Cannon Fodder His Dad

Wu Qun reprimanded softly, and Yan Hai immediately shut up.

"Dad, do you want me to go?" Lin Han raised his head and blinked at Wu Qun and asked in a low voice. Regarding the question of Yan Hai being reprimanded by his father, Lin Han said that he was used to it all the way.

"Don't talk to both of you. Remember our identities. I'll go up to see what's going on in this temple first." Wu Qun looked at Yan Hai and warned him.

"dong dong dong"

Before Wu Qun knocked on the door, the door was opened with a creak.

"How many of you are going to stay overnight?" The temple congratulations who wore monk robes and continued long hair came out and bowed their heads, and asked bluntly.

"Yes. I wonder if Master can make it more convenient?" Wu Qun asked politely in return.

"It's not very peaceful recently. It's still early in the sky. It's better for you to go to the town at the foot of the mountain to stay overnight. It's not very convenient for me here." After saying the temple blessing, the door was closed.

They were turned away.

Yan Hai looked up at the sky, leaned against the temple wall and said with a pouted mouth: "Tsk tsk, and told me to shut up, you are not the same, it seems that we have to go down the mountain soon."

"I'm afraid there's not enough time. Your injury won't allow you to run around again. You must have a good rest tonight. I'll talk to Miaozhu again." Wu Qun stepped forward and continued knocking on the door.

"Master, my younger brother is injured and the child is still young. Could it be convenient? We will leave early tomorrow morning." Wu Qun said while knocking.

"Hey, you'd better go quickly, I'm not very peaceful here at night." Miaozhu did not open the door, but rejected Wu Qun through the door.

When Wu Qun heard this, something was wrong. When he looked down from the top of the mountain, he could vaguely see that there was only one Miaozhu in this temple, but why did the Miaozhu not agree?

"Master, we've been on our way for a day, and there's really nothing we can do. You can do it. Can I make a golden body for the Bodhisattva in your temple?" Yan Hai joined the group.

"Crackling" the temple door was half opened, and Miaozhu reluctantly stuck his head out and said in a very embarrassing way: "There are guests in the temple, it's really inconvenient for a few people to stay, but... Forget it, come in with the little old man, try not to. speak up."

Miaozhu took them in and provided food to at least feed Lin Han.

In the second half of the night, there was a sudden panic in the east wing of the backyard, "Master Hong, how are you?"

"Smelly old man, if something happens to my Lord Hong, I will demolish your ruined temple and ask you to pay for your life for Lord Hong."

"My lords, the little old man said a long time ago that I can't cure this noble person's illness, so you have to stay here." Miaozhu sighed helplessly and said sadly.

"Old man, hurry up, as long as my Lord Hong is all right, I will donate 100,000 oceans of sesame oil money to this ruined temple."

"That noble person has intestinal carbuncle. Even if you kill the little old man, the little old man will not do the same. You might as well go to the foreign hospital in the county to see if it is feasible, but I really can't do it here." Miaozhu sighed faintly.

"I'm immortal. If I can get into a foreigner's hospital, will I bring Master Hong to you? Hurry up and treat Master Hong, or else..."

Looking at everything in the backyard through the old window paper, Wu Qun wrinkled, "Intestinal carbuncle? Is it appendicitis?"

If there was a scalpel in this place, he felt that he should be able to do it, so he went out and looked at the fierce men in the yard and said, "Is there a scalpel? I can do it."

He is now thinking about surgery, and by the way, Miaozhu relieves the siege. After all, Miaozhu kindly took in their father and son.

"Who are you?"

"Doctor." Wu Qun walked up and stared at the big man with the scar on his face without squinting.

"Master Hong can't do it anymore, woohoo, Master Hong passed out!" The people in the room shouted towards the yard with a crying voice.

"Get out of the way, I'll go take a look." Wu Qun pushed the people who were blocking the door and walked in. Yan Hai and Lin Han both fell asleep because of their injuries and because they were young, and didn't wake up.

"Who is this old man?" The man with the scarred face asked fiercely.

Miaozhu did not speak, but looked at Wu Qun with some worry.

"Don't you want to save people? If you want to save people, stop talking nonsense and follow my instructions." Wu Qun said coldly, ignoring the vicious appearance of those people.

"Doctor, please come in, and you can take a look at our Lord Hong." The people in the room opened the door and hurriedly welcomed Wu Qun in.

The oil lamp was lit in the room, and the light was a little dim. Master Hong was curled up on the bed with a white face and closed eyes.

Wu Qun subconsciously checked Master Hong's physical condition. At present, it seems that he has skin hypersensitivity in the right lower quadrant and is now accompanied by fever symptoms. But this person had already fainted from the pain. He didn't know if he had nausea and vomiting now, so he asked the person beside him about the event of Lord Hong, and he was soon diagnosed with appendicitis.

"Acute appendicitis is what you call intestinal carbuncle. If you don't do surgery, this person will be in danger. You decide whether to save or not." Wu Qun was given the decision-making power to the men in a circle.

"Help! Doctor, what are we going to do?" The thin man who was guarding Grandpa Hong's bed wiped away tears and said very quickly.

"Okay, if you want to be in charge, go find a scalpel, scissors, gauze, anesthesia, needles... What's the use, save your life is the most important thing." Wu Qun frowned. He was instinctively dissatisfied with the environment, but now the bed is being robbed. The young man named Hong Ye made him feel as if he had to be rescued.

Those people were very obedient, and they quickly built the simple operating room that Wu Qun needed. In the middle of the night, all the oil lamps and candles were lit, and the mirrors in the temple were all contributed.

Temporary surgery began.

Wu Qun felt as if he could never perform an operation like Qianbaihui, and he also had an operating table that was even simpler than this. He started quickly and methodically. The assistant of the temporary partner was the man with a scar on his face. There was no panic, and he executed his orders perfectly.

When the sky turned bright, Master Hong's operation was finished, and Wu Qun in the humble operating room felt that he showed the most perfect skills here. Especially the final stitch is comparable to the effect of the beauty needle, although the thread is replaced by duck intestines.

"Okay, the wound should be careful not to get infected. After the anesthesia has passed, the person will be able to wake up. You should help him to move around to avoid intestinal adhesions. After the patient has exhausted gas, you can drink a small amount of water and liquid food. Be careful to drink You can't drink raw water with boiled water." Wu Qun explained the doctor's orders very cautiously.

The people below looked dazed, and the scarred face looked at Wu Qun under everyone's urging and asked, "Doctor, shouldn't you take a good rest and make up after the surgery? Drink, your body is dismembered, and you still need to walk around with it?"