An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 274 Infection
Meng Youyou's residence is a single room converted from an abandoned shipping container.

Upon entering the room, the visibility suddenly dimmed. This simple dormitory had no windows. Meng Youyou subconsciously turned on the light, but after a couple of seconds, she reached out and turned it off, thinking that it would be good to save some electricity.

Walking to the table made of stacked wooden crates, Meng Youyou picked up the kettle and shook it, feeling the weight of the water inside. She then took out the small white paper packet from her pocket.

The paper package was folded several times. Meng Youyou took it apart and looked through the bag. Inside were three round, pale white tablets. She could count them at a glance. This was her quota, which was only allocated to her after repeated coordination by the military doctor at the battalion's emergency station.

Meng Youyou carefully poured out a pill, picked it up with her fingertips and was about to put it in her mouth, but then suddenly stopped.

Meng Youyou lowered her eyes to look at the white pills in her hand, her gaze gradually losing focus as she fell into deep thought.

Four days ago, when Meng Youyou was working the night shift alone, a sharp, unusual pain suddenly shot through her ear canal. The static in her headphones was still crackling, but she assumed it was just nerve strain from days of listening to the sounds, frowned, rubbed her ear, and didn't think much of it.

It wasn't until I got back to the container dormitory and splashed cold water on my face that I realized something was wrong. I gently wiped my ear canal with my fingertip and found some slightly sticky, pale yellow liquid.

Summers in L Mountain are hot and rainy. The hot and humid climate, coupled with the nature of their work involving wearing sealed headphones for extended periods, often causes the ear canals of frontline monitoring personnel to become red and swollen. Cases of infection and inflammation are a constant occurrence on the front lines.

Over the phone, the military doctor at the battalion's emergency station informed Meng Youyou that recent localized skirmishes between the two sides had resulted in a large number of non-seriously wounded soldiers stranded at the front lines. Various types of medical supplies, mainly anti-inflammatory and antibacterial drugs, were in severe shortage, and there were currently no corresponding drug resources available for injuries such as ear canal infections.

Whenever our army advances to the forward positions, it usually seizes key high ground immediately. This time is no exception. Several newly established outposts of our army directly threaten the Y army's most important supply lines. The enemy is unwilling to lose strategic locations and has recently been organizing two to three platoon-level raids per day on average to test the weaknesses of our new defensive lines. The continuous and frequent fighting has led to a surge in our daily number of wounded, and the rate of consumption of medicine is three times higher than before the war.

This is actually a common phenomenon in the post-war period.

Of course, the military doctor did not give a definitive answer. He subtly hinted to Meng Youyou that he would register her medication application and put her in the queue. If new drugs became available later, he would do his best to arrange them for her.

The words were spoken in a very cryptic way, and Meng Youyou understood the gist of it. It meant that our army would soon have an emergency plan to increase the supply of logistical materials, but due to the confidentiality system, the specific time and plan could not be told to Meng Youyou.

In short, we'll have to wait for further notice.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. When Meng Youyou received the call from the military doctor last night, she had almost no expectations.

Two hours ago, there was a significant commotion coming from the highway in Area A. Although her monitoring post was not directly connected to the logistics line, she had some idea of ​​what was going on—our supply convoy had been attacked by the enemy, who intended to seize the supplies. Our personnel held the convoy to the death, and in the end, most of the supplies were destroyed.

"Within my authority, all I can give you right now is a few painkillers," Meng Youyou heard the person on the other end of the call sigh softly, "The rest... there's really nothing else I can do." The young man's hoarse and tired voice was full of helplessness.

These were the army doctor's exact words. Meng Youyou immediately understood what he meant; she guessed that the painkillers must have been taken from the few remaining boxes of supplies that our convoy had managed to protect that night.

This wasn't the ideal solution. Painkillers only provided temporary relief from Meng Youyou's ear discomfort, offering no real cure. But there was no better option at the moment. Meng Youyou knew the military doctor had done everything he could. Everyone was counting on him to alleviate her pain, treat her injuries, and bring her hope.

But he was just a doctor. Every day he had to face countless pleading eyes. One after another, wounded soldiers would arrive and ask him in weak but hopeful voices, "Doctor, can you...?" "Doctor, do you have...?" However, he couldn't conjure up enough medicine with his bare hands to meet everyone's needs.

Suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted Meng Youyou's thoughts. She put the pills she was holding tightly into the white paper package again.

Cook Da Lei stood at the door, wearing a military green smock with some soot on the cuffs. He was clutching a small glass bottle tightly in his hand. When he saw someone approaching, he hurriedly said, "Comrade Xiao Meng, why didn't you ask me to boil salt water after you finished your night shift today?" His words carried a hint of reproach, but mostly concern.

“You can’t forget about this while you’re busy; you have to treat it as an important matter.” Da Lei took half a step forward. “Comrade Xiao Meng, let me tell you, ear infections must be rinsed with saline solution regularly. You can’t just rinse once and then leave it empty; that won’t be effective. I’ve been on the front lines for quite a few years now, and I’ve cured hundreds of people with this method. You have to trust me on this.” As he spoke, the man pushed the saline bottle forward again.

Meng Youyou looked at the saline bottle held in front of her, her eyes darting around. She hesitated several times, wanting to speak but then stopped. After a moment of hesitation, she finally decided to speak frankly: "Brother Da Lei, I feel like my ears are getting worse these past two days. I'm not sure if the problem is with this saline solution, but just to be on the safe side, I'd like to try stopping it for a while and see what happens."

Da Lei's hand, holding the bottle, froze in mid-air, no more than two inches from her body. Meng Youyou could clearly feel the heat emanating from the bottle; the water inside was still warm, it must have been freshly boiled and brought to her.

The saline solution that Da Lei brought, although it was packaged in a clean and transparent medical glass bottle, was not original physiological saline. Instead, it was made by boiling ordinary tap water and then adding salt in a certain proportion.

This "battlefield-specific saline solution" is actually quite common for cleaning superficial cuts, minor burns, or ear infections. The war zone is fundamentally different from the rear; regardless of supply lines, sterile water is a luxury, always prioritized for surgical debridement of severely wounded patients and intravenous medication.

As Zhang Dalei said, this specially made saline solution for battlefield use is indeed effective in reducing the infection of wounds. It is a survival wisdom that has been repeatedly verified in practice. Otherwise, it would not have been written into the medic's routine treatment manual and become a clearly stipulated operating procedure.

But now... the facts are right in front of us.

Zhang Dalei held a flashlight up to Meng Youyou's inner ear canal, and Meng Youyou vaguely thought she heard him gasp. The man stammered, "Comrade Meng, it's all festering inside you! If you really can't get antibiotics, why don't you apply to be transferred back to the rear for treatment?"

Receiving no response, Zhang Dalei glanced at Meng Youyou's expression. The girl's lips were pressed into a straight line, so much so that the words he wanted to say were stuck in his chest, neither coming out nor going out.

What he just said was not an exaggeration. He had actually used this method to cure many patients with ear infections, and nine out of ten people saw improvement after using it; the effectiveness speaks for itself.

But there are always exceptions. Homemade saline solution is naturally not as hygienic as sterile saline solution. If she's unlucky enough to be one of those unfortunate cases, she could be in big trouble.

The flashlight beam swayed back and forth as Zhang Dalei carefully chose his words: "If you keep delaying this, it might cause a perforation."

The man's voice deepened, "I've seen several communications officers ruined their careers this way. They all used to have very sharp ears, but after their eardrums perforated, they gradually became partially deaf."