Chapter 906) [Please give me a monthly ticket]

"The rotating military doctor is here in the afternoon?"

Chen Tang's mind was stuck for a moment.

Not sure, "Today is not the first day of the Lunar New Year?"

Chen Tang was harsh on himself, but he was still very tolerant of others - especially those led by Dr. Dong: "Doesn't this group of people arrive today mean that they spend the New Year on the road? Can't they set off half a month in advance or half a month later? The war has been suspended for several months, and there is no shortage of Chinese medicine practitioners. I will not urge people to spend the whole year."

The military medical system was established by Chen Tang when he started from scratch. More than half of the dead people in a war were after the war, and the cause of death was excessive blood loss and wound infection. If effective treatment could be provided in time, the mortality rate could be greatly reduced. However, medical skills are different from others, and the time cost required to train a qualified doctor is something she cannot afford.

Dr. Dong also agreed with her idea and has been cooperating.

Except for a few serious doctors in the injured barracks, most of the other soldiers can only handle and suture simple trauma and learn while following the army, but they cannot withstand many injured people. With more patients, they have also developed good emergency medical skills.

Dr. Dong then selects qualified training from these people, takes regular rotations, and follows the army when fighting, and shows soldiers headaches, fever and bruises when fighting. Soldiers will be nourished by morale when practicing, and invisibly strengthen their muscles, bones and bodies. Although they are far from the Monk-Rule Master, they are more resistant to trouble than ordinary people and are very suitable for teenage mice.

Chen Tang turned a blind eye to this part.

As long as there is no medical accident that kills people.

Chu Yao said: "I don't know."

Chen Tang sighed: "It must be what Mr. Dong means again."

The military doctor's rotation was arranged by Dr. Dong, and 90% of the military doctors in the camp had been taught by him. Chen Tang actually didn't want him to be so tired, but the old man couldn't stay idle. Once she showed the intention of letting him enjoy his old age, he would lose face.

Don’t cry, make a fuss, hang yourself, or go on a hunger strike.

He did not admit it on the surface, saying that he was old and had a bad appetite, and Chen Tang could not force his food to pour it into him.

After a while, I had to let him shine and heat.

In peacetime, more doctors can be trained and medical skills can be practiced quickly. Only in wartime can more lives be saved. In addition to cultivating military doctors with the army, soldiers will be organized regularly to learn first aid knowledge, and maybe one day they will be able to save their lives. The soldiers also know that it is related to their own lives and are happy to practice for the doctors. The brave warriors will also feel the effect of the decoction and provide accurate and real-time feedback.

"This group is here, bringing me a meeting." On the way, Chen Tang, as the lord, also had to put on an attitude. Simple care and condolences are sometimes better than gold and silver things.

Chu Yao: "Wei."

In fact, Chen Tang didn't need to give this special order. Chu Yao followed her for so many years and had already developed some tacit understanding. But the two of them did not expect that things were much more complicated than they thought. Normally, this group of doctors who came to take the rotation should arrive in half a month, that is, the fifteenth day. They set out in advance, naturally because they encountered something magical.

now--

The official road is half a day away from the camp.

Hundreds of soldiers escorted this group of doctors.

The carriage that the doctor was riding in was simple and clumsy and had no decoration at all, especially the one at the front of the team, which had painted off in many places. The only thing that could be called special is that it was one circle larger than other carriages and had two more guards.

In the carriage, four people sat cross-legged on both sides.

The four are not old, two men and two women.

Both girls are in their ninth year of age. One man is in his thirties, with a small and neat goatee, and the other is the youngest of the four. He still has a strong childish look on his face, and it is estimated that he is not more than fifteen. He is not calm in character, and he moves his eyes from time to time to peek at the fifth person in the carriage - sitting upright in the main seat, holding a book that has been rounded with edges and corners in his hand, which makes him fascinated.

Judging from the state of this book, the owner should be unable to put it down and can read it seventeen or eighteen times a day.

Although there were five people, they were so quiet that only breathing sounds were left.

This strange atmosphere lasted until afternoon.

The sight could already see the endless camp tents, and countless "shen" flags fluttered in the wind. The four of them breathed a sigh of relief. The section near the military camp was very stable, and the bumps decreased. After many levels, everyone finally arrived at their destination.

The four of them left the carriage one by one.

The last young man who jumped out of his hand in the carriage, and the usual call to him became extremely awkward: "Grandpa, we have arrived at the camp, be careful of your feet."

A very young hand was handed out from the curtain of the car.

A young man with white hair came out bent over.

The young man looked 20 or 30 years old, but he was very old-fashioned. When he walked out of the car, he still habitually hunched his back slightly. When his feet landed on the ground, he realized it and straightened his back straight. He clearly had a young face, but his temperament was like an old man.

He looked around and sighed.

Old-fashioned Hengqiu: "This is the first time I've been here."

He was born in the market and worked as a bell doctor for many years. In order to compensate for the supplement, poor families who could not afford medical expenses and could not pay for medicines, went to the mountains to collect herbs. This led to his appearance being much older than his real age. He suffered hardships when he was young, and after his aging, he came to the door all the hardships of the army. He also knew his situation, and ran the clinic peacefully and used his remaining energy to cultivate more apprentices, hoping that some of them would completely inherit their own legacy.

He often heard the military doctors coming back saying how majestic and solemn the military camp was, but no matter how much he heard, it was better to see it with his own eyes.

"Grandpa, let's go here."

The young man was startled: "Oh, you kid, you say you're going to scare your grandpa to death?"

The boy's expression was almost distorted: "Oh."

After my grandfather got older, his ears became a little uncomfortable, and the symptoms became more and more obvious in the past two years. He could not hear the normal voice. Over time, the boy also developed the habit of speaking loudly, and he could not change it for a while...

The boy secretly glanced at the young grandfather next to him again.

Not only he was not used to it, but also the young man himself was not used to it. The pace and posture of the elderly were different from those of the young, and he needed time to slowly adapt to the changes. This group of rotating doctors was led to the injured barracks and arranged their own tents.

The rotating doctor has no independent tent.

The area is large enough, and it is not crowded for a few people to live together.

The young man slowly paced to the only stool within his sight, directing his grandson to pack his luggage.

The boy complained: "How can grandpa live here?"

According to the status of young people, they should have independent tents.

It’s not that the teenager dislikes the simplicity of the conditions here, but that the independent tent can protect privacy. My grandfather is also a rotating doctor teacher, so it’s not convenient to live with my students.

The young man said with a tiger face: "What's wrong here?"

He looked at the conditions pretty good.

In the past, when I went to the mountain to collect herbs, I was always on the trees before I could go down. When I woke up, I could see snakes lying on my body, or wild beasts squatting under the tree waiting for him to fall. I could withstand such difficult conditions, and now I still have a bed to sleep...

What are you dissatisfied with?

The boy stammered: "That's not what grandson meant. You are old and have a light and short sleep. Other senior brothers will snore when they sleep. Are you afraid that they will disturb you in the middle of the night?"

Of course, there is another reason.

My grandfather likes to check his apprentices temporarily. If he doesn’t answer, he will be punished. Now he lives in a camp and can’t even hide. Grandpa hasn’t seen many senior brothers look like a dish?

The young man said, "I'm sleeping deeply now."

I can sleep until dawn, but I rarely get up at night.

The young man and a few rotating doctors who lived with him had no idea how hard they were. They buried their heads in packing things, making beds, placing daily necessities and medical books. The rotating opportunity is not something that every apprentice in the clinic can have. Youths must be examined by the young people before they can fight for this opportunity. Although their qualifications are not good, who doesn’t want medical skills to be more diligent when embarking on this road of saving lives and healing the wounded? Now that the war has stopped, there is no risk of war on the front line, and one place is enough for them and their group to break the head.

Just after finishing the pack, the boy was about to go out to inquire.

It was the first time he came out, and he was not familiar with the place. He took advantage of the time to find out before the time comes, so he could avoid being in a hurry in the future.

As soon as I opened the curtain of the camp, I saw soldiers coming.

He passed the message: "Lord, please."

The boy's heart almost hopped.

He had met the rumored Mr. Shen, but that happened many years ago. Now is different from the past. The latter is now the lord of a country! The main country meets them! How can the young people not be excited? He turned around and told grandpa about this great good news.

The young man looked at his grandson who was not speaking smoothly: "Oh, isn't it just that Mr. Shen wants to see us, so he is so excited?"

The boy said, "That's Mr. Shen!"

The young man asked, "Have you never seen it?"

The boy's face turned blue and his anger was angry.

"Then, that's different!"

He used to be a grandfather and grandson, but now he is a military doctor who is on a rotating internship, which proves that he has grown up!

Young people don’t understand the difference between the two.

I felt that the young man nowadays was complicated. I thought about his youth when he was young, but there were not so many twists and turns.

The soldier sent a message to others.

Chen Tang did not treat them because they were very qualified, and they had seen them one by one. Because the pace of youth was too slow, they were among the last group. She noticed the special color of the white-haired young people at a glance, which was shining with snow. Chen Tang had only seen two "early haired hair" in so many years. One was Chu Yao, whose hair color was gray and the other was a young man.

"What's your name?"

Chen Tang named the young man.

I vaguely felt that the other person was a little familiar with his appearance, but she had a strong memory and couldn't remember where she had seen this face. The young man's standing posture and salute always showed a strange sense of incongruity. Therefore, she became secretly alert, but she remained silent on the surface.

The expressions of the group and the others became strange.

The young man standing next to the young man changed his admiration and excitement just now, and his expression seemed to be hard to say, but he stopped talking. He looked at Chen Tang and turned his head to look at his grandfather. The latter stroked his long beard that did not exist and said slowly: "My husband's surname is Dong."

Chen Tang: "..."

The tone of this speech is also very inconsistent.

She asked, "Dong? Is Mr. Dong's distant nephew?"

Due to war and famine, Dr. Dong lost his son in middle age, and his son and daughter-in-law left only a grandson who was still in his infancy. The grandfather and grandson rely on his medical skills to survive the most difficult years. He practiced medical treatment everywhere, and his grandson grew up eating a hundred families of food.
To be continued...