Everyone says that no secret can be kept in a village, and last night, the news that Chen Cang had set the bones for Chen Yanni’s child spread throughout the entire village.
Everyone was praising the Chen Family kid for being a big-city doctor, saying how impressive it was!
The next morning, Chen Cang wasn’t even fully awake when he was roused by Chen Dahai.
This caught the still groggy Chen Cang, who had been matching wits with Qin Xiaotian all night, off guard.
"What’s up, Dad?"
"Qin Yue is already up; you’re still in bed. Everyone in the village heard you two were here and they all want you to take a look at their ailnts," Chen Dahai explained.
"Hurry up, get on up. We owe it to our friends and neighbors. It’s not easy for you to co back this ti, so have a look at everyone’s problems, write so prescriptions or sothing!"
Chen Cang was stunned and imdiately felt embarrassed. "I’m an ergency surgery doctor, what do I know about traditional Chinese dicine, let alone writing prescriptions…"
But still, he hurried out of bed.
However, Chen Cang felt a tinge of regret; after all, he was only ho for two days and to have them slip by—this little thief just wouldn’t give him a chance to make a move. At the thought, Chen Cang sighed.
Alas...
After getting ready, Chen Cang stepped outside and found many people in the courtyard. Seeing Chen Cang up, they greeted him warmly with smiles.
Inside the house, Qin Yue was chatting with an old lady about controlling blood pressure and such.
In reality, what kind of illnesses could they possibly treat at ho? It was mostly neighbors coming over with X-rays they had no idea when they have taken, asking if there was anything wrong.
Most of the ti, what people sought was psychological comfort.
Or, they would ask if they needed surgery or sothing similar.
Qin Yue was very warm and likeable – you could tell just by looking at Yang Jiahui’s joyful face.
Coming out of the house, the villagers kept praising Chen Dahai for his good fortune, saying that he would be living the good life from now on. With a beautiful and good-natured daughter-in-law and two doctors in the family, they would surely be moving to the big city for luxury.
Chen Dahai, grinning from ear to ear, took out the Zhonghua cigarettes he usually couldn’t bear to smoke and handed them out to the villagers.
Seeing the cigarettes, several n laughed: "Dahai’s stepping up, starting to smoke Zhonghua now!"
Chen Dahai laughed heartily: "It’s the girl who brought them for . She knows I like smoking and drinking and brought so good cigarettes and liquor to enjoy."
A drinking buddy aside comnted to the person next to him, "The girl brought Old Chen Maotai! Flying Fairy Maotai, you know? 20 years aged! I looked it up online last night; it goes for four or five thousand."
Chen Dahai’s face flushed with pride!
When parents grow older, they live through their children.
It’s said that before thirty, a man seeks his father’s approval, but after thirty, it’s the father who seeks the son’s.
These words couldn’t be truer.
Qin Yue’s dical knowledge was very solid, and she thoroughly explained everything to the visiting villagers, who left feeling enlightened and grateful.
For those who considered surgery, Qin Yue said with a smile, "Uncle, if you need surgery, you don’t have to look anywhere else. If it’s gallbladder surgery, just go directly to the provincial second hospital and find Chen Cang! Chen Cang is our hospital’s fad surgeon; he’s very famous for his surgeries!"
Hearing this, people imdiately got up, laughing and shaking hands with Chen Cang, telling Chen Dahai and Yang Jiahui standing nearby, "This is wonderful, your son is so accomplished."
This gave Chen Dahai and Yang Jiahui an imdiate sense of pride and joy.
Yet, that’s how people are: for every person who respects you, there’s soone who looks down on you. The sa principle applies everywhere.
In the village, people loved to chat over tea and als about whose children are doing well, how much money soone is making, and what they’re up to here and there.
Upon hearing how good and great Chen Cang was, those who felt displeased would say:
"Still buying a 20-year Feitian Moutai, with that kind of money, why not buy a car? Such pretentiousness."
"Oh, Chen Dahai just loves to brag, and Chen Cang took a job and turned into this."
"Exactly, carrying big and small bags, and still taking a taxi ho, how far is Anyang City anyway? If he really had the guts, he’d buy a decent car to drive."
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Naturally, those who despise poverty are uncomfortable seeing others do well, speaking with such acidity. But that’s to be expected.
Chen Cang and Qin Yue took a car in the afternoon and driving to Anyang City would only take a little over three hours.
Chen Cang, who had decided to buy a car, had been too busy to even look at cars recently. He thought he’d deal with it after returning, planning to buy a car before the New Year for a more convenient trip ho.
During lunch, suddenly a man rushed in, frantic: "Dahai! Dahai! Quick, hurry, Old He slid down from the mountain pass and got impaled by a branch in his stomach!"
At those words, everyone who was eating was instantly stunned!
Old He was Chen Dahai’s drinking buddy. They’d sit and chat over drinks whenever, with their children working in Beijing.
Upon hearing this news, Chen Cang and Qin Yue quickly stood up, their professional habits kicking in as they urgently asked, "Where is Uncle He right now?"
The man’s face was a picture of panic: "He’s still trapped on the slope; a bunch of people don’t dare to move him, and we’ve called 120. Chen, you and Qin Yue go have a look. We’re afraid to move him ourselves in case we make things worse."
Chen Cang nodded, put down his chopsticks with Qin Yue, and followed the man out the door.
Chen Dahai was also in a state of utmost urgency.
Upon arriving at the foot of the mountain, they imdiately saw a crowd gathered not far away on the slope.
When Chen Cang got there, the man shouted, "Make way, make way, Xiao Chen is here!"
At his words, the crowd quickly cleared a path.
Chen Cang focused his gaze and imdiately saw a man with a hole in his stomach, still bleeding, with a pointed piece of wood sticking out of the wound.
Chen Cang was taken aback!
The position of the wooden stub was close to the right upper abdon, near the liver. Chen Cang’s biggest concern was whether it had damaged the abdominal liver or major blood vessels. Although the branch wasn’t very thick, the angle it had pierced at was still very dangerous.
With that in mind, Chen Cang suddenly said, "Everyone, don’t move for now."
There was no need for Chen Cang to say it, as the sight of such a bloody scene had already made everyone afraid to move.
Chen Cang hurried to examine the man and asked, "Uncle He, how are you feeling now?"
The man had one hand over his eyes and the other reached towards his stomach but didn’t dare to touch it: "It hurts! An excruciating pain! It keeps hurting..."
Hearing the man’s words, Chen Cang was sowhat relieved. This kind of persistent pain in a trauma case usually wasn’t serious.
Peritoneal irritation signs aren’t typical, bowel sounds reduced!
Chen Cang quickly ordered, "Go get a stethoscope and a blood pressure monitor."
A man stood up quickly and ran towards the clinic in the village.
Chen Cang took a deep breath, placed his hand on the man’s radial artery—his heart rate was a bit fast, breathing seed normal.
The things that could be done right now were really limited; one wouldn’t dare to pull out the stick, two wouldn’t dare to move him carelessly.
Fortunately, the bleeding didn’t seem to be too severe, not requiring imdiate hemostasis. This, in turn, increased the safety margin considerably.
Those who have watched TV know, in ancient tis, if soone was pierced by an arrow, it wasn’t dangerous unless pulled out; removing it could be more dangerous!
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