MTL - Medical Sovereign-~ Chapter 70 Friendship

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Xiao Nuo did not wait for Master Pang to finish, and disappeared into the canteen.

Master Pang smiled and said to himself: "This girl is beautiful and sensible, and it is very suitable for Dr. Ding."

Immediately, I took out a small book and looked at the secrets that I had just remembered for a long time: "These little scorpions are well-being, and the two hands that Dr. Ding taught me are enough to make my cooking a big step. Hey!"

Wang Guoliang was a border guard who exchanged fire with a drug dealer during a border inspection last night. Although he successfully took the drug dealer, his right leg was also injured by a grenade.

Although the steel ball was removed after first aid, his leg bones had comminuted fractures and a large area of ​​muscle tissue necrosis occurred. The doctors had undergone consultation and announced that he could only perform amputation.

When he heard the news, he felt that the sky would collapse. He was only 21 years old this year, and he still had a long life, but his next life could only be spent in a wheelchair.

What made him even more unacceptable was that he had to retire early because of his disability and leave his passionate military career.

He ranked second in his family. His brother was killed because he refused to help the drug trafficking. He had vowed in front of his brother's cold body to seize the drug dealer who killed his brother and avenge his brother.

But now, he can't realize his vows, and he has to drag the disabled body to retire early. This makes him crying and crying.

The comrades were silently surrounded by his ward, his eyes were red, but he did not know how to comfort the brave warrior.

There are countless first-line fighters who are retired each year because of disability. Wang Guoliang is not the first case, and it is by no means the last case.

Although they were psychologically prepared from the day they became the border guards, they could not accept this reality when they arrived at their own comrades.

These bloody, tear-free men whimpered, letting tears flow freely, and the comfort of a thousand words could not be said, but only turned into silent crying.

In particular, Zhang Ziqiang, a comrade-in-arms who was saved by the kingdom and saved himself from being robbed, was crying.

Self-blame and jealousy let this iron-clad man linger in front of the doctor, keep on scratching his head, screaming, his forehead is blue, and even bloody, and pleading:

"I beg your doctor, save him, he is still young, he is only 21 years old, he was injured to save me, hey, now the medical skills are so developed, transplant my legs to him, please Please, doctor, beg you..."

Listening to Zhang Ziqiang's crying cry like Du Fu's blood, the iron-bone tenderness makes people cry.

Even if the attending doctor Fang Mingyang has long been used to this kind of scene, still can't help but be moved, his eyes are red, sad eyes closed, apologetic:

"Sorry, the current medical level is still not up to this level. There has been a large area of ​​tissue necrosis in his legs, and there is a tendency to spread. If you do not immediately amputate, you may be in danger."

Zhang Ziqiang was as if he had been pumped away and all the strength was soft on the ground, and he made a cry of desperation like a wolf: "Why, why is this? Guo Liang, I am sorry for you, if not for me, you will not... ”

"Strong brother, don't you say it, isn't it an amputation? Cut a leg, I still have a leg. I have already earned it compared to the dead comrades. Don't cry, don't cry..."

Wang Guoliang’s eyes contained tears, which in turn comforted Zhang Ziqiang, Zhang Ziqiang’s red eyes slammed Wang Guoliang’s headache and cried.

The men did not shed tears, but because they did not go to the sad place, the comrades gathered around, hugged the two, let the tears flow freely, the sobs of the voice let the smell of tears, see the sad.

Fang Mingyang stood by and turned his head and secretly wiped the tears in his eyes. Even as a doctor should not have the effect of affecting the patient's emotions, he still could not control when facing this group of the most lovely people. Live your own emotions.

"Dr. Fang, can you show me his medical records and films?"

A young voice screamed abruptly, and it seemed so striking in the sobs of sobbing.

Fang Mingyang looked at Ding Ning with a sigh of relief. He asked: "Are you?"

"I am Ding Ning from Ninghai, and Captain Zhou Yaozu can confirm my identity."

Ding Ning said that he was only habitually coming to the medical station. He did not expect to encounter such a scene. The deep friendship of these soldiers made him deeply touched, so he decided to shoot.

Muscle tissue is subjected to a strong external force and a large area of ​​necrosis occurs. In Western medicine, it is basically unsolvable and can only be treated with amputation.

In the view of Chinese medicine practitioners, there is no incurable injury in this world, but the level of doctors can not be achieved.

Muscle tissue necrosis is only caused by external damage to blood vessels, muscles and meridians, which causes the body to not self-circulate, resulting in muscle tissue necrosis.

As long as the blood vessels are dredged, the meridians are reorganized, the broken bones are restored, and the self-healing function of the human body is activated, and the metabolism of the cells stimulates the growth of the muscles.

"Dr. Ding? It turned out to be you, hello, I heard about you. I was with Yao Zu in a dormitory. He went back in the middle of the night last night. He told me about your business. I admire you. I also said that Time to ask you, the poison of poison arrow wood is not solved except for the red-backed bamboo grass, especially in the Mainland. It is not a joke to see the toxicity of blood-sealing throat, but you have let the poisoned person drag the two. The hour of death is really amazing. How did you do it?"

What Ding Ning didn't think was that Fang Mingyang knew him very well. Ding Ningyi reported himself to the door and immediately reached out with enthusiasm.

Ding Ning took a smile on his handcuffs: "I am an ancestral Chinese medicine practitioner, using a method that can delay the spread of toxicity. It is not worth mentioning, but our current priority is the injury of this soldier, I can see Looking at medical records and films?"

"Yes, of course, Xiao Liu, take Wang Guoliang's medical records and films."

Fang Mingyang is also a very refreshing person, telling a pretty little nurse behind him to take a medical record, holding Ding Ning's hand is not loose, sighing and sighing:

"To tell the truth, it is too bad to be a military doctor, especially in our frontier hospitals. It is a huge torture for our body and mind. Every time we look at their injuries, they are helpless, and the pain in their hearts is like a needle. I am not afraid of your jokes. Every time I see these lovely warriors being disabled or even killed in order to protect our frontiers, I can’t help but want to cry and hate my incompetence."

"This shows that Dr. Fang is a person with a personality. The military doctors face a relatively simple receptor. They are brave fighters. It is normal for some emotions to fluctuate. Unlike doctors in the Mainland, anyone can get in touch and become accustomed to it. Life and death parting, it becomes numb, I can understand the doctor’s mood, just like this warrior, I was the first time I saw such a scene, and I couldn’t help but be moved, so I want to try it. I don't know if the doctor can give me a chance."

Ding Ning's good feelings in Mingyang have doubled. Compared with the doctors in the mainland's major hospitals who have long been insensitive to life and death, these military doctors are as lovely as the fearless soldiers.

Fang Mingyang looked at Wang Guoliang with a dilemma: "From my personal point of view, I certainly hope that Dr. Ding will be able to rejuvenate and not let Wang Guoliang suffer the pain of amputation, but this must be consulted by the superiors, as well as Wang Guoliang’s own opinion. Take the liberty to ask, Dr. Ding, how much do you have the ability to cure Wang Guoliang without amputation?"

Ding Ning thought a little, confidently replied: "Now I dare not say that there is a certain degree of certainty, let me check it out for him."

At this moment, Wang Guoliang’s comrades all stopped crying and looked at Dr. Fang and Ding Ning.

Zhang Ziqiang even clenched his fist and stared at Ding Ning tightly. His eyes were filled with the color of Xifeng, and he was not allowed to amputate Wang Guoliang. He was willing to pay any price.

"Wang Guoliang, this is Dr. Ding from Ninghai. His medical skills are very clever. Even Dr. Zhou is highly acclaimed. Would you like to let him try?"

Fang Mingyang’s question of the temperature and the question of Wang Guoliang, carrying out the name of Zhou Yaozu, is also because Zhou Yaozu’s position in the hearts of the soldiers is extremely lofty. He is superior to Fang Mingyang in terms of surgery.

Wang Guoliang’s eyes suddenly burst into a fascinating look, and nodded heavily: "I am willing to try."

Ding Ning's mouth with a smile, quickly walked to the side of Wang Guoliang's body, put his finger on his wrist, absolutely touched and launched, forming a stereo image in his mind.

The right leg has a comminuted fracture of the thigh bone, the meridian breaks more than half, the venous blood vessel breaks, the blood can not circulate, and the muscle tissue necrosis has a tendency to spread. It is no wonder that the hospital is helpless and can only amputate.

The ward was silent, everyone was holding his breath, staring nervously at Ding Ning, watching every change in his look.

Ding Ning sometimes frowns, sometimes stretches, and sometimes thinks hard, each expression affects the hearts of those present.

Wang Guoliang’s comrades-in-arms are more than seven in the heart. The heart refers to the eyes of the blind man, just like the prisoner who waits for the judge’s final judgment, lest this last hope be cut off.

Even Xiao Liu nurse sent medical records and films, and Fang Mingyang erected his index finger and snorted, so that she would not disturb Ding Ning's diagnosis.

Xiao Liu’s nurse squinted at her eyes and curiously looked at Ding Ning’s young, over-the-counter doctor, secretly speculating on how old the doctor from the mainland was, and it’s not reliable.

However, the focus on the look is really handsome, Xiao Liu nurse did not know what to think of, pretty face red.

For a long time, in the nervous attention of everyone, Ding Ning loosened Wang Guoliang's wrist, and his mouth showed a smile. "80%, I have 80% of the grasp to cure him."

"Yeah!" There was a thrilling carnival sound in the entire ward. Zhang Ziqiang slammed his knees on the ground and did not speak. The tears flowed down and he couldn’t stop crying. "Dr. Ding, thank you, thank you!"

Wang Guoliang was shocked and looked at Ding Ning with disbelief. He swallowed his mouth and asked: "Dr. Ding, I really don't need amputation?"

"Yes, without amputation, I have a good grasp of 80% to cure you, but..."

With one of Ding Ning's ones, everyone was nervous again, staring nervously at Ding Ning, lest he heard any bad news.

"However, you must cooperate with my treatment. Your injury is very serious. At least you must stay in bed for half a year to do some rehabilitative recovery exercises. You must never do too vigorous exercise. Otherwise, the gods will not save you."

Ding Ning looked serious and shouted.

"When can I return to the team? Can I not be active in the future?"

Wang Guoliang swallowed his mouth and asked with concern.

"That's not, if the recovery is good, up to eight months, I promise you are alive and kicking, no difference."

Ding Ning said confidently.