A doctor who travels through two eras

While explaining the facts, Lin Sanqi didn't hold back and started cleaning the wound with saline solution.

There was a cruel torture in ancient times: a whip dipped in salt water was used to strike the prisoner. The salt water irritated the wounds, intensifying the pain and causing the prisoner to confess uncontrollably.

This shows just how painful salt water is, and it was used as a form of torture, similar to chili water.

So when Lin Sanqi poured the salt water on the child, the child couldn't help but shout out:
"Mommy, it hurts so much, it hurts so much~~~"

Wang Juan stopped crying at this moment; instead, her gaze became firm.

"Child, be strong. The person treating you is a high-ranking official; this is a blessing you've earned in a thousand years. So you must be strong; this is your only chance to live. No matter how much pain you're in, you must endure it."

Lin Sanqi looked at the mother approvingly. As the saying goes, women are inherently weak, but become strong when they become mothers.

When Lin Sanqi lowered her head, she was so frightened that she quickly took a few steps back and almost vomited.

Because a large number of maggots were washed down by the salt water and flowed onto the wooden bed, many of them fell directly into the mud, and then their bodies kept twisting and turning.

The villagers of Xiyang Village who were watching didn't feel disgusted. To them, it seemed to be a common occurrence for people to get sick or have maggots.

The villagers found it particularly amusing that many city officials in the courtyard were backing away; they wondered if city people were really that timid.
Villager A scoffed, "Why are you running? It's just maggots; there are plenty of them in this cesspool."

Villager B chimed in, "Exactly! If a festering wound doesn't breed maggots, what are you going to do with silkworms?"

Villager C grunted twice: "You know what, maggots are a good thing, high in protein, and they're crunchy to eat."

Upon hearing this, the people around all took a step back, distancing themselves from villager Bing.

Finally, several women couldn't hold it in any longer and vomited. At that moment, no one dared to laugh at the city officials anymore...

Lin Sanqi and his two temporary assistants worked for half a day and finally cleaned the herbs and blood stains off the surface with saline solution.

The wound inside was red and white, and some wounds were very deep due to ulceration. Fortunately, no bones were damaged. If the wound is cleaned and the infection is treated in time, the patient can still be saved.

Lin Sanqi gained confidence, so he took out another bottle of hydrogen peroxide and poured the whole bottle over the wound.

Then, the young patient let out another piercing scream, and white foam instantly appeared on the wound on his left calf.

Seeing the young patient begin to struggle, Lin Sanqi roared:
"Hold them down. If the wound isn't thoroughly cleaned, it's like not cleaning it at all. If the infection continues, you still won't survive."

Upon hearing this, Wang Juan hugged her son's head tightly, whispering words of comfort to him.

Yang Zhifa and Village Chief Yang quickly helped hold the child down to prevent him from having a seizure due to pain.

The villagers who had been watching became excited again:

"Oh dear, look! This water is foaming up right away when we pour it in. Could it be poison?"

"This isn't poison, it's soap, isn't it? I've seen city people use it; it produces lots of bubbles."

"This thing must be expensive. Look at that bottle, I've never even seen what it's made of."

Upon hearing this, Lin Sanqi looked at the plastic bottle in his hand and wondered if people in Shaanxi Province in the 1960s had never seen plastic before. Should he give it to the farmers as a precious gift?

Then, decades later, Lin Sanqi's reputation was ruined. When he was signing autographs and taking photos with tourists at the Terracotta Warriors to make money, he was pelted with plastic bottles by countless people from Shaanxi Province.

How much does plastic waste cost per kilogram?

Just as Lin Sanqi was lost in thought, Xiao Hong reminded him, "Boss, what's next?"

"Oh, next we'll collect the plastic to sell for money. Ugh, next we'll rinse the wound again with saline solution, and then we'll do the third round of disinfection right away."

After Xiaohong and Xiaohuang cleaned their hands with sterile cotton balls, Lin Sanqi took out a pack of iodine-soaked cotton balls.

Then, using tweezers, I picked up a few sterile cotton balls and, amidst the patient's screams, began the final round of disinfection of his left leg.

The whole process took more than an hour. When the little patient's left leg was bandaged with white gauze, Wang Juan and Yang Zhifa both breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Juan asked excitedly, "Officer Lin, does this mean my son won't die? He'll survive?"

Lin Sanqi took off his protective suit, his whole body soaked in sweat: "Disinfection is just the first step. Next is fever reduction and infection control. Here, this is a bottle of ibuprofen suspension. 10 ml at a time. There's a cup inside. Give it to him every 6 hours. It can reduce fever and relieve pain."

Also, this is a box of cephalosporin. Remember, this is an anti-inflammatory drug, better than penicillin. Give him two packets each time, twice a day. With both medications combined, he should recover within 10 days.

Wang Juan and Yang Zhifa were naturally overjoyed to hear this.

Rural people are very simple and honest, because they have nothing to offer in return for this high-ranking official. The only thing they can offer is their humble respect.

The couple immediately knelt down: "Officer Lin, thank you, thank you for saving our lives."

Lin Sanqi quickly jumped to the side and then helped Yang Zhifa and Wang Juan up:
"No, no, no, this is a new society now, we don't do this anymore. If you kneel down, it's not thanking me, it's harming me. If the leaders find out, they'll think I, Lin Sanqi, am trying to restore feudalism in Shaanxi Province."

Village Chief Yang was also aware of the gravity of the situation:
"Third brother, third brother's wife, in this new society we can't kneel, stand up. It's a good thing the child can be saved. Give him some extra nourishment later, his life is saved."

Wang Juan and Yang Zhifa were naturally full of gratitude.

Lin Sanqi took out another 30 yuan from his pocket and handed it to Yang Zhifa:
"Don't refuse this money to help your child get better. This is my first time in Shaanxi Province. I happened to be visiting the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor and I met your son. It's fate."

Since I saved that person, I naturally have to keep them alive. Otherwise, if word gets out that I, Lin Sanqi, can't even save a little child, I'll lose all face as the hospital director. Hehe.

Holding the three large black coins in his hand, Yang Zhifa was so moved that tears streamed down his face.

Lin Sanqi treated the Yang family even better than his own father.

"Officer Lin, don't worry, we will definitely save my son and ensure he lives a good life so that he can make more contributions to the country in the future."

Lin Sanqi thought to himself, "This 30 yuan is also a matter of fate. In another time and space, Yang Zhifa was awarded 30 yuan by the state for being the first to discover the Terracotta Warriors."

The money has finally been given away.

The villagers watching immediately burst into applause, cheers echoing throughout the room. Lin Sanqi smiled and waved to the crowd, indulging in a moment of feeling like a big leader.

Dinner was served in Xiyang Village, where Village Chief Yang slaughtered a chicken in the most solemn manner.

The chickens were raised by the village chief's family. In the early 1960s, the atmosphere in China was relatively relaxed, and farmers were allowed to raise chickens and grow some vegetables, but the number was limited.

For example, a family can't have more than 5 chickens. The chickens lay eggs, and the eggs can be taken to the supply and marketing cooperative to exchange for daily necessities and salt. This is known in the community as "chicken farts" (GDP).

Rural areas also allow farmers to own a small amount of private plots where they can grow vegetables. The specific area varies from place to place, but the per capita area cannot exceed one-tenth of an acre.

Of course, vegetables can only be eaten by oneself and cannot be sold or bought; that would be a mistake.

Clever farmers don't sell vegetables, but they can exchange them for goods or vouchers with city dwellers, skirting the law, while government officials turn a blind eye.

At that time, the whole country was still full of vitality.

Therefore, for Village Chief Yang, having consumed one-fifth of his family's wealth in one meal today was definitely an act of hospitality.

Not wanting him to suffer a loss, Lin Sanqi took out two bottles of Moutai liquor, which delighted Village Chief Yang and his entourage, Commander Qi and Director Liu.

Lin Sanqi, however, was not happy at all. It wasn't that he thought the snacks were too meager, but rather that he was starting to worry about the country and its people.

After finishing their drinks and relaxing in the cool air, Lin Sanqi asked Village Chief Yang:

"Old Yang, tell me, how do you usually get through when you're sick?"

Village Chief Yang hadn't realized the seriousness of the problem, assuming that this was how things had always been in rural areas for centuries, so he didn't take it seriously.
"Boss, what else can we farmers do? We'll just make do. Hehe."

Before liberation, this place was called Lishan Township. At that time, there was a traditional Chinese medicine doctor in the township, and people from all around would go to him for treatment when they were sick.

No money is no problem; some corn and a few eggs will do, and Dr. Hu will take them all. If someone is seriously ill, they can just get a chicken or a sheep; at least their livelihood won't be cut off.

It's a pity that good people don't live long. Dr. Hu passed away in 50, leaving our village's only doctor behind. What do you do when you get sick? All sorts of things come up.

Like my nephew, when he gets an external injury, he goes up the mountain to gather some herbs and tries to treat it himself. Everyone understands that if it can be treated, it can be treated; if it can't be treated, it can't be treated. It's all fate, and no one can be blamed. (End of Chapter)