When Huo Sixiao heard the news, it was like a bolt from the blue.

People who were fine in the morning had an accident in the afternoon, what's going on!

Song Luoying saw Huo Sixiao's hand trembling, and immediately grabbed his hand and comforted him: "Don't worry, it'll be fine, maybe I'll wake up later." ”

Song Luoying's words calmed Huo Sixiao a little, and he looked at the comer: "Where is Wang Zhen?" ”

"Military Hospital."

Huo Sixiao strode out.

Song Luoying closed the door and rode to catch up, she stopped in front of Huo Sixiao: "Come up." ”

Huo Sixiao didn't say a word and sat up.

Song Luoying stepped on it quickly.

It didn't take long to arrive at the hospital.

She sent people and rode to Tu Lao's again.

Before the person arrived, the voice arrived first: "Master, Master......"

When Tu Lao heard the voice, he immediately walked out of the house, and he saw Song Luoying sweating profusely, frowning: "What's wrong, this is, in a hurry!" ”

Song Luoying grabbed Tu Lao's arm: "Master, there is a soldier who has been shot in the head, I want you to take a look." ”

She has superb medical skills, and even if she can solve it, no one will believe it, so she can only bring the cheap master over to cover up.

When Tu Lao heard this, he hurriedly took out the medicine box engraved with the red cross, closed the door again, and sat on the back of the bicycle.

Song Luoying rode fast, and Tu Lao behind was frightened: "Apprentice, can you slow down, your master and I are old and can't stand the bumps." ”

Song Luoying had no choice but to slow down.

When the two arrived at the hospital, Wang Zhen was in a coma, surrounded by many comrades-in-arms, their eyes were red and grief-stricken.

Song Luoying pulled away the crowd: "Let one go, let one go." ”

The soldiers of the third regiment knew Song Luoying.

They consciously get out of the way.

Finally there was no need to squeeze, Song Luoying asked Tu Lao to go first: "Master, quick, come and help him take a look." ”

Tu Lao walked over and took the inspection report from Huo Sixiao's hand.

It was only when the bullet hit the patient's head that he fell unconscious.

This surgery is somewhat difficult.

Doctors who are not particularly skilled in medicine do not dare to open their skulls to take bullets.

However, in Tu Lao's opinion, in the case of Wang Zhen, as long as the meridians are sealed with silver needles, there is still no problem.

"Luoluo, can be saved."

Hearing this, Song Luoying had to sigh that her master really had two brushes.

The bullet entered the brain from the top of Wang Zhen's right head, which was very dangerous, and he would die if he was not operated properly.

The reason why the doctor did not dare to take the bullet was because he was afraid that Wang Zhen would die on the operating table.

When everyone heard Tu Lao say that he could be saved, they became excited one by one: "Old doctor, can you really save it?" ”

"Old doctor, after the bullet is taken out, will there be sequelae?"

"Old Doctor......

Tu Lao was so noisy by everyone: "Quiet, quiet, you let me out, you don't need too many people here, just leave one or two." ”

The division commander knew Tu Lao, and when he heard him say that he could be saved, the excitement in his heart was indescribable: "Tu Lao, thank you so much!" ”

Tu Lao snorted coldly: "If you really want to thank me, drive these eyesore away, and they will die one by one." ”

The division commander swept towards the fighters in the ward, leaving only four people, and the others returned to the troops.

Although the soldiers were reluctant, the doctor spoke, and they could only leave with prayers.

Tu Lao asked people to arrange the operating room.

The young doctor didn't know Tu Lao, and when he heard that the operating room was going to be arranged, he couldn't help but feel worried.

"Old man, you are not a doctor in our hospital, you can't arrange the operating room casually, this is the rule."

Tu Lao didn't bother to talk to her much, so he went directly to the dean: "I want an operating room, you can arrange it for me." ”

When the dean saw Tu Lao, he was overjoyed, and his voice was excited: "Oh, what kind of wind blew you here." ”

Tu Lao looked at him impatiently: "Don't give me all these things that I don't have, quickly arrange an operating room for me." ”

Tu Lao spoke, how dare the dean disobey, he personally arranged the operating room for Tu Lao: "Tu Lao, this operating room is the best." ”

Tu Lao didn't even give him a look.

He turned his head to look at Song Luoying: "Luoluo, you come to be my helper." ”

The dean also wanted to stuff two people in to observe, but Tu Lao was in the way, so the dean had to give up.

The doctor who refused to arrange the operating room saw that the dean was very enthusiastic about Tu Lao, and she asked in a low voice, "Dean, who is he?" ”

The dean touched his beard, and his eyes showed admiration: "He, everyone calls him Tu Lao, he is known as "Hua Tuo in the world", with him, the operation will definitely be successful." ”

The doctor gasped, what the hell had she just done!

In fact, Tu Lao didn't blame her at all, the hospital has hospital rules, and she is right to do so.

After entering the operating room, Song Luoying knew that her master not only knew Chinese medicine but also Western medicine.

It seems that the master can do it alone, and her medical skills can only continue to hide.

The people inside were methodically busy operating on patients.

The people outside were anxious, like ants on a hot pot, circling the corridor.

"Commander, can that old doctor do it?"

"It's been three hours, why haven't you come out yet?"

"Company commander, you must get through."

Huo Sixiao still hasn't figured out how Wang Zhen was injured, he looked up at Chen Jianjun: "What the hell is going on?" ”

Chen Jianjun held his head with a painful expression: "He was injured to save me." ”

Three years ago, the bandits he caught escaped from prison and came to him for revenge.

was seen by Wang Zhen and blocked two shots for him, one in the head and one in the chest, both of which were particularly dangerous parts.

After listening to this, Huo Sixiao was silent.

Chen Jianjun can't be blamed for this!

In the evening, the door to the operating room finally opened.

Huo Sixiao took a stride in front of Song Luoying and asked nervously, "How are the people?" ”

Song Luoying took off her mask and patted Huo Sixiao's shoulder with a smile: "The operation was successful, as long as you don't have a fever tonight, you will be fine." ”

Huo Sixiao understood, everything still depends on tonight: "You go back with Master first, I'll guard here." ”

Song Luoying took out a white porcelain bottle from her pocket and gave it to Huo Sixiao: "This is a fever reducer, if you have a fever, give him a pill, it can relieve it, you don't have to eat it if you don't have a fever." ”

Huo Sixiao accepted the porcelain vase: "Thank you for your hard work." ”

……

Wang Zhen is a soldier with excellent physical fitness, and he does not have a fever at night.

He woke up at ten o'clock the next morning, and he looked at the yellowed ceiling, stupid, this is hell? How is it the same as a military hospital, is there a hospital in hell?

"Wang Zhen, you're awake!" Huo Sixiao came in, saw that he had opened his eyes, and immediately ran to call the doctor: "Doctor, doctor, Wang Zhen of the nineteenth bed has woken up." ”

Wang Zhen looked at the back in the distance and was even more stunned, how could the head of the regiment be in hell? Is he dead too?

After a while, he saw two doctors in white coats running towards him, taking his temperature, blood pressure, and heart rate......

When the doctor touched him, the residual warmth left behind made Wang Zhen realize that something was wrong, he looked at Huo Sixiao hoarsely and asked, "Commander, I, I'm not dead?" ”