Reborn 1960 The little orphan girl has some money

At night, An Moxue woke up with a short and rapid knock on the door. The knock came from outside the bedroom door. She took out a silent pistol, loaded the bullet, asked "Who?" and then quickly ran behind the door.

"Mo Xue, it's me, Wu Sicheng." Anxiety could be heard in the voice.

An Moxue asked: "Wu Sicheng?"

"Yes."

An Moxue listened carefully again and found that there was only one person's breathing rate outside, but there was no guarantee that it was really him, what if someone imitated the voice?

"You retreat to the end of the corridor, turn on the light, and stand still." An Moxue listened carefully to the sounds in the corridor outside the door. She heard the sound of quickly retreating footsteps, the sound of turning on the light, the sound of footsteps stopping, and then the sound of footsteps outside. The voice that replied: "Moxue, I'm fine."

An Moxue opened the door cautiously and saw Wu Sicheng standing in the corridor. She calmly put away her pistol and walked towards him, asking, "What's the matter with you coming here suddenly?"

"Mo Xue, one of our comrades is now infected with a wound and has a high fever. His personnel is unknown. Do you have any good medicine? I don't dare to go to the hospital now." Wu Sicheng looked at An Moxue with expectation in his eyes.

"How many days have the wound been there? How many days has the fever been there?" An Moxue asked. She knew the situation must be urgent, otherwise Wu Sicheng would not come to her at this time.

"I've been injured for six days and had a fever for four days. Now I'm completely unconscious."

An Moxue thought for a while and said, "Wait for me."

After saying that, without waiting for Wu Sicheng's reply, he entered the bedroom and closed the door.

After a while, a blond beauty with blue eyes came out, holding a medical kit in her hand. Wu Sicheng asked uncertainly: "Mo Xue?".

"Yeah." An Moxue said, holding the medical kit, "Let's go! Is it far?

The two people walked out and said, "It's not too far from where I live. If you feel uncomfortable after I ride too fast, just tell me."

"Well, it's okay, just ride as fast as you can."

Outside the gate, Wu Sicheng started the motorcycle, and An Moxue got on it. The motorcycle sped out like an arrow from the string, making it particularly jarring in the silent night.

Wu Sicheng's whole body was tense. An Moxue thought he was worried about his companions, so she leaned close to his ear and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, you will be fine after taking the medicine."

Wu Sicheng responded in a low voice: "Yes." In fact, he was not only thinking about his companion who couldn't relax, but also because An Moxue was holding his waist. He had never been in such close contact with a girl, and he could not feel tense all over. ?

But you can't say this to An Moxue.

The roaring sound of the motor was even more harsh in this silent night. Wu Sicheng felt that the time was so long. Why hadn't he arrived yet? When he came out, his companion was already unconscious and his whole body was red with fever. He didn't know how he was doing now?But you must hold on!

Finally, after turning another street, the motorcycle stopped.

Wu Sicheng said: "Mo Xue, come with me, we haven't arrived yet."

After saying that, he quickly ran forward, followed closely by An Moxue. After running for a few minutes, he arrived at a small single-family house. Wu Sicheng opened the door and went in, followed closely by An Moxue.

Entering the house, there was a man lying unconscious in the small room. He was taller than Wu Sicheng. Now lying on the bed, An Moxue felt inexplicably uncomfortable and sour.

She came forward with the medical kit and first took a thermometer and stuffed it under the unconscious man's armpit.

At this time Wu Sicheng said: "He was injured in the abdomen. The bullet has been taken out, but he still has a fever."

"Did you take it?" An Moxue opened the wound for inspection while understanding the patient's basic condition with Wu Sicheng.

"Well, the situation was urgent and I had no choice but to take it. There wasn't much blood at that time!" Wu Sicheng was very upset. He could have been more careful at that time.

"What did you use to remove it?" An Moxue had opened the gauze and exposed the wound. The wound was not big, but it could be seen that it was inflamed, with redness and swelling around it and signs of decay.

"The dagger. I didn't have any disinfectant at the time, so I had to bake the dagger with fire." Wu Sicheng also lowered his head slightly and looked at the wound.

An Moxue took out the thermometer, took a look at it, and handed the thermometer to Wu Sicheng.

Wu Sicheng took it and took a look. It was 42 degrees. He was so frightened that his heart was pounding. What kind of good person would it take to hold on like this?

He put the thermometer back in the medicine box and said, "Is there hope for him? We both came out together. At that time, her wife was pregnant. Now that the children have been born, he doesn't know whether it's a boy or a girl! If he hadn't understood Russian at that time, , the two of us are relatively good, and we wouldn’t ask him to go on this mission. His wife is not a particularly strong and independent person. He was still worried when she left. If there is something wrong with this, it will not be easy for the two of us to get through it. .”

An Moxue said: "Go and boil some hot water, rub his whole body, do some physical cooling, and treat the wounds first. It's like this anyway, let's treat a dead horse as a living horse! I'll give him a fever-reducing pill first. medicine."

As An Moxue spoke, she put her arms around the patient's neck and caressed him against her. Then she took a fever-reducing medicine and stuffed it into the patient's mouth. There was water on the table next to her. It was already cold, so Wu Sicheng poured some more. The hot water went in, and An Moxue poured the water into the patient's mouth.

Fortunately, he could still drink the water. Although part of the water spilled out, he drank some of it. Wu Sicheng wiped him with a towel.

What An Moxue didn't say was that I was also a fool!Fortunately, I learned trauma management in space.

An Moxue put down the patient and took out the equipment.

She recalled the steps, first sterilizing all the instruments, then sterilizing the wound, and applying anesthetic around the wound while Wu Sicheng was boiling water.Then she tried to cut out the wound, brainwashing herself as she was slicing fish fillets.

Slowly, the rotten flesh around the wound was cleaned up, and An Moxue carefully disinfected it. The wound was not deep, which An Moxue was thankful for, otherwise she would not have been able to deal with it. Then she sewed it up, and finally sprinkled trauma medicine on the wound. , then take out new gauze and wrap it up.

By the time she finished doing this, she was already sweating and took his pulse again.Then he sat on the chair next to him.

At this time, after relaxing, she felt particularly tired.

Wu Sicheng had already filled the hot water and started wiping the patient's body.

As he wiped it, he said, "After doing this, will his fever be relieved?"

An Moxue sat on the chair, thinking that the packaging of the antibiotic medicine in the space was too advanced and could not be taken out. This patient had better get antibiotics, otherwise it would be difficult to carry it through!

By this time, her sweat had almost gone away, and she said to Wu Sicheng, "I'll go out and get some antibiotics to give him. This way I think it's more likely that he'll get through it."

"Is it hanging water?"

"Ah."

Wu Sicheng continued what he was doing and said, "I'll go after wiping it, but don't leave. You write a list, and I'll buy what's on the list."

An Moxue asked: "Where are you going to buy it?"

"black market."