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Chapter 641 New Home
"Brother Wang! Take a break and drink some water!" A few beads of sweat seeped out of Xiaozui's forehead. Looking at Wang Zhong who was carrying boxes in and out, he quickly poured a bowl of water and handed it to him.

Wang Zhong has always been a man of action. Now that the house had been bought, he immediately helped Xiaozui move in.

Wang Zhong's physique far exceeds that of ordinary people, and he has a recovery ability far beyond that of ordinary people. The injury on his right shoulder has improved a lot, and as long as he doesn't do strenuous exercise, he will be fine. Moving some things is not considered strenuous exercise for Wang Zhong now.

"The things have been moved almost completely! How's your packing going?" Wang Zhong asked after taking a sip of water.

Xiaozui smiled and said, "The house has been cleaned up. Just clean up the kitchen and there will be no problem."

"You clean up first, I'll go out and buy some things."

After saying something to Xiaozui, Wang Zhong got up and left.

Xiaozui put away all the things that Wang Zhong had helped him move. All the furniture was ready-made, but Xiaozui was reluctant to part with the things his brother had bought for him before, so he and Wang Zhong moved the things from the original house to the new home.

After putting everything in place, Xiaozui went into the kitchen with a cup of water and cleaned up the dusty kitchen bit by bit, placing knives and chopping boards, pots, pans, and other large and small items that he had brought from his previous home.

Xiaozui was tidying up in the kitchen when the courtyard door was pushed open again. Wang Zhong was carrying two sacks on his left shoulder and three pounds of mutton tied with a lotus leaf rope in his right hand.

"Brother Wang Zhong, what is this?" Xiaozui came out of the kitchen after hearing the noise, looked at the two large sacks Wang Zhong was carrying, and asked in confusion.

Wang Zhong placed two large sacks under the eaves of the main room and said, "Two bags of new rice, enough to last for a while."

"New rice?" Xiaozui was stunned. Looking at the two large bulging sacks, he was shocked.

Yunnan is rich in rice. Although rice is the staple food of the locals, the preciousness of food is self-evident in these chaotic times. If these two large bags are really filled with new rice as Wang Zhong said, then according to Xiaozui's previous living habits, they can last her a whole year.

“Is this too much?”

Seeing the shock on Xiaozui's face, Wang Zhong said, "There is chaos and war outside right now, and food will only become more and more expensive. It's always a good idea to buy more."

Although Xiaozui is not well educated, she still understands such a simple truth.

Wang Zhong handed the mutton in his hand to Xiaozui, "I just met a mutton seller at the black market. I thought the mutton was of good quality, so I weighed two kilograms. When you clean up the kitchen later, you can stew the meat and have it for dinner."

Xiao Zui looked at the mutton Wang Zhong handed over and was surprised again: "So much? All stewed?"

Not to mention mutton, even for pork, Xiaozui has never seen so much eaten at one time. I'm afraid only the landlords and wealthy families would dare to squander like this.

Wang nodded firmly and said, "Let's stew them all!"

"In Zenda's weather, the taste of the meat will change even if it is left overnight. It is better to stew it in a pot so that we can taste the freshness of the mutton."

Xiaozui didn't say anything else, and didn't ask where Wang Zhong got the money from.

Wang Zhong had given her two small yellow croakers before, and the money to buy the house was also paid by Wang Zhong. Her two small yellow croakers are still in her arms.

"The kitchen is almost cleaned up, Brother Wang, take a rest first. I'll call you when the meal is ready!"

Compared to looking for the root cause, Xiaozui enjoys the present time more.

For Xiaozui, today is definitely a day that he will never forget in his life, a day that will be engraved in his mind forever.

First, it was like a bolt from the blue when she received the news of her brother's death. But before she could sink into grief, Wang Zhong suddenly broke into her life like a savior, and pulled her out of the quagmire she had fallen into and thought she would never be able to get out of in this lifetime, allowing her to live a new life that had previously only existed in her imagination.

The ups and downs of emotions were like riding a roller coaster, especially just now, watching Wang Zhong going in and out, Xiaozui even had the thought that it would be great if it could be like this for the rest of his life.

Compared with men, women are more emotional. They are more easily moved and can resonate emotionally.

Wang Zhong did not rest either. He walked into the kitchen and took a look. Apart from the pots and pans brought from Xiaozui's home, there was only an original stove in the kitchen, which looked a little empty.

Wang Zhong went out and returned to Xiaozui's original home, and moved all the firewood that Xiaozui had saved over.

In the evening, a large jar full of stewed mutton was placed on the eight-immortals table in the main hall, and next to it was a small wooden barrel filled with steaming white rice that had just been served from the pot.

"Brother Wang, you've just healed from your injury. Eat some mutton to replenish your body!" Xiaozui said with concern as he put some meat into Wang Zhong's bowl.

When Wang Zhong came, he told Xiaozui that he came to Zenda because he was injured and came to see him. Since Wang Zhong cared so much about her, Xiaozui naturally couldn't help asking about Wang Zhong's injury, and Wang Zhong did not hide it from her.

Wang Zhong smiled and picked up a piece of mutton and put it into Xiaozui's bowl: "You should eat more too."

There weren't so many seasonings these days, and there wasn't much oil at home. Xiaozui was a frugal person, so stewing mutton was the best choice. Just add some green onion, ginger and a little salt for seasoning, and it would be a delicious pot.

The two of them were polite to each other, their eyes met in mid-air, and then they smiled at the same time.

Xiaozui's cooking skills can only be said to be average, but the stewed mutton is still quite good. Although it is a bit bland, the mutton soup tastes very delicious.

After the meal, Wang Zhong said goodbye, told Xiaozui his current address, and asked him to come to the shelter if he had any problems.

"Why did you come back so late?" Veterinarian Hao walked to the gate of the hospital and looked at Wang Zhong approaching. He couldn't help but show some complaints on his old face. "I went out to do something." Wang Zhong said.

"Next time you go out, remember to come back early and don't miss the meal!" Veterinarian Hao said as he handed Wang Zhong a bowl of boiled pumpkin. "I saw that you didn't come back, so I asked the snake's butt to leave some for you. Eat it quickly!"

"Thank you!" Wang Zhong looked at Veterinarian Hao and did not refuse. He reached out and took the boiled pumpkin he handed over and thanked him sincerely.

When Wang Zhong first watched the TV series, he liked Veterinarian Hao very much. The old man’s medical skills might not be very advanced, but his medical ethics were admirable and he had a kind heart.

"Your wound hasn't healed yet, you need to rest. Don't run around and stretch the wound." Veterinarian Hao said with concern: "Wait until Ha finishes eating, I'll check you to see how you're recovering."

Wang Zhong said: "No need to check, he is recovering well. I went to the black market and got some sulfa!"

Wang Zhong said as he took out a bottle from his arms and handed it to Veterinarian Hao.

Looking at the transparent bottle, Veterinarian Hao's eyes widened immediately. He didn't bother to say anything polite. He immediately took the bottle from Wang Zhong, unscrewed the cap, poured a pill into his palm, sniffed it carefully, and said in surprise: "It's sulfonamide!"

Carefully pouring the sulfa in his palm into the bottle, the veterinarian looked at Wang Zhong in surprise and asked, "Sulfa is not cheap on the black market. Where did you get the money?"

Wang Zhong smiled and said, "Cats have their own ways, and mice have their own ways. Don't worry about where the money comes from. With these sulfonamides, we may be able to save a few of the wounded!"

Even a skilled cook cannot cook without rice. Although Wang Zhong's medical skills had reached perfection, the dozen or so wounded lying in the barracks were all gunshot wounds. Basically, all of their wounds were inflamed and festered. Wang Zhong only had alcohol and gauze, surgical tools, and silver needles in his space.

On the day Wang Zhong removed the bullet, he and the veterinarian checked the injuries of the dozen or so wounded soldiers in the barracks. Except for two who were slightly better and still had some consciousness, the remaining ten or so were all likely to die at any time. Their wounds had long been inflamed and ulcerated, and several of them were still running high fevers.

Even the two whose injuries were relatively minor, they didn't even have the strength to get out of bed. Veterinarian Hao was the one taking care of them for everything from eating, drinking, defecating, and urinating.

He ate up the bowl of boiled pumpkin that Dr. Hao gave him, leaving no soup at all, then washed the bowl and put it back on the bedside.

"what!!!"

"Veterinarian! You old bastard!"

"Young Master is not done with you!"

From the barracks came Meng Fanle's screams and curses, which sounded like a pig being slaughtered. The others had already become accustomed to it.

Bu La, a Hunanese man sitting by the fire, spoke with a Hunan accent: "Damn it, the veterinarian is killing pigs again!"

The Sichuanese man next to him poked the fire with a stick and said with a smile: "With the veterinarian's level, he would make you crippled if you weren't already crippled!"

The Sichuan dialect, which is spicy, and the Hunan dialect, which is not spicy, sound almost the same. The non-spicy Hunan dialect should come from near the Wuling Mountains. In the whole of Hunan, basically only the dialect there is similar to Sichuan.

In the barracks, the members of the cannon fodder group teased the veterinarian and Meng Fanle from time to time, and the atmosphere was quite good.

Wang Zhong did not join in, but went straight into the veterinary barracks for wounded soldiers.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw Meng Fanle lying on the bed. He was only wearing a shirt, his pants were stripped off, and he was not even wearing underwear. The wound on the back of his left thigh had begun to fester.

"Let me do it!" Wang Zhong's words interrupted the two people in the room, and two pairs of eyes looked at him at the same time.

"Are you really a medical practitioner?" It's not that Meng Fanle didn't believe Wang Zhong, but under the current conditions, let alone Wang Zhong, even if Hua Tuo were alive, he would have no way to treat his leg without medicine.

Wang Zhong didn't respond to Meng Fanle's words. He just glanced at his wound and said, "Your wound has begun to fester. Sulfonamide has limited effect. If you don't treat it, your leg will be useless!"

Family members know their own business. How could Meng Fanle not know the condition of his legs?

The veterinarian stepped aside, and Wang Zhong quickly stepped forward and skillfully treated Meng Fanle's wound.

"Tomorrow I'll go to the nearby mountains to see if I can find some herbs. Although the side effects of sulfa are significant, I still have to take it." Compared with side effects and life, life is naturally more important.

If the current shortage of medical care and medicine becomes serious, not only may one lose a leg, but one’s life may also be lost.

After all, if it really got ulcerated and infected, even if his leg was amputated, under the current conditions, it might not be possible to save Meng Fanle's life.

The next morning, Wang Zhong got up before daybreak.

He had made all the observations in advance yesterday. He left the shelter and headed west. Not long after walking, he reached the foot of the mountain. He then followed the path up the mountain. After walking for more than half an hour, he arrived at a remote mountain forest.

It was already bright in the sky. Wang Zhong sat on the branch of a big tree, holding a piece of braised beef in his hand and eating it in big mouthfuls. While eating, he also observed the situation around him. A lot of fresh herbs had been collected in the space, all of which he picked along the way.

Wang Zhong had already planned to go into the mountains to collect herbs, and he went into the mountains not only to collect herbs, but also to observe the surrounding terrain.

They haven't crossed the Nujiang River yet today and are still in the vicinity of Zenda. In a few days, Wang Zhong will go to Nantianmen on the other side.

Although the general terrain will not change with the stationing of troops and the construction of fortifications after the war begins, what Wang Zhong needs to do now is to draw a detailed topographic map of the two sides of the strait to prepare in advance for the war that will begin in the future.