Today is the first day after the riots, and Su Yuanyuan saw a lot of people who were cut on the street yesterday, some of them were ordinary people, and some of them were dignitaries, and there will definitely be a sensation on the street today.

She asked Qingyi to take a pen and paper, and simply wrote four big words, "free medical treatment".

The piece of paper, which was about one meter long and half a meter wide, was pasted on the wooden board in front of the door, which instantly attracted people's attention.

Su Yuanyuan asked Dong Kite and Qingyi to prepare a large number of anti-inflammatory drugs and hemostasis and stasis medicines.

She set up a small stall in front of the door, planning to treat people outside.

Some people can't believe that yesterday Flyshan City was defenseless, and the people suffered heavy casualties, and at this time it was the time when the pharmacy and medical hall made a lot of money, how could anyone be stupid enough to treat the doctor for free?

There was a fat man limping past Su Yuanyuan's stall in gorgeous clothes, and he looked mocking and spat at her disdainfully.

Shi Yuanwai was almost cut by those people yesterday, if he hadn't run fast, this little life would have been gone!

He saw that Su Yuanyuan had set up a stall for free medical treatment, and his fleshy face was full of disdain, "What kind of heart!" ”

With her three-legged cat's medical skills, she's thankful that she doesn't heal people to death.

Su Yuanyuan didn't care about him, and some people who were injured yesterday and couldn't cure them dragged their sick bodies and slowly walked to Su Yuanyuan's stall.

They looked at the big words on the paper, and at the beautiful girl sitting beside them, and hesitated how to speak.

Su Yuanyuan beckoned him to sit on the stool in front of him, "Uncle, let me show you." ”

An old man's leg was cut, and he limped on a stool, exposing his thighs to Su Yuanyuan.

The flesh and blood outside the wound turned out, and the bone was visible deep in the knife edge, and anyone who saw it would be shocked.

Now that the weather is hot, if you don't treat the wound properly, it will definitely become inflamed and suppurated, and when the time comes, the leg will not be saved.

When the old man sat down, he was worried about whether Su Yuanyuan was really free to see a doctor.

But when she saw Su Yuanyuan holding a curved needle with small tweezers, and she was still wearing a black thread, she was so frightened that she almost ejected.

"You, you, you! What are you doing! ”

The old man looked at Su Yuanyuan in horror, for fear that she would sew up her legs next.

Su Yuanyuan was so excited when she saw the old man's reaction, and even the onlookers who wanted to come forward for treatment were frightened away by the needle and thread in her hand.

She frowned deeply and patiently explained to people, "Don't worry, only people whose wounds are deep and can't heal on their own need to be stitched up with needles and threads, and it won't hurt." ”

The old man's face was wrinkled into bitter gourd, he looked at Su Yuanyuan, and his hesitant eyes pierced Su Yuanyuan's heart deeply.

He was afraid of this treatment, but he didn't have the money to go to other hospitals for treatment, so he fell into a tangle for a while.

Su Yuanyuan pulled him to sit down and explained to him the severity of the wound on his leg.

"I sew! I sew! ”

He would rather get a few stitches himself than lose a leg.

Su Yuanyuan sprinkled numbing on his wound first, and the old man only felt a burst of numbness, and he didn't feel any more than touching his thigh.

He had never seen such a miraculous medicinal powder, and looked at Su Yuanyuan in surprise.

Su Yuanyuan waited for a while, and only after the effects of the medicine came out did he start to disinfect the old man, flush away the bruises on the surface, and start to use needles to stitch him up after cleaning up.

The onlookers, including the stone workers who were watching the excitement on the side, grinned when they saw this scene, as if they were also being pricked by needles in their legs.

But the old man didn't change his face, like a nobody.

People came forward curiously, the old man's leg was really stitched, but why didn't he hurt?

Recalling the steps of Su Yuanyuan's medical treatment, people immediately thought of the white medicine powder that Su Yuanyuan sprinkled at the beginning, could it be the credit of that thing?

The old man didn't expect that it wouldn't hurt, so he grinned instantly, and didn't forget to show off to the people around him, "It doesn't hurt!" It really doesn't hurt! ”

With the first person at the beginning, the people behind also began to believe in Su Yuanyuan.

Rushing to show her her wounds, people surrounded Su Yuanyuan for a while, and Qingyi, who was busy in the back room, thought that someone was going to beat her in groups, so he hurriedly ran out.

"Line up! All in line! ”

He yelled fiercely, and the group was stunned for a while, and they all obediently ran to the back and lined up in a long line.

Some people were cut, Su Yuanyuan stitched them up, and some people were bruises and falls, so Su Yuanyuan applied them with ointment to invigorate blood and remove blood stasis.

Some people saw that the old man stitched up the wound and sprinkled white medicine powder, so it didn't hurt, and they also clamored for Su Yuanyuan to sprinkle white medicine powder on them to relieve the pain.

How laborious is the preparation of this anesthetic Su Yuanyuan didn't want to say any more, she didn't want to waste it on people who didn't need it.

The small injuries were dealt with directly.

Those who came to make trouble and ask for anesthetics were all dealt with by Su Yuanyuan, and everyone looked at the beautiful woman who couldn't take their eyes off after dealing with the wounds, it was really a femme fatale.

Qi Rui and Xingyun stood not far away, watching a woman in white sitting in front of the stall to treat people.

As the sun rose, the young man inside came out and offered her a parasol, and she hid herself in the little shadow.

She only used a crimson headband to pull up her long hair loosely, and the broken hair hanging down on both sides gave her a poignant feeling.

Qi Rui stared at her without blinking, she was busy all morning, her cheeks were hot and red, her mouth was panting slightly, and she showed her little tiger teeth when she smiled at the patient, which was cute and cute.

Qi Rui asked Xingyun to go to a living room to buy a bowl of ice mung bean soup, the food box could withstand some heat, and the white porcelain bowl was full of small water droplets.

He stopped a young boy passing by, handed him the food box, and took out a tael of silver from his purse to pay him.

The little boy had never seen such a big piece of silver, and subconsciously thought that it was worthless, but Xingyun sighed helplessly, and took out a few copper plates from his pocket and gave them to him.

When the little boy saw that he was a companion who could buy sugar gourds, he immediately smiled, picked up the food box and ran towards Su Yuanyuan.

Qi Rui's eyebrows twisted slightly, and his eyes were fixed on the rickety food box, for fear that the little boy would spill it.

Su Yuanyuan was so busy all morning that she didn't even have time to drink her saliva, and when her mouth was dry, a little boy ran to her with a food box.

"Sister, give!"

He put the food box in front of Su Yuanyuan, and Su Yuanyuan opened it curiously, and it was a bowl of chilled mung bean soup.

It is most comfortable and delicious to drink in this hot early summer.

"Who told you to send it?"