Half an hour later, Jiang Xiaoxiao finished treating Song Moting’s wound. The wound had been stitched, and although the branch hadn’t damaged any organs when removed, it did puncture a blood vessel, leading to significant blood loss. However, after the stitching, the situation was no longer critical.
The problem was the lack of dical resources here, and they couldn’t perform any anti-inflammatory or antibacterial treatnts.
The simple dications available were insufficient for effective anti-inflammatory and antibacterial purposes.
Although Jiang Xiaoxiao had managed the treatnt, Song Moting’s recovery depended on his body’s resilience.
In this day and age, relying on one’s body to overco an illness seed almost absurd.
But now, the snow outside was falling even harder — a vast expanse of white, reaching waist-deep.
It’s impossible for anyone to venture out, nor could anyone co in.
The foreman wanted to call for help from the foot of the mountain, but unfortunately, the phone lines had long been down.
Every ti a strong wind blows or snow falls heavily, their signal becos virtually unusable.
The snow was so heavy that the forest farm was experiencing a centennial snowstorm, and the foreman was busy instructing the workers to quickly shovel the snow.
If the snow on the roofs wasn’t cleared, even though their houses were sturdy, they could collapse over ti.
Furthermore, it seed like the snow wouldn’t stop all night.
Under these circumstances, the foreman was more worried about their food and fuel reserves.
Working was impossible now; every household was taking shelter indoors, but the snow was indeed too heavy.
Seeing Song Moting asleep after surgery, the foreman focused on disaster relief efforts.
Jiang Xiaoxiao stayed by Song Moting’s side. Jia Shu wanted to relieve her so Jiang Xiaoxiao could rest for a while.
But tonight was crucial for Song Moting after his surgery. She worried that if he developed a fever during the night, and it beca severe, they wouldn’t have the ans to manage it; the available dications were of no use.
Jia Shu was clueless in this situation, resorting to calling her up in a flurry, so it was better for her to stay close.
Besides, even if she went back, she probably wouldn’t be able to sleep imdiately.
Others had already gone back to rest after a day’s ordeal, only settling down for the night late.
Jiang Xiaoxiao sat by Song Moting’s side, hearing his low moans.
Song Moting’s face was flushed, his breath exuding intense heat.
Her heart sank.
It seed that Song Moting might not overco the subsequent inflammation of the wound.
She had no effective dications at her disposal.
It was a re drop in the ocean.
Jiang Xiaoxiao could only get so water.
Trying her best for physical cooling.
There was simply no other way.
As Song Moting restlessly turned, Jiang Xiaoxiao swiftly grasped his shoulder, firmly stabilizing his body.
Fearful that his movents might tear the wound.
With one hand, she struggled to place a damp cloth on his forehead.
But this was clearly not effective.
He Aiguo entered, having been worried about Song Moting’s condition despite Jiang Xiaoxiao not saying a word; they all understood the situation.
With such severe injuries and no dications, relying on re stitches for recovery seed impossible.
If that’s the case, what were doctors for?
Extrely concerned, he ca in to take a look.
Imdiately upon entering, he saw Jiang Xiaoxiao with one hand steadying Song Moting and placing a towel on his forehead with the other.
Understanding that Song Moting’s condition was likely worsening.
Song Moting’s face was now burning red like Guan Yu, and given his originally pale complexion, the fiery red glow was quite alarming.
He rushed forward.
"Let , let ! What do you need? I’ll handle it."
Jiang Xiaoxiao shook her head, "Song Moting has a high fever now; I just asured his temperature — it’s 38.9 degrees Celsius. It’s likely past 39°, and if it continues like this, it will beco critical.
Take all the towels outside and freeze them in the snow, and bring one in every once in a while. I’m trying to lower his temperature physically, but this only treats the symptoms, not the cause. I don’t even know if he can make it through tonight. If he can, and the fever goes down, perhaps his wounds will be better."
Jiang Xiaoxiao spoke with disappointnt. Although she was a doctor, she had never encountered such a desperate situation.
When she first began practicing, the dical conditions were slightly better than they were now, and the country prioritized rural hospitals.
Gradually, the conditions improved, unlike the current dire shortage of dical resources.
There was nothing she could do.
He Aiguo hurriedly went out.
Jiang Xiaoxiao observed Song Moting, now in a fever-induced daze, and felt anxious.
She had to calm herself down.
If it weren’t for her past experience as a doctor, having encountered nurous difficult situations, she wouldn’t be able to remain composed now.
Jiang Xiaoxiao thought of the peaches in her space.
Though the specific function of the peach was unknown, after consuming it, one’s body expelled a lot of impurities.
Even if it couldn’t cure every ailnt, it could at least aid in recovery.
She had to give it a try, considering her grandmother was saved by eating one.
It had been proven effective.
The problem was, she feared that the peach seed most potent only the first ti it was consud.
After giving Song Moting and others peaches during their journey, the effect seed less pronounced because the impurities expelled were not as much.
She later tried eating another herself, finding that although its flavor was indeed excellent and delicious, the sensation of full-body comfort wasn’t as intense as the first ti.
She couldn’t just watch Song Moting suffer like this, feeling helpless.
After all, the peach wouldn’t kill him; that much was certain.
Could the situation possibly get any worse?
Jiang Xiaoxiao took out a peach.
It was a genuine juicy peach, and just a small bite into it would release a flood of juice, like nectar.
Getting Song Moting to eat it now was impossible; she could only squeeze so peach juice from the fruit and feed it to him bit by bit.
After struggling for a long ti, Jiang Xiaoxiao finally managed to feed him most of a peach.
The remaining part was barely a peach anymore.
In truth, only the pit and so skin were left.
Since she couldn’t leave Song Moting alone now, she simply tossed the remnants back into her space.
After eating the peach, Song Moting appeared much calr.
At least he was no longer restlessly tossing and turning, nor was he incessantly groaning.
Feeling a great sense of relief.
It seed there was so effect after all.
He Aiguo ca in to help change the towels, and Jiang Xiaoxiao excused herself to use the restroom.
Outside in the snowy field, she wiped her hands on the piled-up snow, feeling the sticky peach juice residue uncomfortable.
The snow in the courtyard had been cleared, but within a short ti, the snow had risen to knee height again.
It seed tonight’s storm would not cease.
Jiang Xiaoxiao took a stroll before returning to relieve He Aiguo.
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