Chapter 8

The three had a full meal. Guo Er patted his round belly and smiled happily. Guo Xiang was also very satisfied. Now the fish and eggs are natural and inorganic, especially fragrant, which could not be eaten in previous lives. It's really delicious.

Wang Guiying was worried that she had run out of food. Before her son sent money back, she had to eat sweet potatoes every day. She was not afraid. It was Guo ER and Guo Xiang who were afraid that they were not used to it.

"Mom, don't worry. I'll buy some food now. Do you know who has surplus food? " Asked Guo Xiang.

"At this time, there is only the village head's house." Wang Guiying said, "go again tomorrow. It's late today. It's dark and slippery. Be careful of wrestling."

"Mom, it's all right. Have you forgotten that I have kung fu?" Guo Xiang smiled. If she didn't buy today, there would be no food tomorrow morning. It's all right if she didn't eat a meal. The fruit is still young and can't make her hungry.

"Then be careful!" Wang Guiying said, taking a flashlight from the house and putting it in Guo Xiang's hand, "it's hard to walk after raining. Slow down."

"Ah, I see." Guo Xiang answered happily after receiving the flashlight.

At the village head's house, four yuan bought 20 kilograms of grain. Originally, it was more than one kilogram of grain. However, Guo Xiang didn't bring a grain ticket. He spent 20 cents a kilogram. Forget it. After buying it, I don't know whether there is a grain ticket at home.

Guo Xiang walked back with 20 kilograms of grain. The road was very muddy. Because it rained, there were potholes everywhere, and some places collapsed. She walked very carefully. If she fell and soiled the grain, even if she washed it clean, it was easy to get moldy in this weather.

Suddenly, there was a humming voice in front, intermittent.

Although Guo Xiang is an atheist, there are still so many things in the world that can not be explained by science. When she thought of some ghost legends she had heard before, her cold hair stood up and cried with some surprise: "who is it and who is there?"

He took the flashlight and looked at the sound. He found a half old bicycle on the ground. When he looked forward, an old man with half white hair fell into a nearby ditch. Maybe he was hurt and couldn't get up. His face turned white and his mouth hummed.

Guo Xiang breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out to be human.

He quickly found a slightly dry place to put down the food and jumped into the ditch to help the old man, "Sir, how are you? Where did you fall? "

When I helped someone, I cried out in pain, "slow down, my leg is broken..."

"Ah?" Guo Xiang was surprised that his leg was broken so badly?

He carefully helped him to his feet, sat down on the edge of the ditch, and then slowly moved his legs up.

Picked up the flashlight, found a place to put it, stroked his trouser legs up according to the uncle's legs, gently pressed his fingers on his lower legs to explore, touched the misplaced place, and the old man shouted again. As expected, it was a fracture.

"Sir, you are badly hurt. Let me take you to the hospital." Guo Xiang said quickly.

"No, just take me home." The old man waved his hand.

"How about that? If your leg is broken, how about not taking it to the hospital? The broken leg is no joke. " Guo Xiang is in a hurry.

She knows that rural people are poor and reluctant to spend money on medical treatment, but breaking their legs is a big deal. If they become disabled in order to save some money, it will be more than worth the loss.

"No, I'm the doctor myself. Just take me home." The old man shook his head.

Guo Xiang noticed that there was a medicine box tied to the back seat of the bike. Should this uncle be a barefoot doctor in the village?

She knew that the medical conditions in this period were not good. There were no formal hospitals in rural areas. Generally, barefoot doctors opened a simple health center. A person in the village loved his head and brain and gave an injection to prescribe some medicine, but he could cure the broken leg?

"But your leg is broken..." Guo Xiang was worried.

"It's all right. I can cure it myself." The old man insisted, "if you won't take me home, I'll walk back by myself."

The old man struggled to get up. Guo Xiang hurriedly pressed him. His legs were broken and left. Later, the dislocation became more serious. What if he couldn't connect well?

"OK, OK, can't I take you back?" Guo Xiang compromised. The old man is so stubborn.

She took a flashlight and took photos nearby. She picked up two thicker branches as splints and put them on both sides of the old man's legs. She looked in the medicine box, found two circles of bandages, and fixed the old man's legs with the branches with bandages to avoid secondary injury.

The old man looked at Guo Xiang in surprise. Can the girl cure?

Fix the old man's legs. Guo Xiang picked up the bike and put it in a stable place.

Put up the tripod, carefully lift the old man to the back seat, sit down, carry his twenty kilograms of grain on the front horizontal bar, turn around and ask, "Sir, where is your home?"

"At the west end of the village, on the plum blossom river." Uncle said.

"OK, I'll take you home." Guo Xiang nodded and pushed up the bike. He felt something was wrong. He took a flashlight and found that the bike chain was broken. No wonder he could wrestle.

There was no choice but to push.

When he got to the west of the village, Guo Xiang went to the door of an earth house with a red cross hanging according to his uncle's instructions, stopped his bike and helped him down.

The uncle handed Guo Xiang the key and asked her to open the door. He pulled the light line by the door. The house suddenly lit up.

Guo Xiang looked at the house while helping the uncle into the house.

There is a glass counter in the door. There are some commonly used western medicine in the cabinet, and there is a white wooden chair beside it.

There is a wooden medicine cabinet behind the counter. There should be traditional Chinese medicine in small drawers. There are western medicine in front and an aluminum box for needles. It seems that there are injections for people at ordinary times.

Guo Xiang sat down on the white chair with his uncle, folded his trouser legs and looked again. It was too dark to see clearly outside just now. Now there are some injuries.

I found alcohol cotton wool and tweezers on the medicine cabinet. I took the tweezers and wiped the wound on the old man's leg with alcohol. Washed the wound, looked at the serious place, found a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao, sprinkled the powder, and wrapped it with gauze.

When doing this, the old man didn't say a word. He just watched her do it silently. Seeing her skillfully cleaning and dressing, he was more sure that she had studied medicine.

"Sir, your wound is OK, but I can't help it if this leg is broken. I can't connect bones." Guo Xiang said.

Although the internship was a rotation of the whole department, she was not an orthopedic major after all. She was afraid that she would be hurt if she couldn't connect well.

"I'll do it myself." Said the old man.

He gently lifted the injured leg, asked Guo Xiang to take a low stool and set it up. He untied the bandage that Guo Xiang had just tied. He pressed his hands on his lower legs. He only heard a "click", and a layer of cold sweat came out of the old man's forehead.

"Tie it back for me." The old man breathed, and his face turned whiter and whiter. It seemed that he was in great pain.

"That's good?" Guo Xiang was surprised. He gently pressed the misplaced part with his hand. He didn't seem to touch any convex place. Is it connected?

Guo Xiang was shocked. She had studied medicine for so long. She had never seen a doctor who helped her set the bone. The old man was not simple. At least she was no worse than her former mentor in bone setting.

Guo Xiang looked for the splint again to fix the old man's legs, and found some anti-inflammatory drugs from the medicine cabinet for the old man to eat. He looked at Guo Xiang and didn't object, so he ate it silently.