brain fever to go to the hospital, as long as there is Chinese patent medicine in the prescription prescribed by the doctor, it will not be done, and it must be replaced with Western medicine.

Westerners and Chinese are different in terms of body structure, why are Westerners' medicines better than Chinese medicine?

This is true, Westerners have 206 bones in their bodies, and Chinese only have 204. The little fingers of people's feet are three sections, and we are all two......

…… Far from it, it is beyond the scope of this book.

"It does seem to have some effect." The blonde nurse looked at it for a long time, and suddenly came out with such a sentence.

Chen Kangjian put on the medicine, he was still alive and dead just now, and he was already alive and kicking at this time, not only acting as usual, but also joining the labor team to help carry boxes, stretchers and something, which was indeed very magical.

By this time, more than a dozen wounded in the labor team had been treated, including Qin Zhiyuan. It's not just the chief Mao who can stitch up his wounds, but at least half of the labor team can.

Chinese men are well-known all-round kings in the world, who can build houses, paint walls, make furniture, cook, repair things, and can basically do everything except give birth.

In the early 20th century, more than half of the Chinese knew some medical skills, as long as they were adults, they could shoot.

This is not an exaggeration, in another time and space, Qin Zhiyuan's hometown is in the plains of eastern Henan, Qin Zhiyuan remembered his grandmother telling him when he was a child, the village they lived in used to be a village, there were four people nearly seven meters high wall, there was a moat fifty meters wide and three meters deep, and the wall was hollowed out with a whole tree, and the earthen cannon with an iron hoop was used to hollow out the heart of the tree on the wall, and there were also repeating guns that were rifled. At that time, eastern Henan was the land of four wars...... No, the land of a hundred battles, full of bandits, full of horse thieves. The bandits roared across the country on horseback, and if they broke through a stockade, they would plunder it, and the people in the stockade would either be coerced by the bandits or slaughtered. That was Qin Zhiyuan's grandmother, who was only 15 years old, was Qin Zhiyuan's grandfather's child daughter-in-law, and a little girl with bound feet had learned to shoot, and the chaos could be seen.

It's a bit far, but it's not nonsense, Qin Zhiyuan's grandmother was born in 1915, and it has been like that in eastern Henan since he can remember, Qin Zhiyuan has seen the saber used in his uncle's house, and the appearance is similar to the 65-style cavalry knife, Qin Zhiyuan has carried it, at least 10 pounds, real guy, I have seen blood. When Qin Zhiyuan was a child in his hometown, a bunch of bullets and detonators were turned out from under his uncle's bed, and his uncle was a teacher, which showed the extent of the proliferation of these prohibited items.

……

"It's really good, maybe they won't have surgery to get bullets or anything, but when it comes to stitching up wounds, at least half of us do." Qin Zhiyuan doesn't mind exposing the dual talent skills of the laborers, and the more talents, the greater the value of the labor team.

"Oh...... It's amazing. The little nurse exclaimed, and then ran quickly to report to the doctor.

"Is what Kelly said true? Do you really stitch up wounds? The glove-wearing military doctor was full of suspicion, but he still came to verify it in person.

"Yes, I don't have to lie to you, that won't do me any good. Do you want me to show you my wounds? "Qin Zhiyuan was injured in his forearm, a wound about seven or eight centimeters long, which was cut by a bullet. Of course, the stitches have now been completed.

"Can you show me? You see, I have too many people here who need stitches, we're understaffed and busy, and if you can do it, I think you'll get more pay. "The Mediterranean Medic is quite honest, and if there is no one to help, he can only watch many people die helplessly in the wail, and he is helpless.

Tens of thousands of wounded people are really too busy to rely on the dozens of doctors and nurses who were present.

"Hi...... Brother, can you help me? Even if I was sewn to death by you, I would admit it. A wounded soldier on the stretcher next to him heard the conversation between Qin Zhiyuan and the military doctor and offered to participate in the test.

"Is that okay?" Qin Zhiyuan gestured to the military doctor.

"Please!" The wounded soldiers on the ground were still pleading.

More wounded soldiers are watching here, they don't want to lie on the ground and wait to die, if they don't get timely treatment, many of them will die from blood loss, and all they have left for their families is a letter of condolence from the military headquarters.

"Let your people try it, God forbid." Although the military doctor is used to seeing death, he still wants to save more lives.

"Old Dao, come here, you can ask for money for this." Qin Zhiyuan immediately called Mao Eighteen.

To help the wounded of the labor team, Mao 18 can help the French to heal the wounds without charge, which costs money.

It has to be Forex!

"It's coming!" When Mao Shibai heard Qin Zhiyuan's greeting, he immediately rushed over, still muttering: "I said Qin Ye, the old man has a name and a surname, and he has contributed to the brothers, can't you still treat him squarely?" ”

"Damn, don't talk nonsense, see if this can be cured, I'll help you ask him for medical expenses." Qin Zhiyuan still remembers Mao Eighteen's sentence "Thanks for your patronage" just now, and it is best to mention money for money strings.

"Okay, just look at it, if I don't see it well, you will smash my signboard." As soon as he heard the "medical expenses", Mao Shiba's eyes suddenly flashed with small stars, and he didn't let go of his arms around the wounded soldier's thighs.

"Damn, your wound is three points into the flesh, the wound is nearly a foot long, it has hurt the muscles and bones, and there are still gold and stone things left in the wound, and it can't be healed in three or five months without cultivation. Fortunately, you kid has a good life, and you met the head of this way, and the head of this way will let you see what is called the secret art of the fairy family today, and watch the head of this way come back to life. Mao Eighteen's mouth was like chanting scriptures, babbling non-stop, and it didn't matter whether people could understand it or not.

Mao Eighteen muttered in his mouth, but the start was fast, but in three or two minutes, the wound was debrided, and then the needle and lead were quickly sutured, and the usual "bah" was spit on the wound, and finally tied a beautiful bow.

"Okay, two months at most, I'll keep you alive......" Mao 18 finished speaking, and stretched out his hand sheepishly.

"Uh...... Thank you, it's cool, I feel much better. The wounded soldier was busy thanking him, and suddenly saw his hands like the paws of Mao Eighteen chickens, and he lost too much blood for a while and was a little confused, and he didn't react.

"This ......," Mao Eighteen laughed sheepishly, then rubbed his fingers and made a general gesture.

"Oh......" The wounded soldier suddenly realized, and after touching it for a long time, he didn't touch anything valuable, so he directly took off the pocket watch and handed it to Mao Shiba's hand.

"Hehe, Qin Ye, this is a rare thing, so I will honor you." Mao Shibamei played with it, and then sent it to Qin Zhiyuan.

"I'm hot......" Qin Zhiyuan has the heart to hang himself, what kind of fucking people are these people!

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