Open a Clinic to Cultivate Myself

Chapter 147: Even though mosquitoes are small, they are still meat

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There was a small wheeled bed in the infirmary for physical examination. Ning Tao asked Jiang Hao to lie on the bed. Jiang Hao could only lie down, because her butt was hit by the shrapnel of the grenade. The blood wet her pants, and the original camouflage color was also rendered into dark red.

Ning Tao used scissors to carefully cut open her pants, from bottom to top, all the way to her waistband. The long white legs were exposed to the air, dripping with blood. They were white and delicate, scratched by blows, and bright red, which was shocking.

Ning Tao first injected some special spiritual power into Jiang Hao to adjust her body to a good state.

Jiang Hao couldn't feel the pain, and her tired spirit became more active. She looked back at Ning Tao and said curiously: "It's strange, why can't I feel the pain?"

Ning Tao had an idea, grabbed her calf and rubbed it gently, while saying: "Of course, I am using my inner strength to help you heal. Have you ever seen martial arts movies? The heroes in them all use their inner strength to heal you." The wounded heal.”

The corners of Jiang Hao's mouth raised slightly, "Is it like Yang Guo and Xiao Longnu?"

Ning Tao was stunned for a moment and did not answer. He used tweezers to pick up a piece of shrapnel, then carefully pulled it out of the wound and threw it into a plate.

"Well!" Jiang Hao felt pain now, and a vague moan came out of his mouth.

Ning Tao pulled out all the way, and each time she pulled out a piece of shrapnel, she would use special spiritual power to quickly help her wounds stop bleeding and heal. Such an operation is trivial for him, a cultivation doctor, and has no difficulty at all. But the problem eventually arose, and he quickly dealt with her last wound. It was on her buttocks, diagonally piercing into her flesh and blood. It was very large and had barbs, so it couldn't be removed with tweezers. He tried to pull it out twice without success, but it hurt so much that she screamed in pain.

The only way is to cut the fabric there, cut some of the wound, and then pull it out. But if that's the case, wouldn't it be...

Ning Tao hesitated for a moment and said with some embarrassment: "How about I stop your bleeding first and then go to the hospital for treatment?"

Jiang Hao looked back at Ning Tao with a strange expression on his face, "You are the doctor, why should I go to the hospital to deal with it? Didn't you handle it well just now?"

Ning Tao pointed at her butt and said a little embarrassedly: "If I handle it, I will have to cut off your pants. In that case..."

Jiang Hao interrupted Ning Tao, "If I go to the hospital, what will the doctor do?"

Ning Tao said: "The doctor will cut your pants, disinfect you, cut your wound, and remove the shrapnel."

Jiang Hao glared at Ning Tao, "Would you rather another doctor cut my pants and see my butt than cut my pants yourself? If you look at my butt, will you get needle holes or myopia?" "

This is Jiang Hao, she has a tough side that other women don't have.

Ning Tao smiled bitterly. Everyone had said this, so what else could he say? He picked up the scissors and carefully cut open her pants.

The moment the fabric was cut, the tough Jiang Hao was no longer tough at all. She bit her thin lips, with a shy blush on her cheeks. Ning Tao didn't look at her face, but she didn't dare to look at him. She turned her head away, imagining that nothing happened.

Ning Tao also felt very uncomfortable. Although he was treating Jiang Hao's wounds from a doctor's perspective, and he had absolutely legal and legitimate reasons, after all, he was a senior-level man who had never touched a woman. His vision is easily disturbed, goes where it shouldn't go, and becomes irritated. The stimulation is not measured in pounds or two, but measured in tonnage, which is dozens of tons.

Jiang Hao waited for a while but saw no movement, then looked back at Ning Tao, "Have you seen enough? Move." Only then did Ning Tao come back to his senses. He hurriedly said: "I didn't see it. Consider how to cut the wound."

"Didn't you see? Then how can you perform an operation on me with your eyes closed?" Jiang Hao asked. She seemed to have grabbed his pigtail and wouldn't let go.

Ning Tao smiled bitterly and stopped arguing with her. He picked up the scalpel, pressed a place next to her wound with one hand, and held the scalpel in the other hand to prepare for the operation. If a man was lying on this small hospital bed, he wouldn't hesitate at all to perform the operation, but now his hands were shaking.

The scalpel finally cut through.

"Well..." A vague and painful sound came from Jiang Hao's mouth, and her brows wrinkled.

Ning Tao took a deep breath, put down the scalpel, then clamped the piece of shrapnel with tweezers, and carefully pulled it out of her wound.

One of Jiang Hao's hands suddenly reached over and grabbed Ning Tao's thigh, holding it so hard that his nails almost dug into his flesh.

Ning Tao grinned slightly and said nervously: "W-what are you doing?"

Jiang Hao's voice was trembling, "Hurry up, it hurts."

Ning Tao was nervous for a moment, raised his hand with the tweezers, and immediately pulled out the piece of shrapnel.

"Yeah!" Jiang Hao cried out in pain, her nails really dug into Ning Tao's flesh.

Blood gushed out from the wounds on Fenglong, instantly dyeing the snowy skin red. The scene was like an oval snow hill in the sunset, instantly rendered red, extremely magnificent.

Ning Tao didn't care about Jiang Hao's pinching hand. He pressed her wound cleanly and injected special spiritual power into her wound to stop her bleeding and relieve her pain.

Jiang Hao quickly calmed down and retracted his hand.

Ning Tao used a cotton ball dipped in iodophor to clean her, and then taped the wound with gauze and tape.

"Will there be scars?" Jiang Hao asked, his face red.

Ning Tao said: "There should be scars."

"Ah? What should we do?" Jiang Hao suddenly became nervous.

Ning Tao took out a white coat worn by medical staff, handed it to Jiang Hao, and then said with a smile: "The scar in that place is not important, and no one can see it."

Jiang Hao stared at Ning Tao, "Didn't you just see it?"

Ning Tao, "..."

"By the way, can your beauty cream remove scars?"

Ning Tao said: "Yes, I would have forgotten if you didn't tell me. Once the scars form, you can apply it once a day. I believe the scars can be eliminated after a few times."

Jiang Hao got off the small hospital bed and put on a white coat, "I'm going to ask others to come in, and I have to work hard to treat the soldiers." She walked lamely for two steps, then turned back and added, "You have to Responsible."

Ning Tao was stunned on the spot, "Huh?"

Jiang Hao burst out laughing, "I'm talking about the wound. If I can't handle it well, you have to help me handle it."

She left these words and left.

Ning Tao, who was teased, was still there, motionless.

Jiang Hao went out for treatment, and two special forces guards carried a wounded man into the medical room. He was shot in the abdomen and was bleeding.

In fact, Ning Tao should be the first to treat the wounded who was shot, but he was biased.

The shot special forces guard was lying on a small hospital bed, moaning in pain constantly coming from his mouth. The situation was very bad, "Doctor, is this... okay?"

His life was threatened, but he was lying on such a hospital bed and receiving treatment in this simple infirmary. He would inevitably have doubts and worries.

Ning Tao put his hand on his wound, injecting special spiritual power into him while comforting him, "Don't worry, I have treated more serious patients than you in this infirmary, you will be fine. "

His special spiritual power not only eased the pain of the special forces guard, but also relaxed the tight nerves of the special forces guard. The special forces guard quickly calmed down, and the effect was almost the same as being injected with a sedative.

Ning Tao took out the bamboo slips of the account book from the small medicine box, placed it on the lap of the special forces guard, and took it off after a few seconds and opened it.

The diagnosis content appeared on the bamboo slips of the account book: Zhang Chao was born on the eighth day of the third month of the year Bingzi. He was a loyal and filial person. He was first good at honoring his parents and counted ten points of good thoughts and merits. Secondly, he was good at protecting the family and the country, counting four points of good thoughts and merits. A total of fourteen points of good thoughts and merits can be used to prescribe a contract of good thoughts and eliminate the merits to cure the disease.

"Doctor, what are you looking at?" the soldier Zhang Chao asked curiously, feeling much better.

Ning Tao said: "This place is very remote. It will take at least more than an hour for the hospital's ambulance to arrive, and your condition cannot survive that time. I can treat you, but I have my own rules for treating diseases."

"What rules?" Zhang Chao asked.

Ning Tao said: "I will write you a prescription contract and you need to sign it. However, after you sign, your merits will disappear. If you agree, I will write you a prescription contract and you sign. If If you don't agree, I will help you hold on until the ambulance comes."

If the bullet pierces the intestines, it is not as simple as removing the shrapnel from the leg. The medical conditions here simply cannot allow such an operation. If he wanted to treat this warrior, he could only go to Tianwai Clinic.

Zhang Chao said: "What kind of merit? I don't believe in these. Doctor, you prescribe it. I'll sign the contract for whatever prescription you prescribe. It takes more than an hour for the ambulance to get here and more than an hour to get back. I don't want to die while going to the hospital." on the way.”

Ning Tao took out the prescription, wrote out a prescription contract for kindness and merit, and then handed it and a pen to Zhang Chao.

Zhang Chao glanced at it briefly and signed the contract for the prescription of kindness. He handed the signed contract for the prescription of kindness to Ning Tao's hand and said: "I signed it, please give me treatment quickly. "

"No rush." Ning Tao dipped a little blood on the leg of his calf, then raised his hand to draw a pattern of a blood lock on the wall behind the small hospital bed.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Chao asked in surprise.

Ning Tao did not explain, he used the clinic key to open the door of convenience.

A dark hole appeared in the wall, which looked like it was burned out by fire.

Zhang Chao's mouth suddenly opened wide and could not be closed.

Ning Tao pushed the small hospital bed into the convenience door.

A few minutes later, Ning Tao pushed the small hospital bed back to the medical room. Zhang Chao was lying on the bed unconscious, with not even a single bullet mark on his lower abdomen.

Ning Tao also put a piece of gauze on Zhang Chao's lower abdomen, and then took Zhang Chao out.

A group of special forces guards looked at Ning Tao walking out of the infirmary in surprise, as well as his comrade Zhang Chao in his hands.

Ning Tao said: "He's fine, next one."

This is the reward of a hard battle. These injured soldiers have at least four points of kindness and merit in protecting their home and country. Even though mosquitoes are small, they are still flesh.

In fact, for these warriors, losing a few good thoughts and merits and entering Tianwai Clinic for treatment is definitely not a loss, but a gain. If nothing else, just the high-quality primary prescription pill that Ning Tao gives them will bring them huge benefits. Their bodies will be healthier, their immunity will be enhanced, they will be free from diseases, and they will even live longer!