Chapter 8 Broken Leg

The three of them had a full meal. Guo'er patted his belly and smiled happily. Guo Xiang was also very satisfied with his meal. Now the fish and eggs are natural and organic, and they are particularly fragrant, which you could not eat in the previous life. ,Delicious.

  Wang Guiying was worried. She ran out of food, and her son had to eat sweet potatoes every day before sending the money back. She was not afraid, it was Guoer and Guo Xiang, for fear that they would not be used to it.

   "Mother, don't worry, I'm going to buy some grain. Do you know who has surplus grain?" Guo Xiang asked.

   "At this time, only the village head's house is left." Wang Guiying said, "Go back tomorrow, it's late tonight, be careful of wrestling when the road is slippery in the dark."

   "Mother, it's okay, you forgot that I have kung fu?" Guo Xiang smiled. If you don't buy today, there will be no food tomorrow. She will be fine if she doesn't eat, and Guoer can't make her hungry when she is young.

  "Be careful, then!" Wang Guiying said, taking the flashlight from the house and plugging it into Guo Xiang's hand, "It's not easy to walk through the rain. Slow down."

   "Hey, I see." Guo Xiang answered happily after taking the flashlight.

When I arrived at the village chief’s house, I bought 20 catties of grain for four yuan, which was originally a dime per catty. However, Guo Xiang didn’t bring the food stamps and spent 20 cents per catty. No food stamps.

Guo Xiang carried twenty catties of grain and walked back. The road was very muddy. Because it had rained everywhere, there were pits and pits, and some places had collapsed. She walked very carefully, in case the grain fell and soiled, it would be clean even if the weather was clean. It is easy to get moldy.

  Suddenly, there was a humming sound in front of him, intermittently.

Although Guo Xiang is an atheist, there are so many things in the world that cannot be explained by science. Thinking of some ghost legends that she had heard before, her chills stood up, and she cried out in shock, "Who is it? there?"

I picked up the flashlight and looked at the sound. I found that there was a half-old bicycle on the ground. Then I took a photo. An old man with half-white hair fell into a ditch next to him. Maybe he was injured and his face turned pale. , Groaning in his mouth.

  Guo Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out to be a human.

   hurriedly found a slightly dry place to put down the grain, jumped into the ditch to help the elderly, "Uncle, how are you? Where did it fall?"

   As soon as he helped the person, the uncle screamed "Ah" in pain, "Slow down, my leg is broken..."

   "Huh?" Guo Xiang was surprised, his leg broken so badly?

   Carefully lifted the uncle to his feet, sat on the edge of the ditch, and slowly moved his legs up.

I picked up the flashlight and found a place to put it. According to the uncle’s leg, he lifted his trousers up, and gently pressed his fingers on the calf to probe. When he touched the dislocation, the old man let out another painful cry, sure enough. Fractured.

   "Uncle, you are very injured, I'll take you to the hospital." Guo Xiang said quickly.

   "No, just take me home." The old man waved his hand.

   "How about you, your leg is broken, how can you not send it to the hospital? It's not a joke that your leg is broken." Guo Xiang was anxious.

  She knows that the country people are poor and reluctant to spend money on treatment, but a broken leg is a big deal. If you become disabled in order to save a little money, it will not be worth the loss.

   "No, I am a doctor myself. Just send me home." The old man shook his head.

  Guo Xiang only noticed that there was a medicine box tied to the back seat of the bicycle. This uncle should be a barefoot doctor in the village, right?

  She knows that medical conditions are not good at this time. There are no formal hospitals in the countryside. Generally, barefoot doctors open a simple health clinic. The villagers have a headache and brain fever to get an injection and prescribe some medicine, but can he treat a broken leg?

   "But your leg is broken..." Guo Xiang was anxious.

   "It's okay, I can treat it myself." The old man insisted, "If you refuse to send me home, then forget it, I will go back by myself."

  The old man was struggling to get up, Guo Xiang hurriedly held him down, his leg was broken and he walked and the misalignment became more serious.

   "Okay, okay, can't I send you back?" Guo Xiang compromised. The old man was really stubborn.

She took a flashlight and took a photo next to her. She picked up two thicker branches as splints and placed them on both sides of the old man’s calves. She looked in the medicine box and found two circles of bandages. The old man’s legs were fixed to the branches with the bandages. Get up to avoid secondary damage.

  The old man looked at Guo Xiang in surprise. Is this girl good at doctors?

  Fixed the old man's legs, Guo Xiang supported the bicycle and put it in a stable place.

  Supported the tripod, carefully lifted the old man up to the back seat and sat down, took up his own 20 catties of grain and placed it on the front crossbar, turned his head and asked: "Uncle, where is your home?"

  "At the west end of the village, beside the Meihua River." The uncle said.

   "Okay, I'll take you home." Guo Xiang nodded, and he felt that something was amiss when he pushed the bicycle up. After taking a photo with a flashlight, he found that the bicycle chain was broken. No wonder the uncle would fall.

  There is no other way but to push away.

  Waiting to the west of the village, Guo Xiang followed the instructions of the uncle to the door of an earthen house with a red cross hung on it, parked the bicycle and helped the uncle down.

  The uncle handed the key to Guo Xiang and asked her to open the door. After pulling the light cord by the door, the room suddenly lit up.

  Guo Xiang looked at the house while helping the uncle into the house.

  There is a glass counter in the door, some commonly used western medicines are placed in the cabinet, and there is a white wooden chair on the side.

  There is a wooden medicine cabinet behind the counter. The small drawers are supposed to contain Chinese medicine. The western medicine is lined up in the front, and there is also an aluminum box for needles. It seems that people usually get injections.

  Guo Xiang sat down on the white chair with his uncle, folded his trousers and looked at it again. It was too dark to see clearly outside, and now there are some injuries.

  I found alcohol cotton wool and tweezers on the medicine cabinet, took the tweezers, held the cotton wool and moistened the alcohol, and wiped the wound on the old man’s leg. After washing the wound, looking at the serious place, I found a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao sprinkled with powder and wrapped it with gauze.

  When doing this, the old man didn’t say a word. He just watched her do it in silence and watched her proficiently cleaning and dressing. He was even more sure that she had studied medicine.

   "Master, your wound is okay, but if this leg is broken, I can't help it. I can't get bones." Guo Xiang said.

  Although it was a rotation in the general department during the internship, she was not a major in orthopedics after all, and she was afraid that the connection would cause harm instead.

  "I'll do it myself." The old man said.

Gently lifted the injured leg, asked Guo Xiang to take a low stool to stand up, untie the bandage that Guo Xiang had tied just now, press his calf with both hands, and only listened to a "click" sound. A layer of cold sweat broke out on the old man's forehead.

   "Help me re-tie it." The old man exhaled, his face getting paler, and it seemed that the pain was serious.

   "Is this all right?" Guo Xiang was surprised. He gently pressed the part that was misplaced with his hand. It seemed that he didn't touch any raised areas. Is this connected?

  Guo Xiang was shocked. She had never seen a doctor who helped her bones after studying medicine for so long. This old man is not simple, at least not worse than her previous tutors in terms of bones.

  Guo Xiang found the splint again to fix the old man’s calf, and found some anti-inflammatory medicine from the medicine cabinet for the old man to take. He glanced at Guo Xiang, and there was no objection, so he took it silently.

  (End of this chapter)