Mr. Xu Shenzi spent the past two days very pleasantly, because the old prophet was under the influence of several powerful antibiotics. wWW!QUAbEn-XIAoShUo!CoM has successfully brought the serious infection under complete control.
Moreover, Xu Ze used extremely extravagant daily infusions of expensive nutritional medicines such as high-energy steroids and antibiotics to the old prophet. The old prophet's body also recovered very quickly, and he was no longer as weak as he was at first.
Even through routine blood tests. It can be found that the abnormally high number of white blood cells in the old prophet's body has dropped to the normal range.
When Xu Ze saw this blood routine report, he couldn't help but be stunned. He was amazed at the speed of recovery of the old prophet; he also had to marvel at people like the old prophet who had never used antibiotics. So sensitive to antibiotics.
If this were to happen to modern city residents. One such serious infection. Even under the influence of these powerful antibiotics. It will take at least twice as long to control it to this extent.
But no matter what, the old prophet can return to this situation within two days. Xu Ze was naturally happy.
because. This visiting delegation from China has achieved great results, and everyone is scheduled to return to China on the second day.
And this prophetic old man was able to recover to this extent within two days. It's really best, otherwise he wouldn't be in Lima. It was really uneasy to leave the old prophet to the doctor in Lima like this.
The name of the old prophet is very interesting. His name is Fake, so classmate Xu Shenzi affectionately calls him Prophet Fake.
"Prophet Fake, how are you feeling?" Xu Ze looked at the prophet with a smile, whose spirit had improved significantly compared with the previous two days, and asked with genuine concern.
"Haha. Thank you, Lord Son of God, for your concern. I feel much better today. The sore will heal in two days at most!" Prophet Fake's spirit improved greatly. He felt much more energetic when he spoke, and said with a smile.
"Oh. That's very good. I will return to China tomorrow. I know the situation will get better. I will feel relieved..." Xu Ze nodded and smiled.
"The Son of God is leaving tomorrow?" Upon hearing Xu Ze's words, Prophet Fake couldn't help but be startled. He said in astonishment.
"Yes. I led a delegation to come to Lima and did some small things for the diplomatic relations between the two countries and the people of Lima. The deadline has come tomorrow, so I have to return home. Xu Ze also had a face full of reluctance at this time. To be honest, he was I really want to go to the temple again, but it seems I can only come here next time.
It's just that we must have a good relationship with Fake and the Mokli tribe before leaving, so that things can get better in the future.
"Master Bangzi, why don't you go and pay homage to the temple before leaving?" Prophet Fake also had a look on his face full of reluctance.
Xu Ze chuckled and shook his head: "This time the time is limited, let's go next time."
Say it. But he smiled and said: "Come here, I will take a look at the wound with the prophet, and try to let it recover before tomorrow. Then I can leave with peace of mind."
Immediately, he carefully opened the prophet's clothes. After gently removing the large piece of gauze, he carefully observed the wound. Make sure there is no obvious redness, swelling or inflammation in the wound. Only then did I feel relieved.
As long as the wound is not infected. Then you only need to use some means. Then you can guarantee that after you return home. Nothing can go wrong with Prophet Farke.
Xu Ze didn't hesitate at that moment. The medical team would be leaving early tomorrow morning. He had to ensure that the stitches on Prophet Fake's stomach could be removed. Otherwise, if he left, he would leave Fake and these people behind. The natives are here. We still have to arrange for someone to remove his stitches or something, but we're just worried about what might happen to him.
Xu Ze gently stretched out his right hand and pressed it weakly on Fake's wound. A needle as thin as a hair on the ring popped out instantly. Then without Prophet Fake being aware of it, he quickly penetrated the wound. Waves of powerful bioelectric energy rushed towards the wound.
I felt the faint warmth and numbness coming from the wound. Prophet Fake raised his eyebrows sharply, looking at Xu Ze with gratitude in his eyes.
He could naturally feel what it was, during the first few days of surgery. He is in a coma. I have already felt this power. It's just clearer now.
He could even feel it. With the action of this magical power, his own wounds began to hurt. It seems to be healing at an extremely slow rate.
After Xu Ze gently input a burst of biological energy. Then he slowly took his hand back. Looking at Prophet Fake, he smiled slowly and said: "Okay, I will remove the stitches for you before I leave tomorrow morning. Don't move when you go back, take some medicine, and you will be cured after two days of rest!"
Hearing Xu Ze's words, Prophet Fake's dim eyes showed a trace of deep gratitude: "Sir, the Son of God, does not hesitate to consume his own divine power. To treat me, Fake is really grateful. I hope that the Son of God will Your Excellency will definitely come to the Holy Mountain as a guest in the future and pay homage to the temple!"
"That's natural. As long as I have the chance, I will definitely return to Lima. I came to the sacred mountain to pay homage to Guangxu Ze and solemnly promised.
The next day, the medical team finally left the town. After returning to Cuda, the capital of Lima, local residents came to help the medical team dismantle and move the camp.
And there are more than a hundred natives. It also became the main force in dismantling large surgical tents one after another. Then put it on the truck.
Other doctors are also working with local medical institutions on patients who have not yet fully healed, leaving medical orders and medical records to help local medical institutions provide final recovery treatment for these patients.
At this time, Xu Ze was in Prophet Fake's tent, removing stitches for Fake. Doctor Wang stood watching carefully with a face full of surprise and worry.
Doctor Wang couldn't help but worry about this. After all, the old native man in front of him had not completed the operation for three days, so it was really risky to remove the sutures. If Xu Ze hadn't insisted. And make sure it's okay. He must firmly oppose it.
Because this is usually an open surgery. It will take at least a week to ensure optimal healing of the wound. And especially such an old person. The healing time will be even longer.
But now, in less than three days, General Xu is about to remove the old man's stitches. Doctor Wang really couldn't figure it out, but Xu Ze persisted. He could only look helplessly but made up his mind to wait for General Xu to open it later. If something is wrong. That is to firmly prevent the other party from continuing.
In contrast to Doctor Wang's nervousness, Chief Cook on the side and Prophet Fake on the other side. However, the two of them showed no signs of nervousness at all, and some were just happy and expecting.
These two people were very convinced of Xu Ze. Since the Chosen Son of God said that the stitches can be removed, it will be fine in two days. Then it is natural to break the ground; and the two of them except Xu Ze. They don't trust other doctors very much. Now that the Chosen Son of God is leaving, they don't want to stay outside the mountain anymore.
Doctor Wang watched Xu Ze gently clamp the tail of a thread with a collar, then gently cut off a thread with scissors, and quickly pulled it out. Then he cut the second strip.
After watching those sutures being cut. There seemed to be nothing abnormal about the wound, but Doctor Wang was shocked and thought to himself: "Has the wound really healed? Isn't it possible? So fast?"
As Xu Ze continued to cut one by one, those lines were drawn out one by one. However, the wounds were still tightly glued together, with no signs of splitting, and there seemed to be no other abnormalities. Doctor Wang was shocked, but he also breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking at Xu Ze with a matter-of-fact expression. He was really surprised. He really didn't understand what method General Xu used to make this old black man's wound heal in just three days. Healed so well.
Xu Ze neatly cut and pulled out all the sutures, and then disinfected them with complex iodine. He re-bandaged it with gauze dressing, then took out a few boxes of powerful antibiotics that had been prepared and handed them to Chief Cook standing aside, telling him to take them on time and in the right amount every day.
He also told the prophet not to move around for two days and to continue resting on the boat for two days. You can basically return to normal.
After all this was done, the surgical tents and various equipment outside had been successfully loaded on the truck; the Chinese doctors and nurses had already boarded the truck. Waiting for the convoy to set off back to Cuda, the capital of Lima, and after meeting other personnel, return to China.
Several natives were also at Xu Ze's command. He carefully carried the prophet onto the small sedan chair, and then followed Xu Ze out of the tent.
More than a hundred natives reluctantly waved goodbye to Xu Ze. Chief Cook hugged Xu Ze fiercely and told Xu Ze that he would definitely go to the sacred mountain to pay homage. Then he turned around and left with his team;
Xu Ze also took a look at the towering sacred mountain a hundred miles away, sighed softly, and boarded the bus. The two teams left in two different directions.
A few hours later. The convoy arrived in Cuda, the capital of Lima, and met with other members of the delegation at the Cuda Military Airport.
Xu's father and Xu's mother also played against Sun Lingfei and others, and all of them came back with a full load. With a large number of gifts given by Zuma and his wife. Already waiting on the plane.
Zuma and his wife were also waiting at the airport to send Xu Ze to the plane; several small cages containing the poisons had already been put on the plane.
"Good brother. You must come here more often in the future." Zuma reluctantly let go of Xu Ze. Looking at Xu Ze, he explained in a deep voice.
"Definitely." Xu Ze nodded vigorously. Then the last one got on the plane.
As the plane slowly slid on the ground, it quickly plunged into the sky and headed towards China.
Xu Ze had just reunited with his parents and was still watching Sun Lingfei happily take out the gifts given by Zuma. At this time, a staff member came over with a serious face, handed over a phone call with both hands and said: "General , Domestic emergency calls..."