Traveling through the 1940s, the whole village was massacred at the beginning

"Who? Uncle Wenming, who do you say he is?" Jiang Jiyun looked at the man lying in the haystack with astonishment on his face. He saw that his body was as thin as a stick, and he was obviously breathing out more than breathing in, as if the fire of life was about to be extinguished.

Jiang Wenming looked again at this time, feeling a little hesitant and uncertain.

After all, the Chen Hongyi in his memory was a man full of vigor and vitality, completely different from the bearded, haggard man in front of him!

After hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but move closer, carefully examining the other person's face, and then said uncertainly: "I... I think it looks a bit like him, but I'm not completely sure."

Hearing this, Jiang Jiyun took out two pills of spiritual water from his arms without saying a word and carefully stuffed them into the mouth of the man in the haystack.

She thought to herself: I have to give him some spiritual water quickly. If he suddenly dies while we are talking, it will be really troublesome!

The young soldier looked anxiously at Jiang Jiyun who was feeding medicine to the regiment commander, and couldn't help asking: "How is our regiment commander?" His voice was full of worry and anxiety.

Jiang Jiyun gently put the medicine into the head of the regiment and replied without looking up: "Alas! His condition is not very good now. He breathes out more than he breathes in. If he can't get timely and effective treatment, I'm afraid he will soon have to meet that Marxist leader."

As she spoke, she reached out to unbutton the patient's clothes in order to further examine the injury.

Hearing this, the little soldier turned pale with fright and started crying like a child.

"Is our captain really going to sacrifice himself like this?" Tears streamed down his young face like a flood.

Seeing this young man, who was only fourteen or fifteen years old, crying so heartbrokenly, Jiang Jiyuan's heart softened and he quickly comforted him, "Don't worry too much. As long as we hurry up to treat him, there is still hope. But before that, we have to clean his body first. Go and help boil some hot water."

After hearing this, the young soldier tried to stop crying and said with a sob: "Comrade, my name is Xiaowu, you can just call me Xiaowu. I will go and boil some water."

After saying that, he wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve, then slowly turned around and walked out of the room with heavy steps.

Jiang Jiyuan sighed. Seeing that he had trouble walking and boiling water, he didn't care who the relative lying on the bed was and went out to help.

The light in the room was dim, but Jiang Jiyun's slightly nervous face could still be seen clearly.

She shouted to Jiang Wenming who was not far away: "Uncle, please come over and help me turn him over. I want to check his back." There was a hint of anxiety and worry in her voice.

Jiang Jiyun turned around and walked quickly to the medicine box placed aside, opened the lid skillfully, and began to select the necessary tools from it.

Her eyes quickly scanned the various instruments, finally landing on a sharp scalpel and items used for disinfection.

At this moment, Jiang Wenming had come to the injured person as she requested and carefully turned him over.

When Jiang Wenming saw the shocking wound on the back of the injured Chen Hongyi, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Oh! Xiaoyun, my brother-in-law's back injury is not light. Such a long wound has become inflamed and festered!" His tone was full of surprise and concern.

Hearing this, Jiang Jiyun hurried over to check. When her eyes touched the hideous wound, her heart trembled violently.

She sighed and complained: "Oh, this is simply a huge test of my psychological quality! Why did I choose to study medicine in the first place? Didn't I learn poison from Sixth Grandpa? How did I learn to treat wounds?"

Although Jiang Jiyun was a little nervous, she took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Wenming hurriedly walked to Jiang Jiyun's side with the medicine box on his back and stood firmly so that she could access the items inside at any time.

Jiang Jiyun first picked up a piece of sterilized cotton and gently wiped the skin around the wound with gentle and careful movements.

Then, holding the scalpel, she carefully dug out the festering area bit by bit.

Afterwards, she quickly sprinkled hemostatic powder on the wound and sewed it up with her skillful hands. The whole process was done in one go without any delay.

Jiang Wenming stared at the little figure in front of him with wide eyes, full of admiration, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Oh, you are really amazing, little girl! Look at the way you sew the wound now, it's as skillful as sewing clothes, and you can do it without changing your expression or heartbeat! When you first started, your hands were shaking so much that you couldn't even hold the needle!"

Hearing his uncle's praise, Jiang Jiyun rolled his eyes at him and said with a curled mouth: "Huh, it's your turn to try next time! I've already learned it at such a young age. You're so old now. If you don't study hard, what will you do in the future? What if we drive away those little devils one day and you don't have a job, are you going to starve? Learn this skill, maybe you can rely on it to support your family and your wife and children in the future!"

While Jiang Wenming was listening to his niece's complaints, he stared intently at her movements after the operation.

Jiang Jiyun poured out a special medicine from the bottle, carefully cut a small hole with scissors, and then gently applied the medicine on the wound that had just been sutured.

Jiang Wenming, who was standing by, memorized all the surgical steps deeply.

He secretly made up his mind that even if the day really came when he needed to do it himself, he must not be much worse than his niece.

Next time if I have a chance, I must find a few Japanese corpses to practice on...

After watching her actions, he covered Chen Hongyi with a cotton quilt that Jiang Jiyun had taken out.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I, your uncle, don't even have a wife yet." Jiang Wenming thought she had forgotten about it, so why did she bring it up again today.

"You really don't have any girl you like? When I was in Hu City, I heard the neighbors say that you were having an affair with Chen Yinyin!" Jiang Jiyun looked at Jiang Wenming's hypocritical look and exposed him.

"Who? Chen Yinyin? How is it possible? She speaks in a weird way, which makes people feel uncomfortable. How could I like her? We haven't even met a few times, so how could I have an affair with her? Don't ruin my reputation!" Jiang Wenming said seriously.

"If you say it's okay, then it's okay!" Jiang Jiyun said as he disinfected the tools and put them away.

Only then did she have time to come over and observe what Xiaobao's father looked like.

"Huh~"

There was only a cry of surprise, and Jiang Jiyun shook his head with disgust, as if he had seen something disgusting.

At this moment, Jiang Wenming, who was standing by, could not help but feel nervous upon hearing her exaggerated reaction. He quickly stepped forward and asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with him? Is there something wrong?"