Double treasures are coming: the group-loving mommy has lost her vest again

"I have two conditions."

"You said."

"First, I can teach you how to suture wounds, and I can even teach you more, but you also have to teach classes to teach more people what I have taught you."

Because there are few doctors here, they are so helpless in the face of this sudden disaster.

She was saved for a while, but not for the rest of her life.

To solve the Q Empire's dilemma, we must start from the source.

"I teach others? Is that okay?" Mr. Yin murmured in self-doubt.

"How do you know if you don't try?" Qin Li asked him, raising his eyebrows slightly, "Or is it that Mr. Yin is unwilling to teach others what he has learned?"

Mr. Yin retorted loudly: "Of course I am willing. But..."

He sighed for no reason, as if he had something to hide.

"Mr. Yin, Mr. Yin, come and take a look. Elder Long is injured."

Before Qin Li could dig into the reason behind Mr. Yin's sigh, an urgent cry for help came from not far away.

Mr. Yin and his wife ran over immediately, followed closely by Qin Li.

Elder Long was carried over on a stretcher.

He was unconscious.

The head seemed to have been hit by gravel and was covered with sand, gravel and dust, making it impossible to see the injuries on the head.

His face was covered with blood stains flowing from his forehead, mixed with gravel particles, which was very scary.

"Madam, alcohol, gauze, tweezers..."

As soon as Mr. Yin finished speaking, Mrs. Yin handed him the sterilizer supplies he needed.

Such a skilled tacit understanding cannot be formed overnight.

Mr. Yin methodically cleaned up the injuries on Elder Long's head.

When he had cleaned up all the debris, he was shocked to find that there was a big hole as long as his index finger on Elder Long's head.

"This……"

Mr. Yin frowned hesitantly, turned to look at Qin Li next to him, and gave her a look of help.

"Mr. Yin, you have to look carefully this time."

Mr. Yin nodded excitedly and solemnly.

Mo Ling stepped aside slightly, his deep eyes firmly fixed on Qin Li.

"Daddy, Mommy is amazing. Mommy can sew up this small wound with her eyes closed."

"Ok, I know."

Mo Lingying said to Qin Ping, but his eyes never left her.

"An'an, let's go help too~"

Qin An thought for a moment and shook his head: "No, we can't run around. Mom and dad will be worried if they can't find us later."

"We are not running around, we are going to save people. We are right here. We can hear mommy and daddy calling us."

Qin An looked around at the surrounding situation.

Indeed, more and more people were being helped in, and their injuries ranged from minor to serious.

Those grandfathers just said that there are not enough doctors here.

They are not doctors, but they have learned a lot from Grandpa Qi since they were young, so they should be able to take some of the pressure off Mommy.

"An'an~" Qin Ping pulled Qin An's sleeve and begged him coquettishly.

"Okay, then you can't run around, we have to act together."

Qin An finally relaxed, glanced at Mommy, then took Qin Ping's hand and ran to the nearest patient...

"Where did you come from, little brats? Who wants you to mind your own business!" The girl glanced at Qin Ping and Qin An with a look of disgust and lost her temper, "I want Mr. Yin, I want Mr. Yin to heal me!"

Qin Ping squatted down, took a closer look at the swollen ankle, and said with regret, "Miss, your foot may be broken."

"You're talking nonsense! I just twisted it, it didn't break!"

The girl retorted forcefully to Qin Ping, but the fear and nervousness on her face still betrayed her true emotions at the moment.