He was a disabled military officer who doted on his research work in the Northwest.

After leaving the machinery factory's residential compound, Shen Tang went straight to the bus station and bought a ticket to the military region's garrison without any hesitation.

The dilapidated rural bus bumped along the bumpy dirt road. The bus was packed with people, and the air was thick with the smells of sweat, tobacco, and even the pungent odor of a few chickens and ducks that the villagers had brought on board.

Shen Tang leaned against the window, watching the scenery outside gradually fade away from the city and transition into the vast Gobi Desert, a hint of excitement flashing in his deep eyes.

This largely undeveloped desert of Northwest China was practically her dream experimental field. Judging by the timeline, her most respected agricultural mentor from her past life should still be a rebellious young man sent down to a Northwest farm for reform through labor, right? She wondered if she'd ever run into him…

In the original book, there isn't much description of Commander Mu Qinghan; he's only described as the youngest and most promising legend in the Northwest Military Region. However, during a sudden mission two weeks ago, he was seriously injured while protecting his comrades, suffering nerve damage in both legs and even losing his manhood.

Proud as he was, after learning that he was disabled, and with the original owner's family sending him telegrams one after another, crying and refusing to accept the engagement, he was disheartened and refused the opportunity to receive conservative treatment at the Capital Military Region Hospital, and quickly retired from the army.

A once-promising young man had his leg amputated in less than six months and died in despair two years later.

"Squeak—Clang!"

The bus slammed on the brakes to avoid a flock of sheep that suddenly darted out onto the road!

"Ouch!"

With a gasp, a heavy wooden crate with metal corners slid off the makeshift luggage rack above the bus and crashed straight down onto a middle-aged woman who was dozing off in the aisle.

With a muffled thud, the woman let out a piercing scream, clutching her right arm and collapsing into her seat. Blood instantly gushed from between her fingers like a fountain, staining her grey-blue clothes bright red!

The metal corner of the box slashed her arm's artery!

"Blood! Oh my god!" The surrounding passengers scattered in terror.

The ticket seller, pale with fright, shouted from the front, "Someone's died! Is there a doctor on the bus?!"

"Make way! I'm a nurse from the military hospital!" A young nurse named Bai Wei, wearing a military green shirt and with short hair, squeezed in and hurriedly prepared to apply a tourniquet.

However, the pressure from the arterial bleeding was too great, and the bleeding simply couldn't be stopped. The middle-aged woman's face turned deathly pale at a visible speed.

During the struggle, the cloth bag in her arms fell apart, and several medicine packets wrapped in yellow paper fell out, emitting a strong, pungent, earthy smell.

"My medicine... my lifeline..." the woman cried weakly, ignoring her bleeding arm, and even tried to reach for the medicine packets.

Shen Tang frowned, glanced at Bai Wei's sweaty but ineffective efforts, and said coldly, "You applied the tourniquet too low, and your pressure technique didn't avoid the muscle groups at all, so you can't press down on the brachial artery. If it flows any further, she will go into hemorrhagic shock."

Bai Wei was in a state of panic when she heard this and looked up abruptly. Seeing a simply dressed young woman, her face immediately flashed with offended anger: "What do you know? This is standard first aid procedure! Which nursing school did you graduate from? Don't make things worse!"

"Even standard procedures need to be followed in the right place." Shen Tang, too lazy to waste words, stepped forward, pushing Bai Wei aside. "Get out of the way!"

"What are you doing!"

The surrounding passengers also started whispering, "Young lady, she's a nurse from the hospital, don't do anything reckless!"

Shen Tang ignored her. She half-squatted down and took out the cheap acupuncture kit from her small cloth bag. She had bought it with the three hundred yuan that Shen Guoping had given her before she left. With one hand, she precisely pinched the Jiquan and Shaohai acupoints under the woman's armpit and pressed them down sharply with a skillful force!

The woman cried out in pain, but miraculously, the gushing blood visibly slowed down.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Tang pulled out a three-inch-long silver needle and swiftly inserted it into several acupoints above the wound.

In the blink of an eye, the wound, which had been gushing like a small fountain, was now only slowly bleeding!

The entire carriage was completely silent.

Everyone was stunned by this miraculous traditional Chinese medicine technique. Bai Wei was even more dumbfounded, staring in disbelief at the few thin silver needles, her face burning as if she had been slapped hard.

"Amazing! This girl is amazing, much better than the last one!"

"Exactly, they strangled him with a strap, almost draining all his blood!"

Hearing the whispers of the surrounding passengers, Bai Wei gritted her teeth in anger and retorted stubbornly, "Stop playing tricks! Traditional Chinese medicine is just feudal dross! I'm a legitimate nurse, and I'm following the rules! If she gets infected, can you take responsibility for that?"

"Rules are rules, but people are flexible. If you can't even distinguish between bleeding from the brachial artery and a vein, did you buy your nursing diploma?"

Shen Tang didn't even look up. While deftly taking out gauze from her bag to bandage the woman, she coldly retorted, "Also, the tourniquet must be loosened every half hour, otherwise the limb will suffer from ischemia and necrosis. If you had just tied her up completely, her arm would be useless by the time the car reached the garrison hospital. How did the military hospital end up hiring a half-baked incompetent like you?"

"You—!" Bai Wei was so angry that her face turned red, but she was rendered speechless by Shen Tang's professional terminology. She could only stomp her foot angrily, "Fine! Don't beg me if something happens!" After saying that, she slunk out of the crowd.

Shen Tang ignored her completely and turned to look at the middle-aged woman whose complexion had regained some color.

The woman clutched the cloth bag tightly to her chest, tears welling in her eyes with gratitude: "Thank you... young comrade, you not only saved my life, but also saved my arm. My name is Wang Xiulian, and I really don't know how to repay you."

As she moved, the scattered yellow paper medicine packets were revealed again, and a strong earthy smell mixed with a faint, almost imperceptible fishy odor wafted into Shen Tang's nose.

As a top expert in medical agronomy, Shen Tang identified the presence of highly poisonous substances like blister beetles and tripterygium wilfordii in just one second. This was no medicine; it was clearly a deadly poison!

Seeing Shen Tang staring at the medicine packet, Wang Xiulian tucked it into her bosom somewhat embarrassed and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry to have troubled you, sister. This is a secret recipe for conceiving a child that I asked someone to help me get when I went back to my parents' home in the mainland. My husband and I have been married for seven or eight years, and my belly hasn't shown any signs of pregnancy... This is our lifeline."

Shen Tang's eyes flickered slightly.

Every medicine has its side effects. Taking this kind of folk remedy could cost you your life, let alone childbirth. However, since the two had only met by chance, Shen Tang knew the taboo of speaking too much with someone you didn't know well, so she only advised, "This medicine looks potent. Sister-in-law, you'd better see a proper doctor before taking it."

"Yes, yes, I know." Wang Xiulian nodded repeatedly, growing more and more fond of her savior. "Young lady, where are you going? Looking at all those bags you're carrying, are you going to visit relatives too?"

"I'm going to the military compound." Shen Tang packed her acupuncture kit, her tone calm. "To find my relatives, which can also be considered... accompanying the military."

"Oh! We're on the same team!" Upon hearing this, Wang Xiulian immediately grabbed Shen Tang's uninjured arm affectionately. "My husband is Zhao Dahai, the company commander of the 3rd Regiment of the Northwest Military Region! Sister, which battalion does your husband belong to? What's his name? Maybe my Dahai knows him!"

Shen Tang raised an eyebrow slightly; this was quite a connection.

"His name is Mu Qinghan."

"Cough cough—!" Upon hearing this name, Wang Xiulian almost choked on the water she had just drunk. Her eyes widened as she stared at Shen Tang. "Commander Mu?! You, you're that... from the Shen family..."