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

Wang Jianguo immediately squatted down and began to examine the wounded soldier closest to him.

He was a middle-aged man, his legs were covered in blood, but he was conscious and able to speak.

"Can you move your legs?" Wang Jianguo asked.

The man tried it, then grimaced and shook his head.

"Don't move, wait."

Chen Ping led Wang Tao into the car.

The car window was broken. He glanced inside and saw five or six people, some slumped in their seats, others trapped under the seats.

A young woman was trapped between two seats, her face covered in blood, crying loudly.

An old man leaned against the car window, his eyes closed, with a cut on his head and blood streaming down his face.

Chen Ping closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and placed his hand on the nearest wounded man, the old man leaning against the car window.

The thoughts in my mind surged forth faster and clearer than ever before.

He could see that the old man had a head injury, with a cut on his scalp, but the skull was fine and there was no bleeding inside the brain.

He is not the most dangerous one.

He turned to the young woman who was stuck.

The moment his hand touched it, his expression changed.

Spleen rupture.

Internal bleeding.

There was already a large amount of blood in the abdominal cavity; if it wasn't treated soon, the patient wouldn't survive more than half an hour.

"Wang Tao!" Chen Ping's voice was urgent. "Give me the silver needles!"

Wang Tao hurriedly tore open the silver needle pouch and handed it over.

Chen Ping pulled out a needle, lifted the woman's clothes a little, and located the Zhangmen acupoint, the Mu point of the Spleen Meridian, at the tip of the ninth rib.

With one needle inserted, the fingers twist and turn, lifting and inserting.

It's not Seven Stars Chasing the Moon, but another set of acupuncture techniques that automatically popped into my head, called "Strengthening the Origin and Stopping Hemostasis Acupuncture".

After three needles, the bleeding in the woman's abdominal cavity slowed down significantly.

Chen Ping could see that the blood vessels were contracting and the blood flow was decreasing.

But it's only temporary, lasting at most an hour.

"This woman needs to be taken to the hospital as soon as possible; she has a ruptured spleen and internal bleeding."

Chen Ping said to Wang Tao, "Write this down, and send it first."

"Got it!"

Chen Ping then turned to the next person.

It was a middle-aged man, pinned under the seat, his left leg bent at an odd angle.

Pressing down, the femur is fractured, but major blood vessels are not damaged, and there is no internal bleeding. We can wait.

"Left leg fracture, the second one."

Next one.

It was a teenage boy, lying motionless on the ground outside the car window.

Chen Ping walked over and placed his hand on his back.

Cervical spine injury.

The spinal cord was not severed, but it was compressed.

Improper handling could result in lifelong paralysis.

"Don't touch this child!"

Chen Ping roared, "Don't touch him! Wang Tao, get a neck brace. If you don't have one, make one with bandages and a splint to immobilize his neck!"

Wang Tao ran out and returned shortly afterward with bandages and splints.

Chen Ping squatted down, carefully straightened the boy's head, clamped both sides with splints, and wrapped bandages tightly to fix it to both sides of the body.

The boy grunted, but didn't wake up.

"Thirdly, be careful when moving it to avoid neck injuries."

Chen Ping stood up and wiped the sweat from his face.

It was getting dark when someone shouted from the top of the slope; the county hospital's ambulance had arrived.

But he knew that it would take more than two hours to get here from the county town along the mountain road.

We can't afford to wait those two hours.

He continued walking forward.

There were three people in the car: one with minor injuries, one with moderate injuries, and one... When Chen Ping placed his hand on the car, his heart sank.

The elderly man, over seventy years old, had his chest crushed by the deformed vehicle, and at least three of his ribs were broken, one of which pierced his lung.

Tension pneumothorax: The lung is compressed by more than half, making breathing increasingly difficult.

Her lips had turned purple.

"Wang Tao! Thick needles! The thickest ones!"

Wang Tao ran over and handed over the thickest silver needle.

Chen Ping located the spot and inserted the needle vertically into the second intercostal space along the midclavicular line.

He could see the needle tip pierce through his chest wall and enter his chest cavity. At that moment, a burst of gas hissed out from the eye of the needle.

The old man's breathing became noticeably easier, and the color of his lips changed from purple to red.

"The fourth one is tension pneumothorax and rib fracture. You need to be sent to the hospital as soon as possible for closed chest drainage."

Wang Tao was taking notes, his hands trembling, but he didn't make a single mistake.

Chen Ping climbed out of the car; it was already dark.

Lights came on on the slope, and people were shouting, running, and directing.

He stood at the bottom of the slope, covered in sweat and his hands were covered in blood.

The wooden box was still in my arms; I didn't know when it had been brought down, and it had a few drops of blood on it.

Wang Jianguo walked over, panting: "Dr. Chen, I've finished sorting the wounded outside. I've already let the two with minor injuries walk up on their own, I've treated the wound of the one with moderate injuries, and I've immobilized the one with a broken leg with a splint, waiting to send him up."

"it is good."

Chen Ping nodded. "I have four here: one with a ruptured spleen, one with a fractured femur, one with a cervical spine injury, and one with a tension pneumothorax. The one with the ruptured spleen is the most urgent; have them sent over first."

"The people from the county hospital are up there; I'm talking to them."

Wang Jianguo turned around and started climbing.

Chen Ping was standing at the bottom of the slope, and before he could even catch his breath, several people came down the slope.

The flashlight beam shone on him, blinding him.

Leading the way was a middle-aged doctor in his forties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a clean white coat, which stood out starkly against the disheveled scene.

Two nurses followed behind him, carrying a stretcher, and a young doctor carrying a first-aid kit.

"I work in the emergency department of the county hospital. My surname is Ma."

The middle-aged doctor glanced around the scene, his gaze lingering on Chen Ping for a moment. Seeing his hands covered in blood and his clothes rumpled, he frowned slightly. "Are you from Siping Township Health Center?"

"Yes," Chen Ping said, "I've already categorized the wounded..."

"etc."

Dr. Ma interrupted him, her tone not harsh, but with a hint of condescension, "You people from the health center, don't touch the seriously injured. Wait for our county hospital to handle it."

Chen Ping glanced at him: "I've already treated the wounded. I stopped the bleeding of the one with the ruptured spleen with acupuncture, and I performed chest decompression on the one with tension pneumothorax. Their conditions are stable now."

Dr. Ma's brows furrowed even deeper, and the corners of his mouth turned down—an expression Chen Ping was all too familiar with.

Doctors from large hospitals look at township health centers with suspicion and disdain.

"You used acupuncture to stop the bleeding from a ruptured spleen?"

Dr. Ma raised his voice, as if he'd heard a joke, "Comrade, do you even know what a ruptured spleen means? That's a surgical emergency; you need open surgery to stop the bleeding. A few needles and you think you can stop it? Aren't you kidding me?"

He walked forward as he spoke, then squatted down to examine the young woman.

Upon lifting his clothes and seeing the silver needles, his expression turned even more grim, and he reached out to pull them out.

"Don't pull it out!" Chen Ping's voice suddenly became stern. "If you pull out the needle, the blood will come out again."

Dr. Ma's hand stopped in mid-air. He turned around and glanced at Chen Ping, his eyes full of impatience: "You're a doctor in a township health center. Do you even know what you're doing?"

"A patient with a ruptured spleen is bleeding internally every minute. If you stick needles in here to buy time, who will be responsible if something goes wrong?"

"I'll take responsibility." Chen Ping's voice wasn't loud, but it was firm.

Dr. Ma was taken aback for a moment, then sneered: "You'll take responsibility? What will you use to take responsibility? Your clinic doesn't even have an operating table. Can you afford to take responsibility if something goes wrong?"

He ignored Chen Ping and reached out to pull out the needle.