Republic of China: Guandong Ginseng King

Chapter 24: Destruction and Death
"Er Zhao, Da Kui, Old Uncle Song..."

"Wang Changliang, Song Laojiu..."

"Zhao Dagui, where are you?"

Qu Shaoyang led a few lightly injured platoon members and searched along the rocks along the river, shouting as they searched.

But no one responded to them, only the roar of the river hitting the cliffs.

In early June, the breeze from the river cools people to the core.

There was some kind of bird in the sky, chirping loudly and circling over the empty river surface, but the river was still flowing rapidly.

"Er Zhao, Da Kui, Old Uncle Song, where are you? Oh my God, how could such a living person disappear in the blink of an eye?"

Several young guys in the platoon were crying and shouting as they searched.

Finally, everyone found the bodies of Zhao Da Kui and Song Lao Jiu in a stable water area more than two miles downstream from the sentry post.

And Wang Changliang, who was seriously injured and unconscious, but still had a breath left.

"Da Kui, why is our brotherly bond so shallow?" Qu Shaoyang hugged Zhao Da Kui's body and couldn't help crying.

"Bian Zhao, what should we do now?" The first rower was not around, the second rower was unconscious, and Qu Shaoyang was the Bian Zhao, and all the men in the platoon had to listen to him.

"Er Zhao can't move like this. Da Kui and Old Uncle Song have already left, so don't disturb them.

How about this, whoever of you is quickest, go back and tell the foreman.

Leaving two people to watch them, I went to ask around to see where I could find a doctor.

If Erzhao had a good doctor, he might be saved."

Saving lives is the most important thing right now, and there is no time to think about anything else. Qu Shaoyang analyzed the situation and made arrangements immediately.

So, Dazhuzi ran back quickly to report the news, leaving Dalin and Cui Fugui to guard Erzhao and the others.

Qu Shaoyang went to the nearby villages to inquire where he could find a doctor.

This is the lower reaches of the Yalu River, where the population is much denser and there are many villages along the river bank.

Qu Shaoyang randomly found an older person to ask and learned that there was a place called Daqinggou about seven or eight miles ahead.

There lived a doctor named Chen there. His medical skills were quite good and people from all over the place went to him for treatment.

Saving lives is like putting out a fire, there is no time to waste. Qu Shaoyang thanked the man and ran in the direction he pointed.

After all, he was young and had good physical strength, so he ran seven or eight miles in one breath.

When we arrived at the east end of the village, we saw a neat courtyard with two houses facing the street. The doors were open and we could faintly smell the fragrance of herbs.

Qu Shaoyang adjusted his breathing and stepped into the house.

The furnishings in the room are quite simple. There is a row of medicine cabinets against the east wall, with the names of Chinese medicines written on them.

In front of the medicine cabinet are two wooden cabinets, on which are placed scales, mortars and other items.

At the other end was a row of shelves with jars and cans on them, which must have been various kinds of ready-made medicines.

There was an octagonal table and several stools in the middle of the room. A man in his forties was sitting at the table, flipping through a medical book in his hand.

"Excuse me, is this Doctor Chen? Someone is seriously injured and needs urgent medical treatment." Qu Shaoyang walked forward and asked the man with a bow.

The other party put down the book, turned his head and looked at Qu Shaoyang for a few times, "Young man, are you the wooden handle?
Is it because the King of Hell has a nosebleed? How is he now? Is he awake or unconscious?

The other party recognized Qu Shaoyang's identity after just one glance.

Qu Shaoyang was not surprised by this.

This place is not far from the King of Hell's nose, and accidents often happen on rafts. I'm afraid we're used to it.

"Doctor Chen guessed correctly. At noon today, the old platoon entered the Yanwang Nose whistle gate and could not be controlled. Eight out of the ten platoons were destroyed, two people died, and several were seriously injured.

Erzao from the Pai Gang was seriously injured and is now unconscious. Doctor Chen, please move over and take a look to see if he can be saved." "Alas, this is the King of Hell's nose. Something bad happens every year, and people die every time.

Come on, I'll go with you to take a look. As long as he's still breathing, I'll definitely do my best to treat him." Doctor Chen sighed and stood up.

"Xiuyun, Xiuyun?" Doctor Chen carried the medicine box on his back and shouted twice towards the backyard.

"Hey, Dad, are you calling me for something?"

A woman's voice was heard from the yard. The voice was sweet and crisp, and one could tell that the other person was not very old.

As soon as the voice fell, a girl in pink clothes ran in from the back door.

The girl looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a rosy oval face, a pair of big watery eyes, a small and delicate nose, and slightly upturned lips. She looked playful and lively.

Her jet-black hair was tied into two pigtails with red hairbands at the ends. As the girl ran, the ends of her hair flew up and down, and her whole body exuded the breath of youth.

"There's another pile of wounds on the King of Hell's nose, and this guy asked me to go over and look after the wound.

You stay here to look after the house and close the door. If neighbors come to look for you, tell them that I'm out seeing a patient and will be back soon.

Remember to help me look after the herbs in the yard and turn them over frequently."

Doctor Chen was packing things into the medicine box while giving instructions to his daughter.

"Oh, I get it, Dad." The girl responded happily.

"Oh, you have a wound on your head. It's bleeding. Do you want to bandage it?"

While talking to her father, the girl secretly looked at Qu Shaoyang. Seeing bright red blood on Qu Shaoyang's head, she couldn't help but asked.

Qu Shaoyang was stunned when he heard this, and raised his hand to touch his head, only to find that he had a wound on his head and was bleeding.

"No, no, they are just minor injuries and will heal in a few days. Saving lives is the most important thing. Doctor Chen, please come with me as soon as possible."

This little injury is nothing. There are people waiting for help over there. Qu Shaoyang doesn't have the time to bandage the wound.

Just at this time, Doctor Chen had packed up his medicine box, and he carried it on his back and went out with Qu Shaoyang.

The two of them hurried all the way, and it didn't take long before they reached the downstream of where the river raft accident happened.

The leading oar, Old Crow, with a group of men, was digging a hole on the river bank with their tools.

Zhao Da Kui and Song Laojiu are no longer with us. They can’t just be left lying around in the wilderness, right?

The raftsmen were buried wherever they died. There was no conditions for a grand ceremony, so they were just buried in a hole dug on the river bank and a tombstone erected with a piece of wood.

"First Zhao, how is Second Zhao? I've asked the doctor to take a look at Second Zhao." Qu Shaoyang walked closer and asked Shui Laowu in a low voice.

"Er Zhao is over there, he must have suffered internal injuries, he's groaning in pain.

I fed him some tobacco paste, but I don’t know if he can make it.” Shui Laowu sighed.

Doctor Chen, who was standing next to him, rolled his eyes when he heard that he had been fed tobacco paste.

These idiots don't care what the problem is, they just feed them with tobacco paste whenever they are caught.

Is that a good thing? If you mess it up, someone could die.

But Chen Lang thought so in his heart, but didn't say anything.

Muba has his own difficulties, and they don't know how to cure diseases and save lives, so there is really no other way.

The second oarsman, Wang Changliang, was carried to a shady place.

Qu Shaoyang and Doctor Chen walked over and began to check Wang Changliang's injuries.

"Yes, your leader is right. This man's internal organs must have been damaged. I'll do my best. Whether he can survive depends on his luck."

(End of this chapter)