The Song Dynasty on the Sand Table

Chapter 101 A Great Friend of the Chinese People

When thinking of modern military doctors, the first person that flashed through Yue Wenxuan's mind was the celebrity he had learned about in textbooks, the great friend of the Chinese people, Mr. Bai Qianen.

From November 1938 to February 11, Mr. Bai Qianen led a medical team to provide battlefield treatment on the front lines in Yanbei, Shanxi and Jizhong. In four months, he traveled 1939 kilometers, performed more than 2 operations, and treated a large number of wounded soldiers.

This is a man worthy of respect!

There really is a figurine in Yue Wenxuan's cabinet. The figurine is a kit, including a wounded person lying on the operating table, a group of medical staff helping, and of course, the most important thing is... He is wearing a dirty white coat, holding a scalpel in his right hand, and his left hand lightly on the wounded person's body, preparing to perform surgery on the wounded person. There is also a small table next to him, on which are various surgical instruments and medicines.

Based on his several months of experience in using the sand table, Yue Wenxuan could judge that it would not be difficult to fit into the sand table. If he did not carry any weapons and only had a World War II-grade scalpel in his right hand, then the command power he occupied would not be more than that of Professor Liao.

At most, it is the leadership required of a "special person".

He moved the figurine to a deserted corner of the sand table, and sure enough, it fit in easily.

However, simply putting a doctor in is useless; modern medical instruments and medicines must be put in to save people...

Yue Wenxuan's eyes swept over the medical instruments on the operating table: the stethoscope, the needle, the thread used to suture the wound...

It goes without saying that these things don't take up much command power. They are just a combination of iron, plastic, rubber and other materials, and are not considered high-tech.

Yue Wenxuan stretched out his hand, and sure enough, these medical instruments were easily placed into the sand table.

The most important thing is the medicine!

The medicines of World War II were truly technological products. Penicillin alone, for example, was unattainable technology during the Northern Song Dynasty. Yue Wenxuan could only pray that during World War II, our army was short on medical personnel and medicine, so the medical kits were designed with a limited supply of medicine, so that they could fit into the sandbox.

Yue Wenxuan picked up the medical kit and placed it on the sand table.

"Insufficient leadership... Insufficient leadership..."

It’s indeed not enough!

Yue Wenxuan was not surprised. He stretched out his hand and took Qi Jiguang, who was beside Madam Gong Er, back to the sky. He also took the two teams of mandarin ducks back to the sky.

"Insufficient leadership... Insufficient leadership..."

He shifted his consciousness back into Master Ye and Bruce Lee's bodies, clasped his fists towards Wu Jialiang, and said, "Let's go to the woods and take a dump."

Wu Jialiang didn't think much about it, his attention was still on the injured little leader.

Master Ye and Bruce Lee walked to a distance where Wu Jialiang could not see them. Yue Wenxuan stretched out his hand and took out the two figures from the sand table.

This freed up a significant amount of command power. The only units occupying Yue Wenxuan's command power in the sandbox were Su Qier, Liao Lao, a group of blacksmiths, and a saltsmith. Beyond that, there was a large amount of food. Besides Su Qier, the others were all "internal affairs" units, much like the peasants in StarCraft, who occupied very little command power.

Yue Wenxuan took a deep breath, picked up the medical bag again and put it in.

"Success!"

So, Yue Wenxuan possessed her body, picked up the medical bag in his left hand, and held a small scalpel in his right hand. He flew directly from the edge of the sand table, crossed the sky, and landed next to Madam Gong Er.

Anyone else would have been startled, but Madam Gong Er was already accustomed to having a deity suddenly descend upon her. Seeing a strange-looking deity, seemingly from a foreign land, descend from the sky, she wasn't at all flustered. She clasped her fists in greeting and said, "I greet the old deity. I wonder what advice you have for me, the old deity?" Yue Wenxuan said, "My name is Henry Norman Bethune..."

The first thing he spoke was English?

The languages ​​spoken in Canada are English and French.

Madam Gong Er couldn't understand anything and her mind was completely confused.

Yue Wenxuan had no choice but to forcibly take over the figurine's vocal organs and switch to his own language: "I am the medical immortal in heaven. My good friend Yue Wenxuan said that there is a person here who is seriously injured and cannot be cured by mortal means. I came here specially to see him."

Madam Gong Er suddenly became solemn. Doctors are always respected, and the medical immortal in heaven is of course even more respected.

Yue Wenxuan walked straight towards the place where Wu Jialiang and the small leader were resting, and Madam Gong Er hurriedly accompanied him.

When we got there, we saw the little leader lying in the grass with his eyes closed. There was a hole in his abdomen, and blood was gushing out...

Wu Jialiang sat nearby, guarding him, a look of regret on his face: "What a shame, what a brave man! I should have shot him in the leg with a musket... It's a shame not to become a brother to such a brave man."

Madam Gong Er was at a loss for words: "What kind of man are you? County Magistrate Wu, I've discovered you have a bad habit of wanting to become sworn brothers with everyone you meet."

Wu Jialiang said seriously, "How can this be a bad habit? When traveling around the world, it's always a good idea to make more friends with good people."

Madam Gong Er reminded her, "You are an official now, not wandering the underworld."

Wu Jialiang: “…”

Madam Gong Er pointed to the medical immortal beside her and said, "Your hero is saved. This is a medical immortal who has descended from heaven to treat injuries that mortals cannot heal."

Wu Jialiang was slightly startled and turned to look. He saw that the man had a face that was clearly not Han Chinese. He didn't know which country in the Western Regions his face came from. He was even more shocked. "This... is this the Medical Immortal? Could this be a Hu people scammer?"

Madam Gong Er said angrily, "Watch your words. If you offend the gods, even if you are an official, you will not end well."

Yue Wenxuan smiled and looked around. The conditions here were indeed a bit poor, but it was not a big problem. The environment where the master performed surgery on the wounded in the past was not much better than now. He waved his hand and said, "Light the fire immediately, boil water, and prepare a clean stone platform, or a wooden platform will do. Hurry up."

Madam Gong Er immediately ordered the soldiers to do so.

Although Wu Jialiang was a little confused, he was the guest and Madam Gong Er was the host. He couldn't take over the show, so he kept his mouth shut and watched quietly.

Next is the moment to subvert your cognition!
Yue Wenxuan returned the control of the body to the figurine, and then the figurine began a series of skilled operations. First, he disinfected the scalpel, cut open the little boss's stomach, took out the bullet in the stomach with tweezers, took out the needle and thread, and skillfully sutured the internal organs injured by the bullet, and then sutured the stomach.

Then he took out a syringe and gave him a few injections.

After finishing, the figurine showed a tired expression: "The value of life lies in giving, not taking."
Madam Gong Er: "Old Immortal, we don't understand what you are saying."

Figure: "Give flowers to others, keep thorns for yourself."
After saying that, the figurine waved his hand and walked away in a dashing manner.

(End of this chapter)