The Cultivator's Reborn to 1970s-Chapter 146 - 121

"Sister-in-law, hello!" Zhao Li chuckled heartily, looking honest and somewhat resembling Jiang Xiaoshan.

Lan Tian stepped forward, activated his Qi Observation Skill, and noticed that this person was also surrounded by a strong aura of virtue, only not as dense as Mo Junhua’s, dense enough to become substantial.

This man seems unfamiliar, did not see him in Mo Junhua’s subordinates in the past life - probably left the military because of his leg injury, given how strong his virtue aura was, he should have been doing well after transitioning out.

"Girl, take a look at his leg." Mo Junhua moved forward, pulling back the blanket to reveal Zhao Li’s hidden leg.

Zhao Li’s leg was indeed severe; from his ankle to his knee, the muscles were swollen, ballooned up, with wounds that festered, oozing thick red-yellow fluid and a faint foul smell, no wonder doctors suggested amputation.

"Below his knee, the muscles are almost necrotic, and the meridians inside are severely blocked, which is why the wound has festered. It’s correct to amputate; if it continues like this, it’s waiting for death," Lan Tian explained as she observed, glancing at Zhao Li.

Zhao Li’s expression stiffened for a moment, but he quickly reverted to his usual grin and laughed with Mo Junhua, "If I die, then so be it. At least I’ve fought on the battlefield and killed many enemies. In eighteen years, I’ll be a hero again."

Upon hearing Lan Tian’s words, the expressions of Su Qing and Zhang Tian turned very grave.

Mo Junhua glanced at Lan Tian, noting her calm demeanor that didn’t seem unsure, and turned to scold Zhao Li, "Shut up. Girl, is there any hope for his leg?"

Is there hope?

Hearing the battalion commander’s words, Su Qing, Zhang Tian, and Zhao Li stared blankly at Lan Tian.

Their hearts felt like they were gripped in someone’s hand, both anxious and expectant.

"It can be saved, but I have a condition. You can’t tell anyone about this, I really dislike trouble," Lan Tian stated. If word got out, she wouldn’t be able to do anything else; if people from the military sought her out for treatment, whether to see them or not would be a dilemma. If the authorities investigate, it would take them at least half a year to a year to reach a conclusion. What if someone abused their power and asked her to treat people outside?

Just thinking about that scenario gave Lan Tian a headache, and she suddenly regretted her decision for making it too rashly, feeling it wasn’t worth muddying her life for such little virtue.

Mo Junhua noticed Lan Tian’s hesitance and immediately assured, "Don’t worry, I’ll handle this. I’ll ensure it is done flawlessly, and no one will know it was you who saved him."

Scanning Su Qing and the others, Zhang Tian, being cunning, caught the battalion commander’s glance and signaled Su Qing and Zhao Li. The three patted their chests and promised Lan Tian, "Sister-in-law, only we few will know about this, we’ll take it to our graves, not telling anyone, and swear on a soldier’s honor."

Lan Tian didn’t know what a soldier’s honor entailed, but seeing their solemn salutes and oaths, she found it hard to refuse. Considering their service for the country, for their homes, and for the peace of the land, plus the virtue involved, Lan Tian decided to treat him.

"What do you think?" Lan Tian asked Zhao Li, "I should tell you upfront, I’m not a doctor. Whether it works depends on your luck. It’s up to you if you want the treatment or not."

Zhao Li looked at Mo Junhua, whose expression was stern, saying, "Your sister-in-law’s family has been in the medical practice for generations," not saying more, leaving the decision in his hands.

The worst case scenario was death; Zhao Li nodded, "Treat me."

"I need warm water, towels, gauze, and alcohol, can you manage that?" Lan Tian asked, looking towards Mo Junhua.

Mo Junhua nodded, his gaze meeting Zhang Tian’s. With a shared glance, Zhang Tian, laughing with Su Qing, soon left and returned, Su Qing carrying two large buckets filled with hot water. Zhang Tian, holding a bundle of uncut gauze, an medical box, a towel over his shoulder, and carrying two jars of alcohol, closed and bolted the door as they entered.

"I’ve told the doctors over there that the battalion commander and Zhao Li need a good talk and to not come over today, I’ll notify them," Zhang Tian put down the gauze, said.

Lan Tian looked at Zhang Tian, impressed by his meticulousness.

"What medicine?" Su Qing came over to look after setting down the bucket, and Zhang Tian also looked up curiously.

Lan Tian glanced at Su Qing, "If you want to try it, I can give you one." His expression was very serious, as if he was about to pour it out for him to taste.

Su Qing waved his hand, "No need, I’m not sick."

Lan Tian looked disappointed, which scared Su Qing so much that his face turned pale, grateful that he hadn’t eaten it just now, not knowing what would have happened if he had.

Zhang Tian glared at him, could medicine be taken so carelessly? It’s not candy.

Mo Junhua glanced at the pills in his hand, then handed them to Zhao Li, "Eat it."

Zhao Li held the pill, glanced at Mo Junhua, then looked sideways to Lan Tian, who had a cold expression and an indifferent gaze towards Zhao Li, as if he was detached from the situation, he looked at the pill, closed his eyes, and swallowed it cleanly.

In less than a minute, Zhao Li suddenly fell down, sprawling on the bed like a dead fish, startling both Su Qing and Zhang Tian who then looked back at Lan Tian, "Sister-in-law?"

Lan Tian glanced at them lightly, "He just fainted, we can begin now."

After preparing everything, Lan Tian stepped back a few steps, looked at Mo Junhua, and said, "You should have the experience, first dig out the rotting flesh from his wound, then forcefully squeeze out the pus from his leg, after the pus is cleaned out and blood comes out, then we can talk."

Su Qing and Zhang Tian were stunned, wasn’t it said that sister-in-law could treat illnesses? How did it become the battalion commander acting?

Unseen by anyone in the room, Mo Junhua tensed his body for a moment, then relaxed, rolled up his sleeves, and took out his military knife. Zhang Tian opened the medical box, took out an alcohol lamp from inside, and lit it, Mo Junhua went over, and disinfected the military knife by heating it in the flame.

When it was about time, holding the military knife in one hand and grabbing Zhao Li’s leg with the other, his expression stern, he cut down scraping the rotting flesh from his leg, which emitted a foul smell, and pus oozed from the expanded wound.

Su Qing and Zhang Tian were taken aback.

"What are you dazing at? Aren’t you two going to help, one of you use gauze to soak up the pus, the other bring a basin over, to collect the rotting flesh scraped off by Mo Junhua, don’t you see the pus flowing everywhere?" Lan Tian had a calm face, glanced at them, instructing lightly.

The two, stiff as puppets, seemed to come to their senses, and hurriedly went to help, Su Qing holding gauze to catch the rotting flesh, Zhang Tian standing there stupidly with the basin, Mo Junhua gave them a cold glance, and finally, they started to act normally.

Mo Junhua scraped a cut of rotting flesh, Su Qing pulled a section of gauze to soak up the oozing pus, soon there was a pile of yellow gauze on the ground. It took a teacup-sized hole to completely remove the rotting flesh from Zhao Li’s leg, Zhang Tian holding the basin secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Watching the battalion commander scrape, the torment was too much, it would be better to endure a cut himself, he stealthily glanced at the battalion commander, cutting his comrade himself, it must be hard for the battalion commander!

After scraping the rotting flesh, there was still pus to be squeezed, after Su Qing squeezed the pus, the bundle of gauze was almost used up, Zhao Li’s leg had shrunk by more than half.

"Sister-in-law, do you think we need to squeeze more?" Su Qing, sweating profusely, looked back at Lan Tian.

Lan Tian came over, seeing that there was still pus flowing from the wound, shook her head, "No, we need to squeeze more, we need to squeeze out blood, and the blood needs to be bright red."

Su Qing squeezed for a while longer, squeezing out bloody water, the flow of blood was not much, just trickles, only then Lan Tian said it was okay, instructed Zhang Tian to clean up, change Zhao Li’s sheets, wash his leg clean, after cleaning, two buckets of clean warm water turned into dirty water, and Zhao Li’s leg was left with only a layer of flesh clinging to the bone.

Next, it was Lan Tian’s job, Zhang Tian and Su Qing washed their hands with the remaining water, stood aside watching how she would treat Zhao Li’s leg.

Lan Tian first checked if Zhao Li’s leg was clean, looking to see if there was any remaining pus, after checking, she pulled out a peach wood knife from her bag, made an incision at the wound site, cutting a slit on each side, deep into the bone through flesh and skin.

Su Qing opened his mouth, catching a glimpse of Lan Tian’s indifferent expression, he was at a loss for words.

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