Sent to the countryside, I turned the health center into a top-tier hospital.

Cui Ying raised her head, her face covered in dirt, a scrape on her forehead, blood trickling down her temples, and her hair stuck to her face.

Her eyes were half-open, and her lips were pale, but the moment she saw Chen Ping, the corner of her mouth twitched.

"Chen Ping..."

Her voice was very soft, as if it were squeezed out of her throat. It took all her strength to say those two words. After she finished speaking, she closed her eyes and went limp.

Chen Ping quickly helped her up and let her lean against him, glancing at the injuries on her body.

The back of the clothes was torn, and several scratches ran from the left shoulder to the side of the waist, with the skin turned inside out and blood seeping out. The deepest scratch was on the arm, with blood flowing down the sleeve and soaking the entire sleeve.

Zhou Xiaohe was unharmed. Cui Ying protected her closely, and apart from some dirt on her body and some grass clippings on her face, she didn't even get a scratch.

Zhou Xiaohe broke free from Cui Ying's embrace, knelt on the ground, and looked at Cui Ying covered in blood. Her lips trembled several times before she finally burst into tears, her voice high-pitched and thin, sounding particularly mournful in the empty mountain forest, "Sister Cui Ying! Sister Cui Ying!"

Chen Ping turned Cui Ying over and carried her on his back. When he squatted down, his knee hit a pebble, but he didn't feel it.

He supported Cui Ying's leg with one hand and pulled Zhou Xiaohe with the other, gritted his teeth, stood up, and walked down the mountain.

The mountain path was difficult to walk, the moonlight was intermittent, and the gravel underfoot kept slipping.

Chen Ping carried Cui Ying on his back, running downhill with uneven steps. Zhou Xiaohe was pulled by his hand, staggering along beside him, crying as she ran, sobbing uncontrollably.

Chen Ping's palms were sweaty, and he gripped Zhou Xiaohe's hand tightly, afraid that she might fall and not be able to get up.

When I got to the entrance of the health center, there was a bunch of people standing in the courtyard.

Zhao Guosheng paced back and forth at the gate of the courtyard, carrying a large jar.

Wang Tao, Liu Wei, Li Fang, and Wang Jianguo were all lingering at the door.

After they finished eating and saw that the person hadn't returned, they discussed going up the mountain together to look for them.

Wang Tao was the first to see Chen Ping. He opened his mouth to shout, "Dr. Chen is back!" but before he could say anything, he saw Cui Ying clinging to Chen Ping's back and the wound on her arm that was still bleeding.

Wang Tao's face instantly turned pale.

Zhao Guosheng nearly dropped the jar in his hands. He rushed over, his voice trembling, "What...what happened? Quick, quick, get it to the examination room!"

Li Fang ran over to help support Cui Ying's head. When she looked down, she saw several deep and long scratches on Cui Ying's back. She gasped and didn't dare to speak, her eyes reddening first.

"There are wolves in the mountains."

Chen Ping carried Cui Ying into the courtyard, his voice filled with anxiety, "Li Fang, immediately prepare anesthetic, iodine, hydrogen peroxide, sterile gauze, suture needles, catgut, and two vials of tetanus immunoglobulin."

Li Fang responded and turned to run towards the pharmacy.

"Wang Tao, go and prepare the operating room. Turn on the operating lights, lay out a sterile sheet on the operating table, and prepare everything you need."

Wang Tao nodded and took off running.

"Liu Wei, go and boil some hot water, boil several buckets."

Without saying a word, Liu Wei ran to the backyard.

"Dean Zhao, please help me settle Zhou Xiaohe in first, and make sure she doesn't have any contact with her."

Zhao Guosheng quickly pulled Zhou Xiaohe over, his hands trembling violently, and asked several times, "Xiaohe, are you alright?"

Zhou Xiaohe could only cry, pointing at Cui Ying's back and calling out "Sister Cui Ying, Sister Cui Ying," trying to follow her, but Zhao Guosheng hugged her.

The operating room is located in the innermost room of the ward, which was specially partitioned off during this renovation.

Chen Ping insisted on reserving an operating room, even if it was just a simple one that could only perform debridement, suturing, and minor outpatient surgeries. Zhao Guosheng gritted his teeth and agreed.

Now, in this small room of about twenty square meters, there is a second-hand shadowless lamp hanging on the ceiling, an old operating table picked up from the county hospital against the wall, and several sets of basic surgical instruments in the cabinet, all of which Chen Ping bought from Director Ma of the county hospital.

I didn't expect to use it so soon.

Chen Ping placed Cui Ying on the operating table and had her lie on her side.

Cui Ying had completely lost consciousness. Her brows were furrowed, her breathing was rapid and shallow, and her lips were dry and peeling.

Chen Ping cut open her ripped down jacket, revealing a sweater soaked in blood that clung to her wounds. He carefully used scissors to cut the garment apart piece by piece.

When the wound was exposed, Chen Ping's fingers paused for a moment.

There were four scratches on his back, two of which were shallow and two were so deep that the underlying muscle tissue could be seen.

There was a bite mark on my arm, two deep teeth marks, the surrounding skin was torn, the edges were irregular and rolled up, and it was still bleeding.

There were also several abrasions on his shoulder, probably from when he fell to the ground.

Zhou Jie and Sun Xiaoyan changed into white coats and ran in. Zhou Jie carried a tray of sterilized surgical instruments, which contained vascular forceps, tissue forceps, needle holders, suture needles, and catgut sutures, all neatly arranged.

Sun Xiaoyan carried iodine and hydrogen peroxide. Both of them were so nervous that their faces were pale, but they didn't mess up their work. With the foundation of their six months of internship at the nursing school, they knew what to do at this time.

Wang Tao turned on the operating light, and the bright light shone on the operating table, making every wound clearly visible.

He ran out again and brought in a small table, laid out a sterile sheet, placed the instrument tray and disinfection supplies on it, and then stood beside it, not daring to breathe, waiting for Chen Ping's next instructions.

Chen Ping washed his hands, put on sterile gloves, a mask, and a hat, and took a deep breath.

He lowered his head and whispered in Cui Ying's ear, "I'm starting."

Cui Ying did not respond.

After the local anesthesia took effect, he first rinsed the wound with hydrogen peroxide. His movements were very gentle but steady. While rinsing, he used sterile cotton swabs to clean out the dirt and grass clippings from the wound bit by bit.

The cleaning process took nearly twenty minutes, with each wound being rinsed three or four times until the rinsing fluid became clear.

Then I disinfected the skin around the wound with iodine solution, applying it in circles from the inside out, three times.

"Needle holder." He held out his hand.

Zhou Jie quickly handed it over.

Chen Ping clamped the suture needle, selected the No. 1 catgut suture, and began to suture.

He chose a special suturing method.

It's not simply a matter of pulling the wound together and aligning it; rather, tension-reducing sutures are used. First, a row of deep tension-reducing sutures is sewn on each side of the wound. Absorbable catgut sutures are inserted from the subcutaneous tissue, pass around the deep fascia, and then come out. In this way, after healing, the tension is entirely on the deep sutures, and the epidermal sutures will not cause the scar to reopen even after they are removed.

His technique was extremely fast, but every stitch was so precise it was as if it had been measured with a ruler.

The needles pierce the skin at the same depth and angle, and exit at the same position, resulting in even and dense stitches, just like those produced by a sewing machine.

After the subcutaneous sutures were completed, the epidermal sutures began.