Take space to raise cubs on the road to escape

Chapter 337
Here, Gu Lan didn't know the change of mind of the people in the car, and was following the donkey cart closely, and stopped in the open space on the side of Huichun Hall two quarters of an hour later.

Asking Lin Qin and the others to wait, he glanced at Doctor Deng who couldn't wait to come over after getting off the car. Gu Lan jumped out of the car, and when he was about to go in, he swept to the steamed stuffed bun shop next to the medical hall and stopped.

"Doctor Deng, wait for me." Without waiting for Dr. Deng's answer, he walked to the bun shop next to the medical hall.

Looking at the little brother who was buying buns with money, Dr. Deng silently closed his mouth and rubbed his stomach.

I thought the little brother bought something for himself to eat, but he went straight to the carriage with these buns and handed them to the people inside.

"Let's eat." After dropping two words, he walked towards Dr. Deng, without seeing the complicated emotions of the people in the carriage.

Dr. Deng glanced at the people in the carriage and said nothing, and welcomed the little brother into the hospital with a smile.

As soon as he entered the medical clinic, he saw two familiar people in the lobby of the medical clinic. They had suffered head injuries and fractured ankles. They should have been sent to Huichun Hall by officials after the case was over.

They were seriously injured, especially the one who was injured on the head and needed to be observed in the hospital for two days in case anything went wrong.

When the two saw Gu Lan, they both smiled gratefully and looked over.

Smiling back, Gulan set his sights on the middle-aged man with an injured ankle.

Looking at the little old man, "Dr. Deng, that elder brother's ankle is broken. I just deal with it briefly. It still needs to be treated again. It is best to find two pieces of wood to fix the ankle." Gu Lan thought about it.

"The little doctor also knows this method."

"..." Gu Lan was taken aback.

"This fracture fixation method was spread out when a patient came to the city for medical treatment last winter. To be honest, this method made us old doctors feel ashamed. After many years of practicing medicine, no one thought that we only know how to work behind closed doors, but forgot to learn. There is no limit, dare to explore and innovate, and dare to face difficulties, not as good as a village doctor." Dr. Deng sighed.

At this moment, Gu Lan was attracted by the word Dongri, which reminded her of the person in Lincun who was rescued in Dongri.

Later, after recovering, she and her family brought gifts to express their thanks at the beginning of spring, and for this reason, she also specially entertained them.

So... It wouldn't be what she thought, this fixed method was passed on by that patient.

Gu Lan looked at Dr. Deng strangely, so it is very likely that she is the village doctor that Dr. Deng said was inferior.

This result made her laugh.

"What's wrong?" The strange expression on Gu Lan's face caught Dr. Deng's attention.

"It's nothing, I just think this village doctor is very powerful."

Gu Lan boasted without blushing, as if the person in her mouth was not her.

"Indeed, the old man admires it a little, but it's a pity that he doesn't know where he lives, otherwise the old man will definitely visit and learn medical skills together." The little old man sighed.

Hearing this, Gulan was a little curious, "Did the injured person not disclose the address of the village doctor?"

Dr. Deng shook his head and said regretfully, "No, maybe I'm afraid of causing trouble for this village doctor."

"He's a good person, but it's not in vain." Gu Lan murmured.

"What did you say?" asked Dr. Deng.

"It's nothing, let's help that elder brother heal his ankle first." Gu Lan changed his mind.

"Yes, yes, there can be no further delay." Doctor Deng immediately forgot the question just now, and hurriedly ordered the apprentices to fetch bamboo slices to treat the middle-aged man again.

"Your ankle is broken, but don't worry, it's not a big problem. Just rest for two or three months and you'll be fine. Remember, you can't touch the ground, let alone use force."

Doctor Deng exhorted while treating, but it was not much different from what Gulan said, the middle-aged man just nodded instinctively.

After the two doctors said so, his mind was completely relieved.

As for the man with the forehead injury, Dr. Deng watched the whole process of treatment, and the little brother did a better job than him, so he just ordered the apprentice to take the injured to the backyard ward for observation.

Then led Gu Lan to the resting place, served tea and pastries, and looked at the posture to prepare for a long talk.

As for seeing a doctor, he is not necessarily required, there is also Dr. Guo.

"Little brother, drink some tea and some snacks first." Dr. Deng said, pointing to the things on the table.

"Thank you, I'm really thirsty." Gulan smiled.

He was not polite, picked up the tea and drank two cups, the feeling of dry throat and eyes disappeared immediately, and then he ate a few pieces of crystal cakes, finally suppressing the hunger in his stomach slightly.

Seeing this, Dr. Deng laughed, admiringly seeing the little brother's unaffected posture, and immediately picked up the pastry and tea, and he was also hungry.

After drinking the tea and eating the pastry, it's time to get down to business.

Gulan took out a wooden box wrapped in cloth and put it on the table in front of him.

Seeing this, Dr. Deng couldn't help being excited. He opened his eyes wide and quickly stuffed the pastry in his hand into his mouth, and a tragedy happened.

He looked up at the gap in his throat, it was stuffed too much and stuck in his throat, out of breath, he frantically grabbed the tea with both hands and poured it, but it was useless, instead the feeling of suffocation became stronger and stronger, and he hammered instinctively Chest grips throat.

When Gulan heard the movement and looked up, she found that the little old man was beating his chest and scratching his throat. She was startled. Looking at the froth in the little old man's mouth, she stood up quickly and immediately carried out the Heimlich method before she had time to think.

Put his fist on the lower part of Dr. Deng's sternum, wrap the fist with the other hand and hit the back of his chest with force and force continuously. opened hands.

He stared at Dr. Deng inexplicably, he was such a big man, he almost choked himself to death on a bite, he really didn't know what to say.

The slander belongs to the slander, but she quickly poured a glass of water and handed it to Dr. Deng.

"Drink some water."

"Thank you." Dr. Deng drank it all in one gulp, then looked at the little brother in embarrassment.

...he was ashamed.

"That...do you believe me when I said it was an accident?"

"Xin" Gulan nodded expressionlessly, afraid that someone who couldn't help but laugh would make the little old man even more embarrassed.

Then he continued with the unfinished business before opening the wooden box with a sullen face, and successfully prevented Doctor Deng's tangled expression, and his attention was instantly attracted.

And quickly removed obstacles such as teapots and cups on the table.

"Little brother, this is the suture device." Dr. Deng looked at the things in the wooden box with curiosity, his eyes were hot.

Gu Lan: "Doctor Deng can call me Gu Lan."

"Okay, Doctor Gulan, can I take a look at it?" He looked impatient.

"of course."

As he spoke, Gu Lan took the initiative to take out the suture needles in the wooden box and hand them to Dr. Deng.

"It's called a triangular needle. The needle point is triangular and very sharp. It was used to suture the skin before."

Dr. Deng carefully held it in his hand and observed carefully. It was indeed different from the sewing needles used by women. They were thinner and smaller, and seemed to be sharper. The cross-section of the needle body was round, and the cross-section of the needle tip was triangular.

Dr. Deng thought of Gu Lan's suturing technique before, and based on the shape of the triangular needle, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He had to say that this shape is really good for suturing. The doctor who invented this needle is really a genius.

Then he set his sights on utensils that were similar to scissors but were much finer than scissors. Several pairs were lined up in the wooden box.

(End of this chapter)