"What's your name?"

"Xiao He, the He of the Ear. ”

"Uh...... How old are you?"

"Mr. Hui, Xiao He is nine years old. ”

Zhang Shuo originally thought that Situ Weiming would find a lot of young men to be his "apprentices", but he didn't expect that when he went to treat the wounded soldiers the next morning, Situ Weiming only brought a girl.

This is a very smart little girl, Zhang Shuo can see after a simple conversation that this girl has a maturity far beyond her peers, speaks in an orderly manner, and does not seem to be inferior to Situ Weiming.

Why do you say that? Because when Zhang Shuo asked the girl, Situ Weiming kept standing aside, bowing his head, and didn't say a word.

Generally speaking, this girl was introduced by Situ Weiming, so the relevant information about this girl should also be what he told Zhang Shuo, but he just stood aside, as if he didn't dare to talk much.

"Xiao He, since you call me sir, do you know what you came here to study?" Zhang Shuo asked with a frown.

"I know, Xiao He wants to learn from Mr. to heal his injuries. The girl's voice was a little hoarse, and she should have entered a period of voice change.

Zhang Shuo glanced at Situ Weiming in surprise, and saw that Situ Weiming didn't explain things clearly, battlefield medical surgery is a first-aid technique used on the battlefield, can such a young girl go to the battlefield?

Forget it, since they have all agreed, Zhang Shuo naturally can't be untrustworthy, Situ Weiming must have his reason for sending a little girl, Zhang Shuo doesn't want to care, he just needs to teach medical skills to others according to the agreement.

"You and I will come ......" Zhang Shuo beckoned to Xiao He and motioned for her to follow him.

More than 400 wounded soldiers, the ordinary bamboo building must not be able to accommodate, Wu Pei placed these wounded soldiers in an open-air shelf shed in the camp, originally this was used to dry dried meat and preserved fruits, but now it is covered with a layer of hay, directly as a wounded soldier camp.

Zhang Shuo led Xiao He past the wounded soldiers, and every few steps, the wounded soldiers greeted him warmly.

Zhang Shuo liked this feeling very much, he finally understood why the professor who taught him at the beginning said that "being a doctor is addictive", and the medicine for these wounded soldiers was all bought by Zhang Suo himself, at least it cost more than 20,000 yuan, but now Zhang Shuo does not feel distressed at all.

Seeing a patient recover is a spiritual satisfaction for a doctor.

"First of all, what I want to teach you is the blood circulation in the human body, knowing some of the main vascular divisions, you can effectively compress and stop bleeding......" Zhang Shuo took Xiao He to a wounded soldier of moderate size, and began to tell Xiao He some basic knowledge of human blood circulation.

Zhang Shuo used the body of the wounded soldier as a model, tried to use as few proper nouns as possible, and simply told Xiao He about the general division of some major arteries and veins, he spoke very seriously, and Xiao He also listened quietly.

This talk is about noon, the tradition of this world is two meals a day, that is, one meal in the morning and one in the evening, Zhang Shuo is different, he is used to three meals a day, besides, there is a sick number in his bamboo building that needs to be taken care of.

So Zhang Shuo asked Xiao He to go home first, and then came back to listen to the lecture in the afternoon, and he got up and returned to the bamboo building.

In the bamboo building, Red Sleeves was still unconscious, Zhang Shuo boiled some porridge and fed her a small bowl.

When Zhang Shuo got up in the morning, he took advantage of the sunrise to inhale a large wave of aura, and dispersed some of the xenomorph aura in Red Sleeve's body, as for when Red Sleeve would wake up, he couldn't be sure.

Just when Zhang Shuo was taking care of Red Sleeves in the bamboo building, on the other side, Xiao He, who had just experienced Zhang Shuo's cramming teaching, was quietly kneeling opposite an old man.

The old man wore a short coarse cloth unique to the Wu people, his face was smeared with red and black oil paint, his hair was thin, and he was still drooping and old.

"The Miracle Doctor...... How did he teach?"

The old man held a stone mortar in his arms, a clay pot on the left side, and from time to time took out some centipedes or black-shell beetles from the clay pot and put them into the stone mortar, and his right hand held a stone pestle, calmly and forcefully pounding the poisonous insects in the stone mortar.

"Grandpa, Mr. spoke very well, and Xiao He benefited a lot. Xiao He lowered his eyebrows, and the bangs on his forehead covered most of his face, showing the calmness that should not be present at this age.

"Since that's the case, then study hard......" The stone pestle in the old man's hand stopped, as if he was looking for something, Xiao He, who was kneeling on the opposite side, stood up very naturally, took out a copper needle, lightly touched his finger, and then dripped the oozing blood beads into the stone mortar.

"Alas!" Grandpa sighed, "Grandpa is already old, and his blood has no spirituality, you are the most qualified person Grandpa has ever seen, so you can't follow Grandpa's old path!"

"Xiao He knows. Xiao He returned to his original position very obediently and knelt down again.

Xiao He knows very well what kind of price Grandpa has paid for her to survive until now, the more spiritual her bloodline is, the greater the punishment of heaven and earth for her, this world cannot tolerate "witches"!

In the afternoon, Zhang Shuo finished lunch and returned to the wounded barracks again.

When Zhang Shuo arrived at the wounded barracks, he found that Xiao He had been waiting here for a long time, Situ Weiming had not shown up since he sent the person here, and Zhang Shuo didn't know what medicine he was selling in his gourd.

After leading Xiao He into the wounded barracks, Zhang Shuo began to review some of the knowledge taught in the morning, and he found that Xiao He, this girl, was indeed very smart, and she could write down all the vascular divisions she said in the morning, and pointed them out one by one.

This is not a simple matter! Xiao He has no textbooks, let alone notes, and it is entirely by relying on Zhang's oral teachings that she can firmly grasp this knowledge, even some modern geniuses may not be able to do it!

Moreover, although Zhang Shuo has minimized some proper nouns, basic terms such as "superior vena cava", "radial artery" and "inferior mesenteric vein" still need to be talked about.

In order to satisfy his curiosity, Zhang Shuo began to tell Xiao He some deep-seated things, such as the functions of various organs of internal organs, as well as some knowledge of the nervous system, and from time to time asked questions about the things he talked about not long ago, Xiao He was able to answer them all!

Zhang Shuo has been sure that, at least in terms of memory, this little girl has completely exploded her eighteen streets, just like that, one is desperately pulling ink out of her stomach, and the other has been holding her head and taking all the orders, and before you know it, when it gets dark, Zhang Shuo has finished some simple knowledge of human anatomy!

Seeing that it was dark, Zhang Shuo sent Xiao He away in a little dazed, but he didn't notice that the moment Xiao He turned around, the corners of his mouth curled up a beautiful arc, obviously, she was very satisfied with what she learned today.