Hearing what Mu Min said, everyone changed their minds. They are all modern people, and they all have basic concepts of human rights. Now someone (still a woman) is going to die unjustly because of some superstition. This kind of thing,
They really can't see it.
"We have to save her." Mu Min said.
Everyone was silent: this is Li District, and the travelers are outsiders. Historical experience tells them: when you do not have enough power to influence others, no matter how good your starting point is, do not interfere in other people's affairs casually, otherwise it will only attract resentment.
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Xiong Buyou said: "How can we save it?"
"She is innocent -" Mu Min stopped as soon as he said this. They knew that there is no such thing as "forbidden" in this world. The problem is that people here don't think so.
"Let's act according to the situation." Cui Yunhong said, "Didn't Wang Gong specifically remind us this time that we must abide by the customs and habits of ethnic minorities and not interfere at will?"
"You can't just ignore death, right?" Some people have a sense of justice.
"Whether she dies or not has nothing to do with us!" Fang Jinghan said this out of the blue. Everyone couldn't help being surprised, as they didn't expect this good old man to suddenly say such cold words.
"What did you say?!" Someone's universal value came out, "An innocent person is going to be killed! You actually said it has nothing to do with us?!"
Seeing that the matter has not yet been resolved, a big discussion on values and human rights theory is about to begin. Cui Yunhong shouted:
"Okay!" He also felt in his heart that this woman's life and death had little to do with them, but now that it was brought up, openly saying that he would not save her would definitely cause internal conflicts. "What are you doing with these useless words now?"
He Ping said: "It's not difficult to save people, but I have to ask, will the executive committee agree to us taking this woman in?"
"Of course we will take her in," Mu Min replied without hesitation, "regardless of her ethnic identity, we still need her as a laborer."
"Otherwise, it would be fine to be Xiao Wang's wife."
"I think you are tempted by yourself?" Someone was already joking with each other. Cui Yunhong thought that one of the biggest characteristics of modern people is that they are heartless and are always joking.
"I can't be tempted without a tattoo."
"Don't be delusional," Mu Min said. "Although there are women of all ages and classes who are designated as 'forbidden mothers', they are still mainly middle-aged and elderly women, especially widows with no one in their natal family, because they
Lack of protection from family power.”
He Ping nodded and said: "Since I am willing to take her in, I will give it a try when the time comes. I can't say whether it will work or not."
Oya has already come here to urge you, and a large number of curious people have gathered outside. Cui Yunhong quickly made some arrangements
"Comrades," Cui Yunhong said. "Now we have to be prepared for any eventuality. If necessary, we have to escape as soon as possible. Now let us familiarize ourselves with the plan. If there is any accident, everyone will act according to the plan. Do you understand?
"
It was decided that Xiong Buyou would accompany He Ping to see a doctor, with Huang Zhao as his bodyguard.
Cui Yunhong gave them the only Glock pistol in the team.
"If anything happens, come out immediately." Cui Yunhong warned, "Life is the most important thing. If you lose medicines and equipment, just throw them away."
Mu Min also came to warn: "Don't be impulsive when doing things. Li people always keep their word and leave room for what they say. Don't be so nervous." She sighed, and she didn't agree with Cui Yunhong's arrangement as if she was facing a formidable enemy.
I always feel like I'm overreacting.
"We all understand."
Everyone else packed their luggage and prepared their guns. The expedition team brought four Remington shotguns, five-shot shotguns, and several Gerinde pistols, all loaded with ammunition and wrapped in banana leaves.
Keep it handy.
The arrangements were made. Early the next morning, He Ping and his party followed Oya and Li Benqing to the cave master's house, carrying a traveling medicine box.
The residence of the owner of the cave is larger than the surrounding houses, and the materials used are also exquisite. The class difference in Meifu Village is relatively obvious. He Ping and others have a solemn face, and the strong men in the village are blocking the crowd while embracing him.
Move forward. After a while, an old man came to welcome Fergusson. He was one of the cronies of the cave owner.
The light in the room was dim, and He Ping blinked for a long time before he could see clearly that there was a young man lying on a bamboo couch beside the room. There were a group of people around, mostly women, and it seemed that someone was sobbing. The outside of the bed was blocked by a bamboo strip wall.
With.
After He Ping glanced at this scene, he walked to the bamboo couch. This man was only fifteen or sixteen years old. He was in his youth. Under the dim light, he could see that his face was sallow, his head was full of sweat, and he was in pain.
respite.
His body was covered with a tie-dyed kapok cloth, and there was a faint rancid smell in the air.
He Ping frowned. The smell didn't sound like illness. Could it be a traumatic infection?
"What disease?" He Ping asked.
There was a middle-aged woman wearing a mask next to her. She hurriedly spoke to Li Benqing. Li Benqing said:
"It turns out it was just some redness and swelling on my legs. I suddenly got sick a few days ago. I had a big swelling and my whole body was very hot."
He Ping took a deep breath as he uncovered the sheet. There was a huge pus cell on this man's leg, and his body temperature felt very high. He opened the box, wiped his fingers with alcohol cotton, and pressed the pus cell. It was hot.
There was a soft spot in the middle with a beating feeling. He Ping already knew that this was an infection caused by trauma.
In such a situation, it was impossible without surgery. He Ping disinfected and poisoned his fingers. Although it was just a minor outpatient surgery, he had never tried it on people. He couldn't help but regret it.
When the woman next to him saw his expression of embarrassment, she burst into tears knowing that he was in danger of being saved, and the people around him also shed tears.
The old man who greeted them asked: "Miracle doctor, can the cave owner be saved?"
"It's hard to say," He Ping said cautiously, "You can give it a try, but your life is not guaranteed. I can't be responsible for your death. If you agree, I will treat you, otherwise I will have to resign."
Oya agreed wholeheartedly, saying that if he could live one more year, he would only ask the miracle doctor to cast a spell.
He Ping asked someone to carry the patient outside - it was too dark here to operate. He Ping surrounded the patient's bed with curtains and built a shed above to provide shade. A fire pond was built with stones outside the shed to light the fire, which was also called
Someone brought a brand new clay pot to boil water. They also asked someone to bring some pieces of white cloth, cut it into three large pieces, and dig a hole in the middle to use as a surgical gown. The rest was made into masks and hats. After they were completed, they were made into
Boiled in water and dried in the sun.
The Li people in the village looked at everything they were doing with fear and curiosity. Everything was ready. It was already noon. When the three people came out of the shed wearing white cloth hoods, white hats and masks, the little boy
The children were frightened and ran away. The eyes of the old people also showed great uneasiness and fear.
He Ping opened his medical kit and sorted out the items. He said to Xiong Buyou and Huang Zhao:
"His illness is probably due to streptococcus infection in the wound. It will not be cured without surgery. If it is delayed for a few days, he will probably die of either a high fever or septicemia."
"Operation for drainage?" Huang Zhao is an outdoor activity enthusiast and knows a lot about self-treatment of minor injuries and illnesses.
"Yes, only surgery can save his life," He Ping said, "You can help me as my nurse."
"Okay, what do you want us to do?" Huang Zhao agreed.
"First help me sterilize the instruments and prepare the materials. By the way, I also need to prepare some saline."
"Want an infusion?"
"For wound washing, please note that the concentration is 0.9%."
"okay."
There was not much alcohol in the medical kit, so the simplest boiling sterilization method was used for surgical instruments. Boil the required instruments in boiling water for another 5 minutes and then sterilize them with alcohol. He Ping put on gloves and took a deep breath.
He sighed and picked up the scalpel.
The middle-aged woman outside, probably the mother of the cave owner, became uneasy when she saw them dressed in strange shapes and boiling various shiny things in the water. When she saw He Ping picking up a knife, she
He almost went crazy, crying and making a fuss outside and wanted to rush in, but was stopped by a few Oyas - He Ping had already taken care of them in advance.
"What's your temperature?"
"39 degrees 8."
"Put some cloth in his mouth and hold him down." He Ping informed them.
He Ping first used alcohol to thoroughly disinfect the area around the pus cells, and then found a soft and wavy area on the pus cells - he remembered that Hippo had said when teaching him a simple operation that when treating abscesses, the incision should be made from here.
It was an incision to drain the pus. But it was easy to say that, but it was really tiring to cut it on a living person. He took a breath and cut it in one go.
Pus and blood almost spurted out, splattering all over the makeshift surgical gowns they were wearing.
Xiong Buyou almost screamed. This battle was really scary. He clearly felt his patient twitching and struggling, so he suppressed him with all his strength.
At this time, there was a noise and the sound of many people's footsteps outside. He Ping began to clean the wound with salt water. The young cave owner struggled even more fiercely. Huang Zhao and Xiong Buyou had to use all their strength to control him.
While they were busy talking, they saw Li Benqing come in from the outside. Seeing this scene, his face turned pale with fright. Xiong Buyou scolded: "What are you doing in here?"
Li Benqing said with a sad face: "There is a commotion outside, saying that the owner of the cave will be handed over to you for treatment - yes -"
While they were talking, someone seemed to be arguing outside, and the Li language they didn't understand came out loud and clear. The three of them were nervous. But the matter was at this point, and they couldn't give up halfway. He Ping simply ignored it and just cleaned the wound.
, after the wound is completely cleaned, insert the gauze drainage strip coated with Vaseline into the wound, and then cover the outside loosely with cotton wool.
"Don't you need anti-inflammatory powder?" Huang Zhao asked.
"Now we need to drain the blood and give him oral penicillin." He Ping looked at the dressing of the wound. Although it was a bit ugly, it was still acceptable.
"Wait a minute, you give him oral penicillin. What if he is allergic? He's not dead!"
"I forgot!" He Ping was surprised, "Let's change it to sulfonamide tablets."
Immediately, the patient was given oral sulfonamide. At this time, the noise outside stopped. He Ping asked the family members to come in. Those who came in were the mother of the cave master and the old Oya who invited them.
The mother of the cave master saw that her son looked pale, but he seemed to be no longer in pain, and looked a little relieved. Lao Oya said a lot of words to Li Benqing again. Li Benqing said:
"He thanked you for saving his nephew. He asked if this was considered a cure."
"Not yet, it will take a few more days." He Ping knew that he was still in a critical stage before his body temperature dropped. "You can give him water and some light food, but don't let his wounds touch water or dirty things.
Find someone to take care of him day and night. He will have a fever now. Soak a cloth with cold water and apply it to him..." He Ping noted a bunch of precautions, and finally, "Choose the person you think is the most reliable to take care of him.
Apart from this, no one else is allowed to enter the shed, no one! If anything happens, come to me quickly."
When Lao Oya heard what He Ping said, he couldn't help but have a look of worry on his face. But he said nothing more, only that he would follow the instructions of the miracle doctors.
The three-person team came out of the shed, and their blood-stained burqas caused another commotion. Everyone cleaned the equipment, and then boiled it in boiling water to disinfect it. After the completion of the cooking pottery, it was smashed and buried. Makeshift
All the burqas and masks they made were thrown into the fire and burned. This practice was originally intended to prevent the pollution of medical waste, but unexpectedly it was understood by the locals as a witchcraft ritual. Many years later, the work of the government was
When the team returned to the area, a young team member recorded this paragraph in his social survey notes:
"...the final stage of exorcising the 'ghost' of the patient is to throw a white cloth stained with red spots and sometimes blood into the fire, and finally smash the pottery pot used for cooking. All the garbage
It will be buried. The whole ceremony has officially ended..."
Back at Li Benqing's house, someone brought food: roasted chicken, eggs, fish, bamboo tube rice, rice wine, etc. It was very rich. However, no one in the expedition team had much appetite: the three people who performed the operation were covered in pus and blood just now.
, others were worried about what would happen in the next few days. The people inside did not see the commotion outside the shed just now, but they could see it clearly. A young man kept inciting something, and the crowd outside several times
There was a commotion, but fortunately those Oyas outside were trying their best to suppress it, and order was maintained.
"Don't worry, the cave owner will definitely have a fever for a few days. With antibiotics, he won't die." He Ping said, "It's just a little strange."
"What?"
"He didn't get the inflammation for no reason." He Ping took out a paper bag from the enamel box of the medicine cabinet. Inside was a thin bamboo thorn. "I pulled this out from the wound." He whispered.
, "A little strange."
"He didn't know he was stabbed?"
"This is very possible," He Ping said. "Hippo and I have told many cases like this. Fortunately, this thing is not iron-proof, otherwise no one can save him if he gets tetanus."
"Damn, we won't be involved in any palace conspiracy, right?" Someone's imagination exploded.