Facts have proved that the tribal people's spoiling Yangjin Lanze was unparalleled, and they even respected Lausanne. Even though they knew that her medical skills were not good, they were happy to let her treat her, and they were not allowed to disturb her happy treatment time.

For example, Zhang Qingshan now, no matter what he says or does, unless he shoots and kills people, he will not be able to get close to the cloth door of the special medical bag on the right side of the largest bag, which even has a red cross drawn on the cloth door to specifically indicate its existence.

The other party was two tall women guarding the door, and Zhang Qingshan dared not squeeze. The most important thing was that the language was not clear, and the two sides talked to each other, but in the end, no one understood what the other party was saying. Instead, the two women guarded more firmly, and Zhang Qingshan was even more helpless.

When I was helpless, I suddenly remembered: Lausanne? Didn’t this guy follow me and chase me? Why did he disappear in the blink of an eye? You are so right that you are not a friend. So, Zhang Qingshan wandered around the tribe for a while and saw Lausanne wading on the lawn, holding his grass roots in his mouth, looking at the sky.

"Brother Lausanne, why are you here? Come with me and help me translate." Zhang Qingshan was really anxious. Not only was he a little rude, but he also forgot why Lausanne came here in a very rude way instead of accompanying him?

Lausanne sat up and smiled and said, "Brother Qingshan, have you been stopped?"

Zhang Qingshan, who was about to reach out to pull him, nodded subconsciously and looked at him.

"My sister is so doting that everyone is spoiled. Everything else is easy to say, but as long as it is treated, no one will listen. I've been told a few times, and she annoyed me. Every time I have an operation, she will send someone to stand guard outside and say something about the operating room. I'm sorry, I'll bring bacteria in. Don't worry, I've sent the lamas of the tribe, so there's no problem."

At the level of your sister, and her spoiled temperament, even if you send a god in, that god must follow your sister's arrangement. The difference between this faction and no sect is probably the effect of rescue afterwards. This is still the case. In fact, Zhang Qingshan knew that the injury on Xiang Fuli's thigh was not as serious as expected: the bullet was penetrated, and the bones were not damaged. If it was missing a doctor or a medicine, everyone would at most take a thin stick, wrap it in a medicinal cotton, take some disinfectant potion, and pass two into the wound that was penetrated, disinfect it, and then bandage it with some medicine. How could it be so delicate? But the problem is that the words of Lausanne really made Zhang Qingshan worry the more he thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the more anxious he became.

Hearing his longing, Zhang Qingshan didn't have this time, so he pulled him up and pushed him immediately and urged him: "Don't say so much, help me try it or not, I'm really worried if I see it with my own eyes."

"ah!"

From a distance, I heard a scream. The desolate scream was as miserable as a pig slaughter. Zhang Qingshan's hands trembled, slashed his horse hard, and rushed forward quickly.

He rushed outside the bread and was stopped by the two women. Just as Zhang Qingshan pulled Lausanne to ask him to translate, he heard another scream from the bread "Ah!"

Zhang Qingshan knew that Xiang Fuli was not only a veteran, but also injured and was also respectful, but he screamed so badly in front of a girl. He was definitely unable to suppress his hand over it. He just felt extremely painful and could not help but handed it over: cleaning a wound can make a veteran man scream so badly. Are you really treating him as the target of practicing?

But the two door gods at the door refused to let go.

"What is that?"

Zhou Baoyu next to Yi was also very anxious, but this kid was really clever. Seeing this, he suddenly pointed to the left and shouted. Then, while everyone turned their heads and looked to the left, he pushed Zhang Qingshan down.

Zhang Qingshan came to his senses instantly, and was pushed by him. He immediately squeezed forward and forced himself through the two door gods. Then, he opened the cloth door and stepped in.

Regardless of Yangjin Lanze's medical skills, as a specialized treatment of bread, the decoration inside is really similar to that of a field hospital: medicines and the like are placed on the right, and there are three beds isolated with cloth curtains on the left. What is most surprising is that the medical staff here are actually wearing white coats. These serious external hardware have been seen in this remote area for the first time, and are absolutely deceptive. If you had not listened to Lausanne's words, Zhang Qingshan would never question the other party's medical skills.

"ah!"

Before Zhang Qingshan could look carefully, he heard a scream that was even more miserable than before. Zhang Qingshan was so scared that he rushed over and shouted loudly: "Welfare, Welfare, why are you so sad!"

After rushing to the operating bed a few steps, Zhang Qingshan was stunned: This person is not Xiang Fuli!

During the battle, this person's little finger and ring finger were cut off, and his middle finger had to be removed immediately due to signs of infection. I don't know what he was thinking, but he actually asked not to use expensive anesthetics, not even use soup, and insisted on binding him firmly.

The scream that Zhang Qingshan heard when he first came in was Yang Jin Lanze cutting off his middle finger, so he screamed the most miserable thing!

Fortunately, they were busy with concentration, and no one looked up at Zhang Qingshan. Otherwise, they would definitely see Zhang Qingshan's rare embarrassing smile.

"Captain, I'm here."

Zhang Qingshan turned his head and looked at Xiang Fuli was sitting on the bed in the middle.

It would be fine if I didn't look at it. Zhang Qingshan was frightened: Xiang Fuli was covered with a thin blanket, but he was sweating profusely. What was particularly scary was that his face was redder than the monkey's butt. And next to him, there was a woman slapping him.

"Welfare, what's wrong with you? Tell me where I feel uncomfortable?"

“I am fine.”

"Very good?" Looking at Fuli, she looked down at him and didn't dare to look at him, but Zhang Qingshan said anxiously: "Is it too hot? If it's too hot, don't cover it."

Zhang Qingshan said while lifting the thin blanket on Xiang Fuli's lower body, but frightened Xiang Fuli, grabbed Zhang Qingshan's hand and said anxiously: "It's not hot, it's not hot, there's no need to lift the blanket."

"You are sweating profusely if you are not hot, and your face is so abnormal."

"I am! Captain, don't worry."

"You are my comrade and my comrade-in-arms, how can I ignore it? Tell me, why?"

Under Zhang Qingshan's forced, Xiang Fuli had to whisper the reason.

The weather on this plain is changing rapidly, but it’s too hot, so everyone just wears trousers. They don’t think anything is wrong at ordinary times, but Xiang Fuli’s thigh is injured. If someone wants to treat him, they have to take off his pants.

Although Tibetans are enthusiastic and generous, generous people often do things carelessly, not to mention that these "nurses" who follow Yangjin Ranze to study medicine have long been used to the importance of rescue of patients. Who can care about the etiquette? Although they blushed afterwards, they became numb afterwards. This is normal for medical staff, but Xiang Fuli is depressed. Now, after he was pulled close to the medical bag, he originally wanted to invite everyone out, but he took off his pants by himself. Naturally, these beautiful medical staff refused, and both sides pulled and pulled up. As a result, Yangjin Ranze spoke. The nurses rushed over and forced their pants. If Xiang Fuli had not grabbed a blanket by his bed quickly, he would have been so embarrassed that he would hide under the bed and dig a hole.

After listening to the story of Xiang Fuli, Zhang Qingshan wanted to laugh, but was embarrassed to smile in front of Xiang Fuli, so he had to endure it and enlighten him: "Comrade Welfare, you have to remember that you are a patient now, they are doctors and nurses."

Xiang Fuli said anxiously: "I know, but captain, is this considered a violation of the party and government military rules? I really didn't mean it. They insisted on doing this, I and I will no longer treat it."

What a good comrade, what a simple comrade, what a lovely comrade.

Zhang Qingshan was a little moved and quickly stopped him from getting up, and pretended to be serious with a stern face: "Comrade Fuli, it's wrong for you to think so."

Seeing Xiang Fuli looking over in confusion, Zhang Qingshan smiled gently and said, "If you are injured, you must be treated. Otherwise, how can you continue to the Long March, don't talk. I know what you are going to say. Now, I will tell you: You are a soldier, and if you are injured, you must obey the arrangements of the medical staff. You just need to obey. Remember, this is the order."

In fact, Zhang Qingshan didn't know how to comfort and benefit the matter at this time, so he could only use military orders.

"Can"

"Don't tell me anything else, I'll ask you: Are you still a soldier of our Red Army?"

"yes!"

"Since you still recognize your identity, then you must execute the command now."

"Yes! Ensure the task is completed."

At this moment, the curtain on the left was opened, and Yang Kanzelan, a lama and a nurse came over and Zhang Qingshan took the initiative to move out of his way, and glanced at the wounded on the far left, and saw that a nurse was bandaging him. Out of curiosity, he glanced at the wounded on the bed on the right, but saw that a nurse was giving him an injection, probably anesthetic.

Before Yangjin Lanze could speak, he begged Fuli: "Gesanghua, can you please let me wear pants first? Even if you give me a pair of shorts."

"I'll have to have surgery later. Time is tight, you"

At this moment, a sacred, noble, and extremely professional temperament exploded on Yangjin Lanze, which was completely different from the lively and simple little princess I saw before. Zhang Qingshan was a little impressed and couldn't help thinking: Just because you wore a white coat, you showed completely different temperaments before and after, it can be seen that you really want to save lives and heal the wounded, and you can also reflect the kindness in your heart. It's just a pity that your inner and outer environment and time have left you without the time and opportunity to further your studies.

And Yangan Zheran was probably inspired by the begging eyes of Fuli. Halfway through, she glanced at the left and right, pointed to the white piece hanging by the wall and said, "Cover this for him."

When she said this, her face was still extremely solemn and professional.

"I'll do it myself." Xiang Fuli almost snatched the white cloth from the nurse, put his hands into the thin blanket, and it was done in a few moments.

However, when Yangjin Lanze uncovered the thin blanket, he frowned when he saw Xiang Fuli's wound and said a few words to the nurse who had previously fanned Xiang Fuli, and the nurse also replied a few words in a low voice. Although he couldn't understand, he could tell from her solemn expression and the aggrieved expression of the nurse's face that something was wrong.
Chapter completed!