Siheyuan: No One Can Be Left Behind

I happily drank the last sip of coffee and lay down on the bed, but I couldn't fall asleep. I tossed and turned and suddenly remembered that I still had an opportunity that I hadn't used. I didn't know what it was, so I silently said in my heart:

"System, use chance."

[Ding, the opportunity has been used. 】

Li Dongfang blinked his eyes but felt nothing, and nothing happened. Everything was the same as usual. Could it be that this opportunity needed to be brewed, like foreplay? Or did the opportunity have to be triggered by itself?

Thinking of this, Li Dongfang jumped up, put on his cotton jacket and prepared to go out for a walk.

As soon as he opened the door, the cold winter night made Li Dongfang hesitate again. The temperature was at least minus ten degrees Celsius, and the wind was still strong today, blowing on his face like a knife. For the sake of his own opportunity, Li Dongfang decided to fight for it. He went back to the house, got a mask and put it on, and went out again. This time he felt much better.

I hadn't taken a few steps with my hands in my sleeves when I heard someone shouting, "Doctor Li, Doctor Li, something's wrong, follow me quickly."

Looking up, he saw a flashlight waving up and down in the distance running towards him. He took a few steps to meet him and found that it was a worker with a greasy face. He hurriedly said:

"Master, what's wrong? What happened? Is anyone injured?"

In the steel mill, those who are in a hurry to see a doctor are mostly injured. For other chronic diseases, there is basically no such rush. The visitor gasped violently with white mist coming out of his mouth:

"In one workshop...in one workshop, someone's hand...had been cut off."

When Li Dongfang heard this, his hands and feet suddenly went numb. This matter was not a small one. If not handled properly, it might even cost lives. Without bothering to learn more, Li Dongfang turned around and rushed into the infirmary, picked up the medicine box, and took out the acupuncture kit of poor quality that he had bought today from the drawer. He didn't care about the worker who came to deliver the message, and ran to a workshop in the dark.

Fortunately, there was a small, not very bright street lamp some distance away from the factory, so Li Dongfang did not get lost.

Rushing into a workshop, he saw a few workers gathered together. Pushing through the crowd, he saw a pale-faced man in his thirties or forties lying on the table. His hand was broken at the wrist and blood was all over the table and the floor. Fortunately, someone had tied his elbow with a rope, otherwise, with that amount of bleeding, he would have died before he could even wait for Li Dongfang, let alone get to the hospital.

Bian Que took a look at the patient's face and reached out to grab the intact wrist. Fortunately, apart from excessive blood loss, pain and coma, there was no major problem. He asked the crowd to disperse and ordered someone to go to the convoy to see if there were any cars and call one over. The patient had to be sent to the hospital. The infirmary had poor equipment and there was no way to provide follow-up treatment.

Having two workers use flashlights to help, Li Dongfang took out a pair of scissors from the medical box, and quickly cut open the arm from the cuff to the elbow. He wiped the blood off the forearm with gauze, and then raised his hand to insert six silver needles into the forearm. He then untied the rope tied around the elbow, and when he saw that there was almost no bleeding at the cut, he gave the command:

"Take this board and lift him up. Let's go to the convoy and have someone hold his hand. Be sure not to touch the silver needle, or he might die."

By the time everyone found a door panel that they didn't know where, Li Dongfang had already done preliminary disinfection on the broken arm by pouring alcohol directly on it, flushing away the large area of ​​contaminants and wrapping it with gauze. Conditions were limited now and they could only do this temporarily. Everyone hurriedly put the injured person on the door panel and ran out anxiously carrying him.

Li Dongfang stopped a man and asked, "Where's the severed hand?"

The person being held back was startled, then he shouted, "Broken hand, who saw the broken hand?"

At this time, someone answered: "Here, here."

Seeing the man take out an oil-paper bag from his pocket, and then he opened it to see the severed hand, Li Dongfang felt like he had bought a braised pig's trotter. He suddenly felt nauseous and looked at him in confusion. The man quickly explained:

"I was afraid that he would be stepped on by the crowd, so I just picked him up."

Li Dongfang did not have time to think about it. He grabbed the severed hand, cleaned the cut end with alcohol, and ran out with the people carrying the door panel.

When they arrived at the convoy, the workers who were looking for a car were following a truck with a tarpaulin and carrying the injured onto the truck. The driver asked Li Dongfang to sit in the driver's seat. Li Dongfang shook his head and told him to drive faster, then climbed into the back of the truck. Seeing that his severed hand had frozen stiff, Li Dongfang gritted his teeth, wrapped it with gauze and put it in his arms, and said to the workers who were accompanying him:

"Take turns to cover the cut end. Make sure it doesn't freeze, otherwise there will be big trouble later."