Wasteland Border Inspector

Chapter 93 Expert Treatment, Unexpected Injury!

The sun rises and sets as usual.

The faint light at seven in the morning shone through the gap in the curtains, casting a thin, long streak of light on the floor.

Although there's no place like home, even a golden nest or a silver nest can't compare to one's own doghouse.

But Cheng Ye still had to admit that last night was the most comfortable sleep he had had since he transmigrated.

Unlike the complete peace of mind I felt at Brother B's house that night, this comfort was purely physical.

July in Shijiazhuang Province is hardly dry, especially when rain lines linger around the area, the air is always filled with a sticky and annoying sweltering heat.

But this luxurious prosecutor's ward was even equipped with air conditioning, a rare feature.

Once the door was opened, the room remained at a dry 26 degrees Celsius all night, dispelling all the dampness and stuffiness.

What surprised him even more was the new bedding, which was so light and thin that it felt like only a layer of gauze. Yet, when covered with it, it provided just the right amount of envelopment, warm yet not heavy, so comfortable that he almost didn't want to get up.

"No wonder Miao Yang was surprised by the simplicity of my room. He completely neglected to enjoy himself. There are so many good things in this wasteland."

Cheng Ye leaned against the headboard, sighing softly as he pulled back the curtains by the bed and glanced out the window.

A light drizzle began to fall again.

Fine raindrops tapped against the glass, condensing into a thin layer of mist. In the distance, the outline of the South Checkpoint could be vaguely seen, with many dark dots clustered and lingering in front of it.

For migrants, such weather is undoubtedly bad news.

The muddy roads make your steps even heavier, and the damp air attracts hydrophilic infected creatures that like to be active in the rain.

But there's no way around it; leaving a day later brings its own set of problems.

If you've made a plan to leave, you have to leave immediately. Otherwise, if you wait two days and things get disrupted, you'll have even more problems to deal with.

After staring out the window for a while, Cheng Ye got up, grabbed a book from the cupboard, went back to bed, snuggled comfortably into the covers, and began to read slowly.

According to Luo Xiaoxue, he has to stay in this ward until the situation is completely stable before he can leave.

But after dealing with Jiang Chuan yesterday, Cheng Ye had a vague feeling that such a peaceful life might not last long.

If Ding Yishan wanted to test him, the reopening of the checkpoint was the best opportunity.

Only by surviving the influx of infected individuals can one truly distinguish oneself in this land and earn the genuine recognition of one's value from those lurking in the shadows.

As for any danger, he completely ignored it.

Having survived an infection wave and personally killed an advanced fusion entity, Cheng Ye, though still not daring to be overconfident in the wilderness, felt confident that he had nothing to worry about while staying at the checkpoint.

As long as it's not a terrifying being that can instantly annihilate everything, he has plenty of ways to deal with it.

Even if he were to encounter an infected entity at the mother level, he would still have the ability to survive.

Strength is the greatest source of confidence.

Whether it's participating in factional struggles or performing duties at checkpoints, they are no longer as timid and hesitant as before.

Half past eight in the morning.

After finishing the first book, I found it to be full of detailed introductions to common infected creatures in the wilderness, complete with simple illustrations and red-circled weaknesses of the infected.

Cheng Ye watched intently, feeling that he had benefited greatly.

But just as he was about to get out of bed to wash up, someone knocked on the door from the outside.

"Please come in."

He spoke loudly, and sat up slightly.

Unexpectedly, more than a dozen people walked in from outside, all dressed in neat white coats.

"Prosecutor Cheng, I hope I haven't disturbed your rest?"

The middle-aged man at the head of the group smiled with narrowed eyes and bowed slightly, saying, "I am Feng Yaozu, the deputy director of the medical center. I was too busy yesterday and didn't have time to bring the expert team to examine you. I came here specifically to see you. I hope I haven't bothered you."

inquiry?

Goodness, what a huge commotion!

Cheng Ye was taken aback and subconsciously wanted to wave his hand and say that he was fine and there was no need to make such a big fuss.

But then I thought about the upcoming reforms of the medical center. With so many residents in Tianyuan Community, a medical point would have to be set up sooner or later.

Rather than passively picking and choosing from the people assigned by the medical center later, it's better to take advantage of the hospital stay now and quietly take a look at these people first.

If we can recruit one or two reliable people, we can open a community medical point on the pedestrian street in the future. This way, we can treat minor illnesses such as headaches and fevers for the neighbors, and occasionally treat scavengers from outside the area to make some money.

Furthermore, if this model is fully implemented, each community will gradually build up its own medical team.

He thought about it carefully yesterday.

The core purpose of the idealists' push for reform is to strengthen communities, and healthcare is just one key part of that.

As mobile medical points become more deeply integrated with communities, the stronger the community, the more pronounced its ability to attract population will be.

If Tianyuan Community can build a decent large-scale medical center, more and more people will be willing to join in the future.

After all, who wouldn't want to live in a place where they can get medical care promptly and have a secure lifestyle?

In addition, Cheng Ye had an even bolder idea in his mind.

If he were in a medical clinic, he would have no chance to get involved in equipment investment or talent training, and he would be constrained by the system at every turn.

But community medical stations are different.

He could have taken advantage of the fieldwork to bring back some suitable equipment and put it in.

By using the collector to search for medical skills and combining them with action points, we can gradually improve our own and our team's medical capabilities. Perhaps in the future, we will be able to directly combat the source of infection.

Even if they want to leave Happiness City in the future, they can take their team with them and immediately establish a medical infrastructure.

Wait, why are we thinking about leaving Happiness City and severely damaging the checkpoint again?
Cheng Ye shook his head, all the thoughts flashing through his mind like lightning, and quickly put on a natural smile: "How can you say it's a disturbance? It's clearly me who has caused trouble for everyone."

"Director Feng, my minor illness is really not worth troubling so many experts to make the trip. I'm so sorry."

"Would you like to begin the inspection if it's convenient?"

"it is good!"

Cheng Ye nodded, then decisively took off his short-sleeved shirt, revealing his body covered in bruises and some areas with an unnatural dark red tinge, clearly indicating that his internal injuries had not yet healed.

A collective gasp filled the room, especially among the younger experts in the back row, whose faces showed undisguised astonishment, with some even instinctively opening their mouths wide.

Tsk tsk tsk, his acting skills are not as good as Da Long's.

This is Cheng Ye's assessment.

Look at Director Feng, his expression is spot on.

The expression was a mix of surprise and just the right amount of emotion, with a hint of shame for not noticing the injury in time—a nuanced and controlled performance.

These days, simple shock tactics are outdated!

"Prosecutor Cheng, please lie down!" Feng Yaozu stepped forward immediately, his voice urgent. "Such a serious injury, why didn't anyone report it yesterday? That's incredibly negligent!"

He then abruptly turned to look behind him: "Xiao Wei! Immediately raise Prosecutor Cheng's medical level to 'critical care.' Starting today, a chief physician must come to examine him every morning and afternoon and record his recovery progress at all times!"

"Yes, director!"

A young man wearing glasses in the crowd quickly responded and began taking notes on his tablet.

Seeing this, Cheng Ye couldn't help but chuckle to himself. Sure enough, the familiar old tricks were the most effective.

It has been passed down from the modern era to the wasteland for decades or even centuries without being lost. It would be a real shame if the collector didn't record it.

However, before the smile could fully bloom in his heart, his expression suddenly changed.

As he lay down, Feng Yaozu put on sterile gloves and seemingly casually pressed a few spots on his back.

"hiss"

A sharp pain suddenly shot up, as if a red-hot needle had been plunged into his bones. Cheng Ye's muscles tensed instantly, and he was just short of opening the panel to equip his Iron Body!
Damn, why does it hurt so much?

"There is already a minor bone fracture, and there is also deep soft tissue contusion."

Feng Yaozu is highly skilled and he pressed on several more spots, making the pain increasingly noticeable.

“Here, and here, the pain intensifies significantly when pressed, indicating that the damage is much more severe than it appears on the surface. I can tell without even using any instruments.”

Seeing Cheng Ye wince in pain, he withdrew his hand, took off his gloves, and slowly explained, "Inspector Cheng, I know that you combat personnel who are about to go to the front lines always feel that this kind of injury is nothing, at most just some skin pain. But you must not underestimate these 'skin wounds,' injuries are accumulated little by little."

He paused, his gaze falling on Cheng Ye's taut shoulders and neck, his tone becoming more earnest: "I said the same thing to your father back then, but he didn't take it seriously, because that was a crucial moment for our Happiness City to expand its territory, and we had to step up even if we were sick."

"But you are still so young, this is the time to lay a foundation. If you don't pay attention to recovery now, your physical functions will decline precipitously after you turn 28, your peak period will be fleeting, and it will be extremely difficult to make progress after that."

Was I really that badly injured?
Cheng Ye pursed his lips and sat up, all his previous contempt disappearing. He clasped his hands together.

"Thank you for the reminder, Director Feng."

"Prosecutor Cheng, you're too kind."

It was visibly clear that Feng Yaozu's smile had deepened.

Immediately afterwards, the expert team following behind him took turns stepping forward. Some, like Feng Yaozu, pressed down with their palms, gradually increasing the pressure.

Someone took a smooth-edged metal scraper and gently rubbed it on his skin to observe the muscle's reaction.

There was also an elderly expert wearing reading glasses, holding a thin, cone-shaped probe, precisely applying pressure to several key acupoints.

Although the methods are different, the feelings they evoke are exactly the same.

Excruciating pain!

Cheng Ye's forehead quickly beaded with sweat, especially when it came to the examination of his lower back. The old expert with the probe kept shaking his head as he pressed on the area, and his solemn expression made one's eyelids twitch.

However, Cheng Ye also noticed something: despite the large number of people present, no one was using any instruments, relying entirely on touch and experience for diagnosis. Seeing the confusion in his eyes, Feng Yaozu promptly explained, "Prosecutor Cheng, do you find it strange that we're not using instruments? There's no special reason; it's just that instruments are too delicate. If they break, you have to wait for parts to repair them; if they run out of power, they're just scrap metal. In an emergency, when there are many wounded, you can't just sit there staring at a broken instrument, can you?"

“Especially in the wilderness, there’s no way to carry an X-ray machine and ultrasound equipment while running with the team.”

“But skills and experience are different. They can be passed down from generation to generation. To become an expert in our Happiness City, the key performance indicator is to be able to quickly diagnose the illness and come up with a treatment plan. As for those instruments, they are mostly used to help assess the recovery once the condition has stabilized. They are not considered necessities.”

"understood."

Cheng Ye nodded slightly.

This is a novel idea, but upon closer examination, it makes sense.

Wastelanders don't have high demands for medical care. Those who really need to lie in the medical clinic are mostly people with external injuries like his, such as knife wounds, gunshot wounds, and sprains. Those with tumors or terminal illnesses that require sophisticated instruments to diagnose are often carried away before they can even get a bed.

External injuries are precisely where doctors' experience is most tested, and over time, abandoning instruments becomes understandable.

A group of experts gathered in a corner of the living room and began to discuss treatment plans in hushed tones.

For some reason, Cheng Ye suddenly felt a surge of emotion.

The somewhat deliberate "performance" of these experts earlier was perhaps a rule they had to follow in order to survive in this environment.

"Prosecutor Cheng, according to our estimates, you will need to be hospitalized for about a month."

"We will send the first set of Kangyu medicine as soon as possible, three bottles a day, via intravenous infusion."

Feng Yaozu walked over and said earnestly, "Also, if you have some time now, why don't you come with us to the outpatient building and receive a more rigorous diagnosis using the equipment?"

Cheng Ye nodded.

He hasn't equipped himself with the Wild Grass Physique he found from Jiang Chuan yesterday.

This is a good opportunity to use the data from the instruments to verify the bonuses provided by the physique of wild grass.

Ten o'clock in the morning.

The complete test report was delivered expedited almost immediately after he completed the test.

Cheng Ye took the report and glanced at the first page, which featured a simplified human figure.

Different body parts were marked with different colors. He roughly counted them: there were six black areas, four purple areas, twelve red areas, and the rest were all yellow.

The accompanying text description suggests that black indicates the need for immediate treatment.

Purple and red rashes require long-term observation and treatment, while yellow rashes can be treated at home with medication to recover gradually.

Turning the page revealed even more detailed data, but unfortunately, he couldn't understand it at all.

"I need to find a medical skill as soon as possible. It will be a huge disadvantage if I don't know how to treat patients when I'm on field duty."

Cheng Ye pondered this in his mind, then took the report and returned to his room.

As soon as I stepped into the corridor, I saw Garcia next door slowly taking a walk to recover. When he saw me coming, he immediately put on a smile and greeted me.

Cheng Ye thought that this guy would finally be able to resist making a few sarcastic remarks today, but he didn't expect Garcia's composure to be so extraordinary.

Not only did he not show any mockery, but he also kept asking about their well-being, acting as if the two of them had long been on the same side.

You really don't hold grudges?

Of course not, Cheng Ye thought to himself, wary. This kind of smiling tiger was much more difficult to deal with than those spoiled brats.

He's not afraid of doing things openly, but he's afraid of resorting to underhanded tricks and dirty tricks.

“Prosecutor Cheng, I am your personal nurse, Wei Zhou.”

It was the young guard who had been standing behind Feng Yaozu earlier. He paused and added, "If you need a female caregiver, I can provide one immediately."

"no need."

Cheng Ye waved his hand directly, "I have to turn over and apply medicine to my injury every day, it's too inconvenient for a female nurse to take care of me."

He never intended to indulge in any pleasures at the medical clinic, after all, his enemy lived next door, so it was better to be cautious.

Besides, Wei Zhou's ability to stay by Director Feng's side all this time suggests that he must be someone of unusual status.

Sure enough, his guess was soon proven true.

“My father and grandfather were both experts. They used to travel around with the pioneering corps, but unfortunately, they both developed health problems and can only stay at home to recuperate now.”

As Wei Zhou spoke, he even comforted him, "Your injury isn't serious. As long as you recover properly, it definitely won't affect your future martial arts training."

"Ah."

Cheng Ye suppressed the urge to pry into information upon their first meeting and sat quietly.

He let Wei Zhou pick up the puncture needle and insert it into his skin. The other end of the needle was connected to an IV bottle hanging at the head of the bed, which contained prepared liquid.

Somewhat surprisingly, tiny, faintly glowing metallic particles were suspended in the liquid.

In modern times, this would definitely be considered a medical malpractice case, but in the current environment, it seems perfectly normal.

"This is?"

"All three bottles today contain healing medicine with added Ironbone Beast mutated crystal powder, which has a special strengthening and restorative effect on bones," Wei Zhou explained while adjusting the infusion rate. "We need to treat the bone injury first before we can treat the bruise."

"Isn't it cheap?"

"Yes, a bottle sells for 60 contribution points, but don't worry, it's all recorded on the checkpoint's books."

so expensive?
Cheng Ye raised an eyebrow. No wonder the checkpoint was always so poor.

Salary aside, nobody cares about those happiness coins; they'd be fine even if they had to pay out of pocket to go to work every month.

The real value lies in these hidden benefits, such as these three bottles of medicine, which together amount to 180 points.

"Wait a minute, didn't Garcia's treatment already cost over a thousand points in the game?"

This cancer!

Just then, the cool liquid flowed into my body through the IV tube, and the previously painful areas quickly felt warm.

It felt like countless tiny warm currents were flowing through my veins, soothing my damaged muscles and bones.

Cheng Ye let out a comfortable sigh, and his tense body relaxed.

"One bottle takes 45 minutes. I'll be waiting in the living room. Please call me anytime if you have any other requests."

"it is good."

Cheng Ye nodded and leaned against the headboard to continue reading books about infected organisms.

These ordinary days gave him a sudden, almost unsettling feeling of returning to the modern world.

Although the thrill of fighting infected beings was gone, the efforts of the previous three months seemed all the more worthwhile.

At noon, the meal consisted of four packets of nutritional syrup.

The medical center probably gave him two extra large pieces of synthetic meat just to take care of him, the wounded soldier.

But because he was light-tasting, Cheng Ye tore off a few bites and found them tasteless.

"If only I had a bowl of spicy stir-fried pork noodles right now, along with some fried peanuts, smashed cucumber, and a couple of beers, that would be so comforting."

Unfortunately, I can only think about it in my head.

In this region of Shijiazhuang, not only are soil-grown vegetables affected, but even hydroponics are impacted.

An invisible, extraordinary curse has long since severed the connection between this land and its cultivation.

Perhaps the higher-ups in Happiness City know the solution, but the enjoyment they feel on the surface is not important to the wastelanders.

Wait until all three bottles of fluid are finished.

Cheng Ye made an excuse, slipped out of the hospital, and boarded a bus back to the city.

The Lv2 Iron Body consumed a full 107 bags of nutrient solution, so this Lv3 Wild Grass Physique must have consumed even more.

Drinking hundreds of bags of nutritional syrup in a medical clinic is too conspicuous; it's practically telling everyone that there's something wrong with him.

Going back home and finishing my drink there before coming back will only take an hour or two.

Even when purchasing nutrient solution, Cheng Ye no longer needs to personally go out. He simply asks a resident of Tianyuan Community to pass on the message, and Da Long quickly arrives upon hearing the news.

"Go buy 150200 bags of nutrient solution and deliver them to my room. Here's the key."

Cheng Ye handed over the key, then took out a handful of "happiness coins," totaling over a thousand yuan. "Keep the extras with you. Use them to buy things for me next time. I'll need your help a lot in the future."

"It's no trouble at all, sir! Doing something for you is hardly a trouble!"

Da Long chuckled sheepishly, turned around, and hurriedly left.

Cheng Ye stared at the retreating figure for a moment, feeling that after asking Jiang Chuan how to improve his ordinary tendons and ligaments yesterday, Da Long seemed to have become more and more respectful towards him.

In just half an hour.

Even though nutrient solution is still under control, thanks to the influence of Tianyuan Community and the excuse that "everyone is hungry and needs to be replenished," they still easily obtained five boxes of nutrient solution from the Supply Bureau.

"Thanks."

After taking the keys, Cheng Ye turned and walked a few steps, then couldn't help but let out a light whistle.

Just two weeks ago, Prosecutor Cheng was all alone, with hardly anyone in his contact list to call and chat with. Now, however, he's acting like a local tyrant.

It's no exaggeration to say that in Zone B-7, he can easily mobilize thousands of people to run errands with just a word.

Compared to before, this situation is far better than it used to be.

Cheng Ye couldn't help but laugh out loud at the thought of Liu Bi's surprised expression when he returned and saw this scene.

Life in this wasteland is getting better and better!
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