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Half an hour later, Secretary Liu led Zhang Tianhao to the outside of a courtyard in the north of the city.

He stood there, looked around, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

However, even in such cold weather, sweat was already beading on his forehead, and his legs were trembling slightly, clearly indicating that he had reached his limit.

If it weren't for her willpower, she might have collapsed and had to rest for a while before continuing.

Moreover, time does not allow it.

Seeing that no one was around, he reached out and gently knocked on the door a few times.

After a series of knocks, the door to the courtyard opened, and a familiar figure appeared before them.

"Old Liu, what's this...?"

Zhang Tianhao was also surprised to see Song Wen, and the way she looked at him was rather strange.

"Captain Song, hello!"

"Hello, Wang Xiaotian!"

"Hurry up and go in, time waits for no one."

Old Liu didn't say anything more and went straight inside, pulling Zhang Tianhao along with him.

After entering the courtyard, they immediately closed the gate.

"Xiao Tian, ​​come with me to the basement. Old Li is still in the basement. He needs you to perform surgery. He was shot."

"What happened? How did he get shot?"

"Sigh, it's because there are too many Japanese soldiers. Of the dozen or so of them, seven were targeted by the Japanese and died. Eight others escaped through Yamagata, and quite a few were injured."

"Old Li was the most seriously injured, and his fate is still unknown. If he hadn't been kept alive, he might have already passed away."

"Row!"

Without any hesitation, and certainly not when he was talking to Song Wen, Zhang Tianhao followed Secretary Liu to a stone outside the house.

He pulled the stone slab open and then crawled inside.

Zhang Tianhao followed closely behind him.

Song Wen followed Zhang Tianhao into the basement.

It was called a basement, but it wasn't very big, only seven or eight square meters, quite small. There was a bed in the middle, and someone was lying on the bed.

"Old Li..."

Seeing Old Li covered in blood, Zhang Tianhao quickly went inside and saw that Old Li's chest had been bandaged.

But blood was still gushing out of it, and Old Li's face was already as pale as paper.

Zhang Tianhao didn't say much. He went to the tools that had been prepared in advance and looked at them. There were silver needles, scalpels, gauze and hemostatic medicine.

"No anesthetic or anti-inflammatory drugs?"

"No. That's all we can do for now. Now it's up to Old Li's fate."

Old Liu, standing to the side, also sighed, his face full of sadness.

"I see!"

Zhang Tianhao picked up his work, especially the silver needles, and began to disinfect them with alcohol.

"Take all the bandages off his body, quickly!"

"it is good!"

The two listened to Zhang Tianhao's words and carefully cut open all the bandages, which took a full minute.

As the cloth was cut open, the blood flowed even faster.

Zhang Tianhao had no choice but to step forward and insert the prepared silver needles directly.

As the silver needles were inserted, the bleeding gradually stopped, unlike before when it kept gushing out.

Zhang Tianhao picked up the scalpel and began to disinfect it.

He examined the wound, his lips twitching slightly before he gave a bitter smile. "This is troublesome. The bullet came from the right side, landing at most half a centimeter from the heart. Not only that, but the lung was also punctured. The surgery will be quite complicated."

"What do we need to do?"

"Prepare hot water. I'll let you know when I need it. During the surgery, please don't talk. The injury is too severe."

"Row!"

Secretary Liu understood that there was no way to prevent Old Li's current situation, and all hope rested on Zhang Tianhao; otherwise, they could only wait to die.

With such severe injuries and a bullet lodged in the body, this level of difficulty is not something an ordinary doctor can perform the surgery on.

After changing into a simple coat, Zhang Tianhao took out a bottle of anti-inflammatory medicine from his pocket.

Amidst their shocked expressions, the anti-inflammatory medication was carefully injected into Old Li's body.

"Is this anti-inflammatory medication penicillin?"

Upon seeing this, Song Wen stammered, "This is a Western medicine that money can't buy, and you actually have it."

"Yes, my family prepared some. I don't know if they've expired. When I went back today, I saw them in the yard."

"Then I found a jar containing medicine and silver dollars. The money was just right for building a house, and the anti-inflammatory drug was just right for the surgery."

"The surgery was originally intended for Lao Liu, but now it's being used on Lao Li."

"Uncle Liu, what about your health?"

Upon hearing this, Song Wen was taken aback and asked with some concern.

"My injury isn't too serious. The priority now is to save Lao Li."

"That!"

Zhang Tianhao also took a few silver needles and inserted them again to prevent bleeding before starting the surgery with a scalpel.

The surgery was quite difficult. Secretary Liu and Song Wen watched as Zhang Tianhao cut open Lao Li's chest, removed the bullet, and sutured the hole in his lung.

They even had to draw blood again, and three hours passed in the process.

Looking at Old Li, whose surgery had been completed and whose wound had been stitched up again, Zhang Tianhao could only sigh.

Such a surgery is not something that ordinary people can do, and it's a miracle that Old Li didn't die.

Looking at the blood on the ground, Zhang Tianhao could only admire himself for actually managing to do this.

As the last stitch was completed, Old Liu breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"How about it?"

"No problem, the surgery was quite successful. However, Lao Li's injury is a bit too severe. He probably won't be able to move around for at least three months."

"In addition, we need to pay attention to anti-inflammatory treatment. If you can wake up tomorrow, then some traditional Chinese medicine for inflammation will be enough. I doubt you can find any Western medicine."

"Ok!"

"By the way, Xiaotian, thank you."

"Uncle Liu, you're too kind. It was Lao Li and the others who saved me, so I'm just repaying them. As for anything else, I can't think of anything else."

"Row!"

Song Wen glanced at Zhang Tianhao, who was finishing up, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes showing a hint of shock.

After all, a surgery that takes more than three hours is not something that an average person can do.

"Your medical skills are truly superb; even the best doctor in our county probably couldn't achieve this level!"

"I don't know about that. How about we go for a walk?"

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Tianhao smiled and said to Song Wen, "I also have some things I'd like to talk to you about."

"it is good!"

Song Wen greeted Uncle Liu and then left the basement with Zhang Tianhao, returning to the ground floor and looking around.

Zhang Tianhao also went to the side, filled a lot of hot water, and began to wash his hands. He also took off his blood-stained clothes, which was a way of relaxing for a while. (End of this chapter)