Hu Feng put down the bowl after eating, and left without a word.
Bai Zhi looked at Hu Feng's back strangely, and asked in a low voice, "Bo Hu, why doesn't Hu Feng love to talk?"
Huber sighed, "Speaking of which, Hu Feng is also a poor man. Three years ago, I went up the mountain to chop wood. When I came back, I found him in a dark ditch at the foot of the mountain. He was seriously injured, especially the head injury. After a lot of blood, I saw that he was still alive, so I took him back home and asked him for a doctor to treat him. Who knew that after he woke up, he couldn't remember anything, even his name was forgotten. He followed me for three years in a daze."
"In fact, look at him, he doesn't look like a person in a poor valley like us. He loves to be clean, literate, and capable of kung fu. He must not be an ordinary person, but he has forgotten who he is for a while, and I don't know when he can remember. "
Bai Zhi is a doctor, a top doctor in the 23rd Century Star Hospital. He studied traditional Chinese medicine before the age of 18, and Western medicine after the age of 18.
After listening to Huber, her first reaction was that after Hu Feng’s brain was seriously injured, there was a large amount of congestion in the brain, which caused blood clots to oppress the nerves in the brain. Amnesia.
This kind of disease was not uncommon in the 23rd century, and it was simple to treat. It only needed to cut the skull to remove the congestion in the brain. It is not a major operation. Statistically, the success rate of this operation is 90%.
Bai Zhi has done more than 100 such operations, and the success rate is 100%.
It's a pity that she is in a different world now, there is nothing here, and the operation is naturally impossible.
At this time, the rain outside has stopped, and the sky is still bright. Summer days are long. Counting the hours, it is about six o'clock, and there is at least more than an hour before dark.
Zhao Lan asked Bai Zhi to leave Uncle Hu's house with the quilt and went to the small wooden house behind the yard. Although the room was small, it was big enough for two people. There was no bed inside and piles of debris. Bai Zhi simply used the old things and put the wooden boards together. , And then spread some hay, even if it is a temporary bed.
She glanced at Zhao Lan's clothes that were stained with blood and mud, and hurriedly got up and closed the door of the wooden house, "Mother, you can change into clean clothes. While it is still early, I will wash you. "
Zhao Lan hesitated: "I'm afraid I can't move this hand, how can I change it?"
How can this kind of work be rare to live with Bai Zhi, she volunteered: "I'll help you, and promise not to get hurt."
She is a doctor and naturally knows what to do. She helped Zhao Lan to change the dirty clothes on her body. The blood stains on the clothes should be cleaned as soon as possible. The longer the time, the more difficult it will be to clean the stains. , Not to mention, this is an era without strong detergents.
She also changed into clean clothes herself, stuffed the changed dirty clothes into the wooden basin, and went to the riverside to wash clothes based on the memory of the former master in her mind.
When I came to the river at the entrance of the village, many people gathered by the river.
Suddenly, a voice that almost cut through the sky sounded: "Found, found, supported, Yingzi was supported."
She squeezed into the crowd and saw Hu Feng coming ashore holding a girl about her age. The two of them were soaked. The girl's arms were soft and pale, and she seemed to have lost consciousness.