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

"Dr. Chen, after lunch, could you ask Secretary Zhang when his wife can come back to work?"

Zhao Guosheng looked at Chen Ping and said.

"Okay, I'll call Secretary Zhang after dinner and ask him about it." Chen Ping nodded.

Seeing Chen Ping say this, Zhao Guosheng then looked at Li Fang, "Li Fang, you should file a lawsuit if you want to. Just let me know in advance if you need to take leave. The pharmacy has found another person, so you can mentor them."

"If you're still facing legal trouble and don't have enough money, just ask me for an advance. Don't be shy about asking."

"Although I'm usually frugal, we can't be without money for something like this."

Li Fang looked at Zhao Guosheng, her eyes slightly reddening. The way she looked at Zhao Guosheng was as if she had just met him.

"Thank you, Dean..." Li Fang nodded heavily.

"No need to thank me, we're all family. I see you all as my own children!"

After Zhao Guosheng finished speaking, he picked up his bowl and began to eat.

Seeing this, the others also stopped talking and ate in silence.

After breakfast, Chen Ping didn't rush back to the clinic. Standing in the courtyard, he took out his phone and dialed Zhang Jianmin's number. It rang twice before Zhang answered.

Zhang Jianmin's voice came through the phone, "Good morning, Dr. Chen."

Chen Ping didn't beat around the bush and asked directly, "Secretary Zhang, how is your wife doing? When can she come back to work? The pharmacy at the health center needs staff right now."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jianmin quickly replied, "She quit her job at the city pharmacy yesterday, and all the formalities are complete. She'll be in Siping Township this afternoon, and she can officially start work tomorrow."

"Okay, my sister-in-law is coming tomorrow, just have her look for me directly."

After finishing his sentence, Chen Ping hung up the phone and returned to his clinic.

Chen Ping had just sat down behind the consultation table and opened the medical record book, but before he could even look at it, the sound of a tractor churning came from outside the courtyard.

Upon hearing the sound of the tractor, Chen Ping's brows furrowed instantly, and his expression tensed up.

Having been at the Siping Township Health Center for some time now, Chen Ping has noticed a pattern.

The arrival of a tractor usually indicates that the patient is seriously ill.

Sure enough, anxious shouts rang out from the courtyard: "Doctor! Doctor, come out quickly! Something's happened!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Ping got up and walked outside, and Wang Tao quickly followed behind.

The tractor in the yard was still running, its exhaust pipe sputtering black smoke, and an old cotton quilt was laid out in the truck bed.

A man in his thirties lay on the quilt, his face as white as paper and his lips ashen.

One of the trouser legs was completely soaked in blood from the knee down. Dark red blood dripped down the edge of the truck bed, splashing onto the concrete ground drop by drop, creating tiny blood flowers.

An elderly man in his fifties jumped out of the driver's seat, his legs trembling, repeatedly muttering the same phrase: "Plow...the donkey got startled and jagged through my leg...it's all blood..."

Chen Ping took two steps to the side of the truck bed, bent down and first glanced at the injured man's face.

His pupils weren't dilated, but his gaze was starting to wander; the color of his lips was changing from grayish-white to bluish-purple; and his breathing was rapid and shallow.

He yanked back the blood-soaked quilt and saw the wound clearly.

The middle of his right calf was pierced by the sharp teeth of a plow, leaving an irregular tear that ran from the front to the back.

The muscles were rolled up, with white fascia mixed with dark red blood clots.

Deep red arterial blood was gushing out in bursts, each burst bringing with it a small stream of blood foam that splashed onto the edge of the truck bed.

"The artery has ruptured."

Chen Ping frowned, his expression extremely solemn.

He turned and yelled at Wang Tao, "Wang Tao! Bring the stretcher over here! Zhou Jie! Get the tourniquet and iodine! Quickly!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Tao hurriedly went to push the stretcher.

When the stretcher was pushed over, the wheels made a clattering sound on the concrete.

When Chen Ping and Wang Tao lifted the injured man from the truck bed onto a stretcher, his body was as limp as a bag of waterlogged sand, and he had no strength left to struggle.

Liu Mazi and Ma Zhihao also came over to help from the guardhouse.

Liu Wei and Wang Jianguo also ran out of their respective clinics.

Both men were stunned when they saw the wound on the injured man's leg.

They were all doctors with many years of experience and knew what such wounds meant.

The artery is damaged; that could be fatal.

The two people rushed forward to help, and several people worked together to lift the injured person onto the stretcher.

During the transport, the wound was aggravated, and a stream of dark red blood gushed out, dripping down the edge of the stretcher and spreading on the concrete floor.

Chen Ping didn't bother pushing the cart anymore. He placed one hand directly on the area above the wound at the groin, pressing down on the femoral artery with all his might. His thumb was stuck in the depression between the pubic tubercle and the anterior superior iliac spine.

He could feel the blood vessels throbbing under his skin with his fingers. After the blood flow was suppressed, the gushing from the wound slowed down significantly, changing from gushing out in bursts to slowly seeping out.

At this moment, Zhou Jie had already brought the tourniquet.

He looked up at Zhou Jie and said, "Tourette! On the groin!"

Zhou Jie ran over, clutching a wide tourniquet in her hand.

Chen Ping continued to press on the artery with one hand, while taking the tourniquet with the other and wrapping it around the injured person's groin. He tightened it forcefully, and the buckle made a crisp sound as it locked.

The bleeding at the wound finally stopped completely, with only some dark red venous blood still seeping from the surface of the wound.

The injured man's face turned even paler, his lips had turned completely grayish-purple, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his eyelids were half-open and half-closed.

Chen Ping told Wang Tao to push the stretcher directly into the treatment room, then jogged in after him, asking the old man as he ran, "What's his blood type?"

The old man stammered, "Type B, Type B, I knew that when I donated blood before..."

Chen Ping turned to Wang Tao and said, "Go ask everyone in the hospital who has type B blood, and those who can draw blood should come over immediately."

Then he looked at Zhou Jie and said, "Zhou Jie, prepare the blood collection bags and transfusion set, and hang up the saline solution to expand the volume first."

Wang Tao took off running, shouting loudly, "Who has type B blood?"

"I am, I am..."

Hearing Wang Tao's shouting, Liu Mazi rushed out of the guardhouse, raising his hand and shouting.

Seeing this, Wang Tao grabbed Liu Mazi and ran towards the treatment room.

In the treatment room, Chen Ping had already performed preliminary cleaning of the injured person's wounds.

After the rags and dirt around the wound were cleared away, the muscle and blood vessel remnants that had been torn apart by the plow were exposed underneath.

The peroneal artery was ruptured, and the gastrocnemius and soleus muscles of the calf were torn open with large gashes, the white fascia turned outwards, which looked shocking.

Chen Ping first clamped both ends of the severed artery with hemostatic forceps. His movements were quick and precise, but the injured person's blood pressure was already dropping.

His face was so pale he didn't look alive. The numbers on the monitor dropped from over 90 to over 70, and his heart rate was soaring.

Liu Mazi was still panting heavily when Wang Tao dragged him into the treatment room.