my angel

Chapter 1: I'm just a member of the crossing army, don't mind

He Qinghuan crossed over, unprepared.

On May [-]st, I went to hike the Aotai line with eight travel friends from all over the country, planning a five-day itinerary.

Gather on one day and rest on the last day, which happens to be a seven-day long vacation.

Unexpectedly, on the third day after entering the mountain, we encountered severe and extreme weather, blizzard, mixed with heavy fog.

Visibility was extremely low and the temperature dropped below minus ten degrees.

But there are still people who are injured and left behind.

He Qinghuan slipped down the cliff and disappeared when he went back to look for the couple who were left behind.

The five people on this hike arrived at the B&B at the foot of the mountain in a panic.

One person was missing, one fell behind and froze to death in the tent at night, and one suffered a broken bone.

In the face of nature, the team ended with a fiasco for human beings.

On the Internet, the media, and TV have heated discussions on this matter, and the keyboard man scolded them one by one.

These have nothing to do with He Qinghuan.

He just felt like he was having a nightmare, a nightmare of losing his footing from a high altitude, as if falling forever.

The dense fog in front of him made him unable to see clearly, and he could not feel the length of time, because there was no reference.

Suddenly, he felt a pause and opened his eyes suddenly.

The top of the head is a leather tent supported by wooden sticks, a simple tent.

This is rescued?But it feels very warm, not at all the feeling of being in the wind and snow with a temperature of more than ten degrees below zero.

Then get up and sit up.

This tent was not too big, and in the middle of the very cramped tent lay a young man with his upper body bare and his lower body wearing a fur-like skirt.

What was shocking was that the teenager's stomach was pulled open by some sharp object with a gap of more than [-] centimeters, and the pool of blood was turned over, revealing the intestines inside, and some of the intestines leaked out due to the abdominal pressure.

A few shirtless men surrounded him frowning.

He Qinghuan crawled over, "Why didn't you send him to the hospital?"

The people around have thick eyebrows and big eyes, they are very sturdy, with thick hair, they don't look like Han people, ethnic minorities?

Everyone looked at him inexplicably, and an old lady asked, "What is a hospital?"

"The hospital is the place where he can be treated." Really so behind?

"There is no place to treat him, he is dying." The old lady's bronzed face seemed to be used to life and death, and the numbness after helplessness.

"This is just a not-so-complicated surgical operation. Why is he dying?" He Qinghuan clearly saw the boy gritted his teeth and tried to endure.

He is not dead yet.

"We have no choice. Does the envoy have the magic power to save him?"

Next to him was a very strong, bronze-colored middle-aged man with a spike tied around his neck by a leather rope, looking at He Qinghuan and asking.

He Qinghuan looked around inexplicably, "God envoy?"

When everyone heard the words of the patriarch, there was a glint of expectation in their eyes, and they all looked at He Qinghuan.

He Qinghuan looked at everyone with big bright eyes, looked at everyone's admiration, and looked forward to the eyes, "Who is the angel?"

The old lady said: "You are God's envoy to our mountain tribe."

"Me?" He Qinghuan's handsome face was distorted to the point of deformation, "Aren't you serious?"

The old lady said: "Of course it was our angel who fell from the sky to our altar for the Spring Festival.

This is the blessing of the souls of our ancestors, and we have not had divine envoys landed for hundreds of years.

Please God envoys to bless our mountain tribe, don't refuse. "

Everyone pleaded after hearing this: "Yes, envoy, please be the only envoy of our mountain tribe.

We have been looking forward to it for many years.We will definitely treat you well.Please agree. "

He Qinghuan's mind was confused, and he calmed down and said: "Are you sure no one can treat this boy?"

The old lady said: "Yes, I am a witch doctor from the Gaoshan tribe. In this case, the gods can only pick him up."

witch doctor?

"Now, there is another possibility, whether the envoy is willing to cast a spell on this boy." The old lady said.

"Envoy, this boy is the son of the patriarch of the Big Bear Tribe, and he is likely to take over as the next patriarch.

However, in the chaos just now, he was grabbed by the hungry wolf and his stomach was ripped apart. If he was really dragged away and eaten by the hungry wolf, the Big Bear Tribe can't blame us, they were the ones who attacked us first.

However, if he died in our tribe, it is not clear.

It will definitely arouse the revenge of the Big Bear Tribe. "The patriarch said worriedly.

Human life is at stake, even though He Qinghuan's head is full of question marks, it is important to save people first at this time, and the rest will be discussed later.

He Qinghuan comes from a family of Chinese medicine practitioners, and everyone in the family is a doctor. His grandfather is a Chinese medicine doctor, and his grandmother is a gynecologist.

Uncle is the chief surgeon of the Department of Cardiology and Brain, and my aunt is a psychologist.

The uncle is an orthopedic doctor, and the uncle is his assistant.

Dad is an emergency doctor, and my mother is an internal medicine specialist and a reproductive system specialist in their hospital.

The elder brothers and sisters in the family are also doctors. It can be said that the whole family covers all departments.

He Qinghuan grew up in a family atmosphere where family members discussed various diseases. The so-called three-year apprenticeship is not as good as the ancestors.

He has a strong interest in medicine, and the university is also a famous medical university.

It's been less than a year since I practiced, so I just passed through.

The first step is to clean the wound and check the condition.

There is a simple first aid kit in his mountaineering bag, which contains iodine, cotton swab sticks, and simple dressing supplies.

There are also water purification tablets and antipyretics, all of which are basic items.

But there are no needles for surgical sutures, let alone needle holders.

His birthday present from his grandfather when he was a child was a complete set of 28 surgical instruments.

He had a great time.

Therefore, I practiced for a year. Every operation, from watching from the side, to handing over the equipment, and then working as an assistant, I never made a mistake and was often affirmed by the chief surgeon.

For today's operation, He Qinghuan is fully confident in saving this poor child.

But a small bottle of povidone iodine is not enough to clean the whole wound and the outflowing intestines.

He took out the picnic pot and ordered to bring water to boil.

A young man took a light, strong and shiny stainless steel pot, like holding a fetish, and carefully ran out to fetch water and came back, put it on the witch doctor's fire, boiled the water,

"Is there any salt?"

The witch doctor looked at him, turned his back, rummaged through the leather in the corner, and took a small package wrapped in plant leaves.

From this small detail, He Qinghuan felt that this tribe was really primitive and backward.

The witch doctor carefully opened the package and took out a little powder mixed with impurities, "Are these okay?"

He Qinghuan nodded. It seems that salt is a very precious thing for this tribe.

Then he asked the witch doctor, "Is there any medicine that can make him unconscious?"

The witch doctor said, "There is a mandala."

He Qinghuan nodded: "Very good. Go get it and give it to him."

It is already very rare to know mandala.

The witch doctor went to the corner to search again, and found a handful of plant fragments. He Qinghuan smelled it, which was the unique smell of Datura.

Go to the stone pot to boil water, and after a while, the water on both sides boils.

He Qinghuan rummaged through to find the sewing purse in the mountaineering bag, and threw the needle and white cotton thread into the pot to cook.

Throw the gauze in and cook it, take it out with chopsticks, let it cool down, and start to clean the intestines that flow out. The folds on the top are covered with sand and plant debris on the ground, and they are stuffed into the stomach while cleaning.

Over there, the witch doctor fed the mandala water to the boy.

The boy also knew that this was to save him, so he didn't cry, and drank water obediently, it was really bad, but in order to survive.This bit of suffering is nothing.

He Qinghuan comforted the patient: "You are so brave, you are a good boy."

"I'm a warrior. I'm not a child anymore," replied the boy.

"It's a warrior." But it's also a child.

The boy passed out soon after.

He Qinghuan asked the witch doctor to help clean the intestines carefully, and then he directly took the needle and thread, and started to sew up the wound with the most primitive tools, using a stitch similar to seaming.

The witch doctor held the soft and white thing in his hand, ah, the things made by the gods are really miraculous, I have never seen such a thing before.So soft and so white.

The thin, strong, and bright needles held by the envoy are amazing.

I've never seen anything so hard and small.

An envoy is an envoy, and the things they use are all artifacts.

Two people work together, and the original operation is done in about one class.

Finally, it is disinfected, covered with gauze, and tied with original leather ropes.

Leave one person to watch, and call him immediately if he wakes up or burns someone.

He Qinghuan packed up his things and got out of the tent.

There is an undulating mountain in front of me, and I am on a relatively gentle hillside of the mountain. In the distance, I can see lakes and tall forests everywhere.

It was early spring, and the withered and yellow grass and trees in winter had not yet been covered by the newly sprouted green.

Behind are steep mountains.

Dozens of simple tents are set up on this gentle slope, similar to the tents of the Hezhen people. A few long wooden poles form a cone shape, and the outside is surrounded by animal skins. pop out.

People in the camp, old and young, men and women, all wrapped themselves in furs, without even the simplest textiles.

He Qinghuan faintly felt that he had traveled to a primitive society.Cover your face.

Even if he traveled to the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, with his medical skills, he could still make a living. Primitive society?

Don't you have to take care of eating, drinking and sleeping?