Expedition to Europe

"You can heal wounds by touching some grass roots and tree barks? This is witchcraft!" When Mao Shiba was treating Chen Kangjian, a nurse who came with a clean bandage witnessed the whole process and then complained to Qin Zhiyuan.

"What can we do? Your medical resources are limited and cannot provide us with effective treatment. We can only rely on ourselves." Qin Zhiyuan could not explain the effect of traditional Chinese medicine.

Westerners see traditional Chinese medicine, which is almost like witchcraft. Until the 21st century in another time and space, there are still a large number of Westerners who do not recognize traditional Chinese medicine and think it is witchcraft.

Hey... Don't talk about foreigners. Many Chinese people think that traditional Chinese medicine is witchcraft. If they go to the hospital for a headache or fever, they will immediately refuse to use the Chinese patent medicine in the doctor's prescription and must replace it with Western medicine.

It's all mediocre doctors who harm people. Westerners and Chinese have different body structures. Why are Western medicines better than Chinese medicines?

This is true. Westerners have 206 bones in their bodies, while Chinese people only have 204. Other people's little toes have three sections, while we have two...

... This is too far off topic, and it is not within the scope of this book.

"It seems to be working." The blonde nurse looked at it for a long time and suddenly said this.

After applying the medicine, Chen Kangjian was dying just now, but now he is alive and kicking. Not only can he move normally, but he also joins the labor team to help move boxes and carry stretchers. It is really amazing.

By now, more than a dozen wounded in the labor team have been treated, including Qin Zhiyuan. It is not only Master Mao who can suture wounds, at least half of the labor team can do it.

Chinese men are well-known all-rounders in the world. They can build houses, paint walls, make furniture, cook, and repair things. It can be said that they can basically do everything except giving birth.

In the early 20th century, more than half of the Chinese knew some medical skills, and all adults could shoot guns.

This is not an exaggeration. In another time and space, Qin Zhiyuan's hometown is in the plains of eastern Henan. When Qin Zhiyuan was a child, he remembered his grandmother telling him that the village they lived in used to be a stockade, with a stockade wall nearly seven meters high, a moat fifty meters wide and more than three meters deep, and earth cannons on the stockade wall that were hollowed out of the heart of a whole tree and bound with iron hoops, and rapid-fire rifles with worn rifling. Eastern Henan was a place of four wars at that time... no, a place of a hundred wars, with bandits everywhere and horse thieves everywhere. The bandits rode their horses and roared in and out, and as long as they broke through a stockade, they would plunder it. The people in the stockade were either coerced by the bandits or slaughtered. At that time, Qin Zhiyuan's grandmother was only 15 years old, and she was the child bride of Qin Zhiyuan's grandfather. A little girl with bound feet learned to shoot a gun, and the chaotic situation was obvious.

This is a bit far-fetched, but it's not nonsense. Qin Zhiyuan's grandmother was born in 1915. The eastern Henan region has always been like that since she could remember. Qin Zhiyuan saw the saber used at that time at his uncle's house. It looked similar to the Type 65 cavalry sword. Qin Zhiyuan carried it. It weighed at least 10 kilograms. It was a real thing. He had seen blood. When Qin Zhiyuan was a child in his hometown, he found a pile of bullets and detonators under his uncle's bed. His uncle was a teacher, which shows the extent of the proliferation of these prohibited items.

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"It's really effective. Maybe they won't perform surgery to remove bullets or something, but when it comes to suturing wounds, at least half of us can do it." Qin Zhiyuan didn't mind exposing the dual talents of the laborers. The more talents, the greater the value of the labor team.

"Oh... It's amazing." The little nurse exclaimed, and then ran quickly to report to the doctor.

"Is what Kelly said true? Can you really sew wounds?" The military doctor, who was still wearing gloves, was full of doubts, and came to verify it in person.

"Yes, there is no need for me to deceive you, it will not bring me any benefit. Do you want me to show you my wound?" Qin Zhiyuan was injured in his forearm, a wound about seven or eight centimeters long, which was cut by a bullet. Of course, it has been sutured now.

"Can you show it? You see, there are too many people here who need to be sutured. We are short of staff and can't handle it. If you can do it, I think you will get more salary." The Mediterranean military doctor was quite frank. If no one helped, he could only watch many people die helplessly in wailing, and he was helpless.

Tens of thousands of wounded people, relying on only dozens of doctors and nurses on the scene, are indeed too busy.

"Hey... Brother, help me, please? Even if I am sutured to death by you, I will accept it." A wounded soldier on a stretcher next to him heard the conversation between Qin Zhiyuan and the military doctor and offered to participate in the experiment.

"Can you?" Qin Zhiyuan gestured to the military doctor.

"Please!" The wounded soldier on the ground was still begging.

More wounded soldiers were watching here. They didn't want to lie on the ground and wait for death. If they didn't get timely treatment, many of them would die from excessive blood loss. All they left for their families was a condolence letter from the military.

"Let your people try, God bless." Although the military doctor was used to seeing death, he still wanted to save more lives.

"Old Taoist, come here quickly, you can ask for money for this." Qin Zhiyuan immediately called Mao Shiba.

Mao Shiba could treat the wounded of the labor team for free, but it would cost money to treat the French.

And it had to be foreign exchange!

"Here I come!" Mao Shiba heard Qin Zhiyuan's call and immediately rushed over, still muttering: "I say, Mr. Qin, the old Taoist has a name and a surname, and just now he helped the brothers, can't you treat him in your eyes?"

"Damn it, stop talking nonsense. See if this can be cured. If it is cured, I will ask him for medical expenses for you." Qin Zhiyuan still remembers Mao Shiba's words "Thank you for your patronage". For money-grubbing people, money is the best way.

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"Okay, just wait and see. If I can't cure it, you will ruin my reputation." When he heard "medical expenses", Mao Shiba's eyes suddenly flashed with little stars, and he hugged the wounded soldier's thigh and didn't let go.

"Damn it, your wound is three points deep into the flesh, the wound is nearly a foot long, and it has injured the tendons and bones. There are still gold and stone objects in the wound. It can't be cured without recuperation for three to five months. Fortunately, you are lucky to meet this Taoist priest. Today, this Taoist priest will let you see what the immortal family secret technique is, and watch this Taoist priest bring the dead back to life." Mao Shiba's mouth is like chanting scriptures, chattering non-stop, regardless of whether others can understand it or not.

Mao Shiba muttered to himself, but he worked very fast. In just three or two minutes, the wound was cleaned, and then the needle and thread were quickly sutured. As usual, he spit on the wound and tied a beautiful bow.

"Okay, at most two months, I guarantee you will be alive and kicking..." Mao Shiba said, and stretched out his hand in a frivolous way.

"Uh... Thank you, it's very cool, I feel much better." The wounded soldier was busy thanking him, and suddenly saw Mao Shiba's chicken claw-like hand. He was a little confused for a while because of excessive blood loss and didn't react.

"This..." Mao Shiba smiled frivolously, then rubbed his fingers and made a universal gesture.

"Oh..." The wounded soldier suddenly realized, and after touching for a long time, he didn't touch anything valuable, so he took off the pocket watch and handed it to Mao Shiba.

"Hehe, Mr. Qin, this is a rare thing, I'll give it to you as a filial gift." Mao Shiba played with it happily, and then handed it to Qin Zhiyuan.

"I'm hot..." Qin Zhiyuan wanted to hang himself. What kind of people are these?

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