The vicious female supporting role is ruthless and arrogant

Dean Wu complained to Teacher Liu with a miserable look on his face.

He has applied to his superiors several times, but the general hospital just refuses to send anyone down. What can he do?

Besides, who knew that a fight would really break out?

Commander Liu: ...

Because their Guangze Island is so close to the Zedu General Military Region, if anyone gets any serious illness, they can be sent to the General Military Region Hospital within half an hour.

Therefore, the medical facilities are inferior to those of other military regions.

“But Commander Liu, you should have some great surgeons helping to treat the wounded, right?

The injured person who was sent back not only had medical records and prescriptions attached, but I also saw that the wound was treated very beautifully.

Without more than ten years of experience, it would be impossible to perform such a beautiful operation."

Commander Liu glanced at He's father, and He's father shook his head.

"There are surgeons from the Zedu Military Command here to help. Please send me two more reliable military doctors."

Snapped……

Commander Liu hung up the phone without waiting for Dean Zhou to speak.

"Old He, don't you want Xuanxuan to work in the hospital?"

Father He shook his head, "It's not about whether I want to or not, but whether she wants to or not.

I can't make the decision for that girl, it all depends on her own opinion."

Teacher Liu laughed and said, "It seems that Xuanxuan has a very high status in your family."

"Isn't that right? The old man has to give in to her, otherwise there will be nothing good to eat. Do you think her status is high?"

Forty minutes later, several fifty-year-old guys in the headquarters tent looked at each other.

"No, I asked you to arrange two reliable people to come here, why did you come here by yourself, and bring Elder Yang with you?"

Dean Zhou held the medical box, scratched the back of his head, and whispered:

“On this entire island, I’m the only reliable person.

It just so happened that Mr. Yang came to visit his relatives, so I brought him along.

Aren’t I afraid that you will report me?”

"You old boy, Mr. Yang is so old, you are not..."

"Commander, Commander, it's bad, Commander Ye was shot in the heart.

Sister-in-law, sister-in-law..."

"What happened to Xuanxuan?"

"My sister-in-law and Doctor Ning gave Captain Ye anesthesia directly and prepared for the operation." The young soldier reported the situation incoherently.

"Xuanxuan..." Father He was so scared that he ran to the medical tent.

This Ye Shiquan is no ordinary person. He is the only grandson of Marshal Ye of the Kyoto General Military Region. If anything bad happens to him, the entire He family will not be able to protect her.

By the time He's father rushed into the medical tent, Zuo Zixuan's knife had already fallen.

Mr. He's legs are weak, and Ning Rong, his assistant, is also weak.

Even in their General Military Region Hospital, the best surgeons might not dare to perform such a major operation.

Zuo Zixuan lifted the man onto the bed, put on the oxygen mask, examined him for ten minutes, and then gave him anesthesia right away.

Before she could react, Zuo Zixuan's knife went down.

"Hemostatic forceps..."

Zuo Zixuan stretched out her hand for a long time and was about to raise her head when a hemostat was placed in her hand. She didn't care and continued to perform the operation with her head down.

"Master..., you...how did you get here?" Ning Rong looked at Master Yang who was handing over the tools in shock.

"Looking at your little achievements, are you scared by this?

Get out of the way, I'll do it...

What a shame, I will settle the score with you later..."

Zuo Zixuan heard the conversation between Ning Rong and Old Yang and looked up at them.

"Girl, I'm also a surgeon, how about I help you?"

Zuo Zixuan nodded calmly and stretched out her hand, "Tweezers..."

"Ning Rong, the light is too dim. Try to pull another one over."

“Oh…, okay…”

Ning Rong and Dean Zhou ran out of the tent together.

"Doctor Ning, who is that girl inside?

Were all the soldiers sent to the hospital treated by her? "

Ning Rong nodded, "She is my senior sister..."

"Your senior sister? Is she also a student of Master Yang?"

"Tsk..., the fact that the old man could teach me something like this is already a credit to him.

How could you possibly teach such an outstanding student like my senior sister?"

President Zhou: …

In his heart, he silently gave Ning Rong a thumbs up. Old Master Yang is the best surgical expert in Kyoto. Ning Rong is probably the only one who dares to say that about Old Master Yang.

"Then who is your senior sister's master?"

"Chu Liuxiang... Even if I tell you, you wouldn't recognize him."

Dean Zhou tried hard to search in his brain which big shot in their medical field had the surname Chu.

After looking around, it seems that there is no such person.

The light was pulled directly from the command tent next door and only lasted a few minutes.

Old Yang was more and more surprised as he watched Zuo Zixuan's methodical treatment.

This girl actually combined Chinese and Western medicine, using acupuncture to seal several major artery bleeding points on the patient to reduce bleeding.

Every hour or so, put a black pill in the patient's mouth.

The knife went up and down cleanly and neatly, perfectly avoiding important nerves and blood vessels.

That’s awesome! Compared to this girl’s professional level, my own is slightly lower.

I don’t know who this girl’s master is?

Four hours into the operation, Ning Rong saw that Zuo Zixuan's lips were dry, so he quickly brought her a glass of water.

"Senior sister, drink some water..."

Standing opposite, Mr. Yang looked up suddenly. Did he forget? Did he forget when he had accepted such a powerful disciple?

"Hmm..." You silly girl, don't you see that your master is also thirsty?

Ning Rong didn't react for a long time. It was Dean Zhou, who was helping nearby, who understood what Mr. Yang meant and quickly poured a glass of water for him.

Old Yang was so angry that he gritted his teeth and gave Ning Rong a cold look.

After seven hours of surgery, Zuo Zixuan took the last stitch and turned to He's father and said, "Dad, Uncle Liu, this man can't move until he wakes up."

"Girl, if you don't move, the sanitary conditions here might cause infection." Old Yang said worriedly.

The operation was successful, but the postoperative treatment was also critical.

"Why don't you send him to our hospital?" suggested Director Zhou.

Zuo Zixuan shook his head.

"The military hospital is a 40-minute drive from here, and the road is bumpy. Once we get to the hospital, I'm afraid we can just notify the family to prepare for the funeral."

President Zhou: …

The journey was quite bumpy, and by the time we get to the hospital, the surgery might have been in vain.

"How about bringing it to our house? The aunts in your pharmacy have to disinfect for you every day." He's father asked tentatively.

"At present, our home is the closest and we have basic medical facilities. Please send the patient home.

But it can only be carried on a stretcher, and it must not be shaken." Zuo Zixuan nodded in agreement.

Mr. He personally went to send Ye Shiquan back.

Old Yang also went to the He family, firstly to look after Ye Shiquan, and secondly, after seven hours of surgery, his old bones were almost broken from exhaustion, and he needed to rest.

With Mr. Yang around, Mr. He settled the people and hurried back to the command center at the foot of the mountain.

When Old Yang entered Zuo Zixuan's pharmacy, he was a little shocked. The three walls were covered with Chinese medicine, and there were some medicinal liquors and pills on the shelves.

He opened the largest bottle and sniffed inside.

It smells so good, I feel refreshed just by smelling it. If I drink a sip, my whole body will feel relaxed.

Although he thought so, he didn't do it.

It seems that this girl has some skills.

He thought about it for a long time and was very sure and certain that he had never had such a smart apprentice.

But why did Ning Rong call that girl "senior sister"?

After one day and two nights, the battle was over, and the last wounded person treated by Zuo Zixuan was actually He Yi.

"Why didn't you come down to get treatment earlier if you were injured?" Zuo Zixuan's movements were a bit rough, and she used scissors to cut open the clothes on his arm that were stuck to the wound.

"Ah..., wife..., it hurts..." He Yi howled in pain like a pig being slaughtered.

"You deserve it. You feel the pain now. Didn't it hurt before?" Although he said that, he still slowed down his movements.

He Yi shook his head and said, "I took the medicine you gave me earlier and didn't feel any pain."

bang...

A bullet was taken from He Yi's arm and thrown into the iron plate.

After applying medicine, a sling was hung around his neck to protect the wound.

"Wife..., my arm is injured. I can't take a bath by myself when I go back. You have to help me..."

"He Fan is much better now, let He Fan wash you."

When He Yi thought of He Fan giving him a bath, he couldn't help but shiver and quickly moved to Zuo Zixuan's side.

"Wife, just help me. Are you still shy? Every time after that, wasn't it me who helped you..."

Zuo Zixuan covered He Yi's mouth with her hand, her face flushed from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, "We are outside, you are such an adult, but you still speak like a child?"

"Then wash it for me..."

"Okay, okay, I'll wash it for you, I'll wash it for you."

He Yi leaned on Zuo Zixuan's shoulder with satisfaction and acted like a spoiled brat.

The curtain of the tent was pulled open. "Sister, it's bad. Captain Ye has a fever. My master has tried many methods but couldn't reduce the fever."

Zuo Zixuan stood up and said, "Let's go back and take a look."

He Yi was almost thrown to the ground because Zuo Zixuan stood up suddenly. He shouted behind Zuo Zixuan with a wronged look on his face:

"Wife, I am also a wounded soldier, can't you be a little gentler?"

Zuo Zixuan turned around and rolled her eyes at him, "Go home and take a shower if you're fine."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Ok?

bath?

bath……

He Yi stood up suddenly, his eyes instantly turned into stars, and his face was full of anticipation.

"Dad, the war is over, can I go home now?"

Father He was watching the soldiers transporting the things in the cave down the mountain via the transport basket.

He was muttering to himself that there was really a lot of stuff. Fortunately, the girl at home only took some food and did not touch the weapons, medicines, and marching supplies.

He is a man of measure.

"What's the hurry? You still have to go back to the army to attend a summary meeting." He's father glanced at He Yi's injured hand indifferently, as if he was accustomed to his injury.

"I'm not the leader of the team. The brigade commander is here and he's also participating in the battle. So I won't join in." He Yi said with a pleading look on his face.

He still has to go home and take a bath with his wife.

"Someone from the capital is here to hold a meeting. It won't take long. Go to the meeting honestly."

"Dad, I'm a wounded soldier. Did you see that my arm is injured?"

"Stop making excuses for me. Your arm is injured, not your foot. If you keep talking nonsense, I will go back and tell Xuanxuan that you disobeyed military orders in order to go home.

You will suffer enough when the time comes."

He Yi: ...

You really are my father!