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- Update time: 2012-10-18
Yang Zongbao took the knife and thread and slowly approached the child. Because of limited space, Yang Zongbao could only crawl in. My arms were sore from the ground.
At this moment, the child's face suddenly turned toward Yang Zongbao, his dark eyes so pure and emotionless that Yang Zongbao was startled. With trembling hands, he tied the umbilical cord, picked up the child and stuffed it into his shirt. Although the breath is weak, the child is alive. Patience and suppressing his emotions, Yang Zongbao carefully climbed out the way he came.
"How is it?" Zhang Qiang asked hurriedly.
Yang Zongbao slowly opened his shirt, revealing the child in his arms.
"Wow¡¡"
¡°Maybe it¡¯s because the baby¡¯s eyes can¡¯t adapt to crying due to exposure to light.
"Child?" Everyone was shocked and couldn't help but look at the great mother. The reason why the limbs are pressed against the ground is to provide a living space for his children. The maternal instinct overcomes the physical pain after giving birth in extreme pain, and the result is life in Yang Zongbao's arms.
"Is there any milk?" Yang Zongbao knew that the child was hungry. A newborn child would not die if he did not eat or drink for two days. The purpose of accumulating enough energy in the mother body in ten months is to come to the human world.
"No, I'll get it." Zhang Qiang ran out quickly.
With the child in his arms, Yang Zongbao suddenly felt that everything was worth it. In this gray environment, the child in his arms was a bright color.
The giant stood in front of him, silent, but his eyes were moist. Some of the firefighters around him had begun to wipe away tears. Under the shadow of death, rebirth is undoubtedly worthy of touching, not to mention the miracle of life created by a mother's extremely kind thoughts in such a special environment.
"Milk." Zhang Qiang came back with a bottle of milk.
Yang Zongbao saw that it was the kind of fresh milk that ordinary people ordered directly, so he didn¡¯t care about that much. Use a syringe to suck some and feed it into the baby's mouth.
The child was really hungry. He held the straw with both hands and quickly sucked in 10 ml. Yang Zongbao was afraid that the child would not be able to absorb it, so he stopped giving it to him after he had finished 10 ml.
"Send the child to the hospital first." Zhang Qiang said.
Yang Zongbao smiled and put the child in Zhang Qiang's arms.
The next thing here is not what Yang Zongbao can do.
His mother¡¯s body was soon dug out, and Yang Zongbao couldn¡¯t bear to look at it.
"President, what will happen to that child in the future?" The giant was a little worried.
"If one survives, there will be future fortunes."
"But this kind of environment"
¡°Giant, it¡¯s not your duty to save people but not hearts. It¡¯s not your duty to save hearts.¡± Yang Zongbao interrupted the giant.
"yes."
On the third day of search and rescue, fewer and fewer people were rescued.
On the fourth day, almost no one was rescued.
On the fifth day, Yang Zongbao¡¯s position was moved to the hospital.
Amputation surgery is Yang Zongbao¡¯s main surgery these days. Amputations, amputation, amputation of hands, amputation of legs
"President." Sadako came over and tied up her hair: "President, you are so dirty."
Yang Zongbao could indeed no longer see his appearance in the mirror, and his face was completely covered with dirty dust.
¡°I have almost never taken a shower.¡± Yang Zongbao¡¯s hands are the cleanest place on his body because he has to brush the operating table frequently.
"I got in touch with George." Man Yue also walked into the tent where Yang Zongbao was: "Our car will be here soon."
"Is there any supplies in the car?" Yang Zongbao guessed what George was going to do.
"Well, I brought two trucks of medical supplies and donated them free of charge." Man Yue paused and immediately added: "Of course it's in the name of Jingcheng Hospital. Li Yunpeng thinks this is a good opportunity for publicity."
"Yes." Yang Zongbao nodded to express his understanding: "After the rescue work, the rest is post-disaster epidemic prevention work. The rest of the hamster is your business."
"Hmm." Hamster, a fat boy, is good at testing immunity.
"When George comes, I will take the God of Cookery away. His eyes have not made any progress in the past few days." Yang Zongbao looked worriedly at the God of Cookery who was taking the patient's pulse.
"By the way, I asked George to bring a microscope." Man Yue said suddenly.
"Well done." Yang Zongbao really felt that Man Yue had considered things more thoughtfully.
Everyone took a short rest and began to take care of the wounded again.
There were endless patients, Yang Zongbao and the others were almost drowned in the patients. Never thought about treatment?People can become assembly lines. The medicines are very inadequate and they often need to be changed at any time. The God of Cookery is a Chinese medicine doctor, and he is extremely anxious because of the medicinal materials and his eyes.
In the afternoon, I finally heard George who was looking forward to coming.
The two trucks were loaded with medicines and medical equipment, and the outer packaging was printed Jingcheng Hospital.
"Come on, come on, put on your clothes." George handed out white coats to everyone as soon as he got off the car: "I specially asked people to rush out. Put them on quickly, this is also an advertisement."
Sadako looked at the white coat in her hand with disapproval and was about to make some sarcasm, but when she saw Yang Zongbao put on his clothes silently, she frowned slightly and put on the white coat as well.
George¡¯s design is good, but the words ¡°Jingcheng Hospital¡± are printed on the pocket of his white coat.
"How much did it cost?" When Yang Zongbao touched the stethoscope that George handed over, he knew that the market price was about 5,000 yuan, and he couldn't help criticizing George for being a loser.
"Hehehehe, I'm looking for a sponsor. You know, Seattle has sponsors every year. Let's move here." George said with a smile.
"Good job." Yang Zongbao grinned when he heard that it was free of charge.
"I still don't know what you're thinking?" George touched Yang Zongbao's shoulder: "According to what you said, it was Medellin's father. The contract signed between Seattle and the equipment manufacturer has not expired, but Jingcheng has not yet Sign it. I lost money when I signed with the profiteer Miles last time, and I will make it back with me this time," George said firmly, looking like he was ready to die.
"Is this how you made this stethoscope?" Yang Zongbao played with the stethoscope.
"This is a bribe, am I smart?" George asked for praise.
"Good job, is there anything else?" Yang Zongbao asked.
"There are some little things." George touched his chin, infinitely proud.
¡°But Yang Zongbao didn¡¯t want to cooperate with George¡¯s vulgar taste, so he deliberately didn¡¯t ask.
George also wanted to appear reserved, so he held back and didn't speak.
Soon, the TV station came over with cameras.
"You go." Yang Zongbao pushed George out: "At this time, your foreign face will make people feel satisfied. Remember to speak English. That will be higher and more profound than when you speak Chinese."
Yang Zongbao is right. When George speaks Chinese, he looks like a ruffian, but when he speaks English, he can instantly transform into a well-educated gentleman.
"Yang, you are the dean, you should do these things." George was having a little emotion.
"You are more handsome than me."
George stared at Yang Zongbao with bulging eyes
"Yang, you are finally telling the truth. I am indeed more suitable for the face project." George cut his hair in a very coquettish and coquettish manner and went to greet the reporters.
Yang Zongbao took out the microscope from the car and dragged the God of Cookery into an empty tent.
"President, I'm still a boy, you don't want me." The God of Cookery exaggeratedly hugged his chest.
"Shit, your first time was dedicated to the five-fingered girl. How can you still have any sense of moral integrity?" Yang Zongbao put the microscope on his head and opened the eyelids of the God of Cookery.
"How is it?" Although the God of Cookery looked calm on the outside, he was still nervous in his heart.
"I think you need surgery. I want to pull the parasite out of your eye." Yang Zongbao checked and said, "You really did something wrong this time."
"That will affect your eyesight." The God of Cookery said.
"Do you think it won't affect you? The conditions here are so bad that I have no way to check further." Yang Zongbao is also in a dilemma. If he undergoes eye surgery, his vision will definitely be affected.
¡°I took the water quality to the water plant here to check and it¡¯s fine.¡± The God of Cookery said in disappointment after a long time.
"That means there are no parasites in the water?"
"Yeah. Originally, if we found parasites, we could avoid surgery as long as we prescribe the right medicine, but now we can't find the species of parasites in the water. This is beyond my expectation." The God of Cookery finally faced the possibility of blindness in his eyes. Condition.
"Is it possible to suppress it with Chinese medicine?" Yang Zongbao knew that this kid, the God of Cookery, studied Western medicine, but he was very obsessed with Chinese medicine. This is the kind of person who does not do his job properly. This kid, the God of Cookery, even went to the Taoist temple in Longhu Mountain to work as a Taoist priest for several months in order to learn Chinese medicine. If Yang Zongbao hadn't abused his power, he would have been expelled from the school.
"I have tried it myself." The God of Cookery took out a small golden bag from his close-fitting clothes: "There is incense ash in this."
¡°Don¡¯t tell me, you¡¯ve been eating this kind of thing?¡±Zongbao disagreed.
"Well, this is a thousand-year-old sandalwood ash. Do you think I was so kind-hearted that I became a Taoist priest just for this thing? The old Taoist took this thing very seriously, but I managed to steal it." The God of Cookery was very Proudly: "In the past few days, I have discovered that as long as I eat this, my eyes will not itch. Otherwise, I would have scratched my eyes blind."
"I have a very ridiculous idea." Yang Zongbao looked at the God of Cookery, but his mind was thinking of this kid's unreliable past. Maybe if it were him, it would really be possible
"No, no, President, aren't I here to find ancient formulas? You know the reason for the decline of traditional Chinese medicine today is that many ancient formulas have been lost. I am here to find them again. Five thousand years of Chinese medicine Traditional Chinese medicine has a history of thousands of years, while Western medicine is not on the same level at all"
??????????????????????????? The God of Cookery is asking for it himself, and the God of Cookery¡¯s enthusiasm for Chinese medicine has long gone beyond what normal people can understand.
¡°Did you do this parasite incident yourself?¡± Yang Zongbao asked.
"Well, actually when I went to that tribe, I guessed that it might be a parasite problem. Later, I was infected, so I could try the formula I got. But the formula may still be incomplete, so so far I can only suppress it. It cannot completely kill the parasites." The God of Cookery said, stirring some sandalwood ash with his hands and drinking it with mineral water.
"I know that sandalwood has some pharmacological effects, but I believe more in Western medicine. What medicine are you still missing?" Yang Zongbao asked.
But the answer to Yang Zongbao was the towering shoulders of the God of Cookery.
"I don't know?" Yang Zongbao shouted unconsciously, but then he restrained himself a little: "The water is fine, what else have you eaten?"
The God of Cookery thought for a while: "I don't remember."
Yang Zongbao suddenly remembered what was in the corner of his bag, and now he could only place his hope on that thing.
"What are you looking for?" the God of Cookery asked curiously.
"Fish." Yang Zongbao continued to search: "Found it."
"They are all hairy and can't be eaten." The God of Cookery looked pityful.
"I really want to spit in your face." Faced with the incomprehensible nerves of the God of Cookery, Yang Zongbao gave up completely: "Check this."
"oh."
"Hamster." Yang Zongbao got out of the tent and shouted loudly.
"Here we come." The hamster was preparing disinfectant medicine.
"Go check for parasites." Yang Zongbao gave the hairy fish to the hamster.
"Hey, but some equipment is not available." The hamster said awkwardly as he looked at the fish that started to ejaculate.
"There is a water plant." The God of Cookery shouted happily behind Yang Zongbao.
"Oh." The hamster took the order and left. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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