The little genius doctor of the age group

Chapter 1 Young People

Tao Wenwen held his chin and squatted in the corner of the yard to watch the ants move.

The ants are black, big and numerous. If you catch them all, you should be able to exchange a lot of food with Mr. Zhang.

Zhang Erye in the next door village has rheumatoid arthritis. The barefoot doctor prescribed him a blind medicine, which contained ants. Many children would catch many ants and go to Zhang Erye to exchange for food when they were free.

Tao Wenwen thought about it, and grabbed the ants one by one into the jar.

The team of ants was dense and long, stretching all the way to the grass. She hesitated for a few seconds, then gently pushed aside, and carefully stretched in.

A strong wind suddenly blew up in the quiet grass, and a bloody hand came out, and it grabbed Tao Wenwen's wrist suddenly.

Tao Wenwen was taken aback, but didn't break free and run away immediately.

"It's really not dead." She muttered, "Scare me."

The bloody hand heard her muttering and clenched her wrist even tighter, and a hoarse voice came from the dense grass, "Help, save me..."

"It's not that I don't save it, it's that I can't." Tao Wenwen narrated the facts, "You were injured too badly, it's useless to sew up the wound, and it's poisonous."

Expressionlessly, she separated the bloody hand and fingers on her wrist one by one, and then stood up.

The bloody hands clasped her ankles, and a hoarse voice came from the dense grass again, "Help, save me."

"Why are you still relying on it?" Tao Wenwen stared at the bloody hand on his ankle, his beautifully embroidered eyebrows frowned.

She wondered: "There is only a [-]% success rate, and the detoxification process is even more painful. Are you sure you want to fight for this [-]% chance?"

"Struggle!" The hoarse voice said without hesitation.

Tao Wenwen snorted, put the bottle containing the ants into his pocket, and said, "Then let go, I'll get the tools."

The bloody hand didn't loosen, but gripped even tighter.

"Hey, why are you so disobedient?" Tao Wenwen struggled for his feet, his bloody hands clinging like leeches, the more she struggled, the tighter he was.

She sighed, bent down and grabbed the bloody hand, and said, "I'll take you into the utility room."

The bloody hand still didn't let go.

"Doctors hate disobedient patients." Tao Wenwen complained, forcefully opened his fingers, held his arm, and staggered him into the utility room.

It is said to be a utility room, but it is actually her "father"'s studio before he was alive. It is a small infirmary, where all the medical bills and treatment are in one place. Her "father" died of cancer a year ago, and it was vacant after his death. That's it, there's everything in it.

Tao Wenwen put him on a hospital bed less than one meter wide in the corner, and dug out the surgical tools from the cabinet.

"I just finished the scalpel, it's cheap for you kid."

While speaking, Tao Wenwen had already pulled off his clothes and expertly disinfected his wound.

Compared with the medical equipment decades later, the infirmary, which has everything you need, still has limited conditions and extremely poor equipment.

"There is no anesthetic." Tao Wenwen said, "The process will be long, so you must be mentally prepared."

The person on the bed seemed to be dead, and there was no movement for a long time.

Tao Wenwen didn't intend to wait for his reply either. After explaining the matter in a business-like tone, she went straight to the knife.

The sharp knife cut off the carrion, and the person on the bed finally let out a muffled grunt, and then stopped moving again.

Tao Wenwen looked up at him, and found that although he was tall, he was only a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old.

(End of this chapter)