Courtyard House: After disbanding the Elderly Care Gang, I went to the countryside to cultivate immo

When Lin Shengli arrived at the brigade headquarters, a large crowd had already gathered there.

Several young men hurriedly carried a person on a door panel, followed by a woman and child crying and wailing—it was Hu Dashan's wife and his mother.

Hu Dashan lay on the door panel, his face pale, covered in cold sweat, and gasping for breath in pain.

His left calf was bent at an abnormal angle, and his trouser leg was soaked in blood, which was still spreading. It was clear that he had suffered a serious fall, with fractures and external injuries.

Squad leader Hu Guangming frowned, crouched down to examine the injuries, and asked, "What happened? You're injured like this!"

One of the young men carrying the man, panting heavily, said, "When we were placing trees over in the North Gully, a tree fell and picked up a rock. It rolled down the slope and hit Brother Dashan. He didn't dodge properly, slipped, and rolled down, hitting his leg on a rock..."

"Hurry up and hitch up the cart, take it to the township health center!" Hu Guangming immediately ordered. From Heisonggou Village to the township, it would take more than two hours by oxcart, and the road was in poor condition.

Hu Dashan's wife, holding their child, cried, "It's such a long way, and Dashan is bleeding like crazy. Will he make it to the clinic? What are we going to do?!"

Hu Dashan's mother collapsed to the ground, slapping her thigh: "My son! This is terrible!"

The onlookers discussed among themselves, their faces filled with worry and sympathy.

In these days, a strong laborer is the pillar of the family. If his leg is crippled, the family will have an even harder time in the future. Moreover, judging from the amount of bleeding, it's hard to say whether he can even make it to the clinic.

Lin Shengli squeezed to the front and said in a deep voice, "Captain Hu, let me take a look first."

Hu Guangming looked up and saw Lin Shengli. He was taken aback for a moment: "Shengli? You can read?"

"I know a little first aid, and I can stop the bleeding and bandage. It will take too long to get to the village now, so I need to treat the wound first, stop the bleeding, and then immobilize the leg. Otherwise, the bumpy ride will make the injury worse." Lin Shengli's tone was calm and unquestionable.

Looking into his calm and confident eyes, and then at Hu Dashan's increasingly pale face and bleeding leg, Hu Guangming gritted his teeth: "Fine! You deal with him first! Quickly, carry Dashan to the brigade office! Does anyone have a clean white cloth? Bring it quickly!"

The group quickly carried Hu Dashan onto the earthen bed in the brigade headquarters. Lin Shengli asked Hu Changgui to help hold down Hu Dashan's upper body, and two strong young members of the commune held down his legs.

"Brother Dashan, bear with it, let me check your injury," Lin Shengli said, reaching into his waistband and pulling out a small knife.

These are things he found in the warehouses of Shina. While sorting through them, he discovered that this little knife was quite useful, so he always carried it with him, sheath and all.

Carefully cut open Hu Dashan's trouser leg with a knife.

The wound was exposed—a deep laceration, the skin and flesh turned inside out, revealing white bone fragments, with blood gushing out. The tibia was clearly broken, piercing the skin and forming an open fracture.

The injuries were indeed serious. In this rural area where medical care and medicine are scarce, the injuries could easily lead to infection and even endanger life.

The onlookers gasped in shock, and Hu Dashan's wife nearly fainted.

Lin Shengli remained calm. Although he was not a doctor in his previous life, his spiritual sense was strong after cultivating immortality, and he had a thorough understanding of human anatomy. In addition, he had studied many Chinese medicine classics and first aid knowledge in the cave, so he was confident in dealing with this kind of external fracture.

More importantly, he has the magic spring water.

He first took out Hu Dashan's belt and tied it tightly around his thigh.

"Hot water, salt water, the more the better! Clean white cloth, boiled! And find a few straight wooden sticks, about this long and this thick!" Lin Shengli quickly ordered, gesturing to show the dimensions of the famous splint.

Hu Guangming immediately ordered someone to take care of it. Soon, hot water, salt water (made with coarse salt), strips of cloth torn from boiled old bed sheets, and several planed wooden sticks were brought over.

Lin Shengli first rinsed the wound with plenty of warm salt water to wash away dirt, grass clippings, and other foreign objects. During this process, he secretly attached a trace of spiritual energy to his fingers, using it in conjunction with the salt water to try to clean away any bacteria that might be present. Then he gently wiped the area around the wound with a boiled cloth dipped in salt water.

Hu Dashan was trembling all over from the pain, his teeth grinding together, but he didn't utter a sound.

After cleaning, Lin Shengli said to Hu Guangming, "Captain, someone needs to hold him down. I need to put the bones back in place, and it will hurt a lot."

"I'll do it!" Hu Changgui and another commune member stepped forward and held Hu Dashan down firmly.

Lin Shengli took a deep breath, grasped Hu Dashan's injured leg with both hands, and while he appeared to be exerting force, he was actually using his divine sense to clearly "see" the location of the fracture ends, and with skillful force in his hands, he gently pulled and pushed.

A slight cracking sound was heard.

"Ah—!" Hu Dashan finally couldn't help but scream, then his head lolled to the side and he fainted from the pain.

"Dashan!" his wife cried out.

"It's nothing, I just fainted from the pain," Lin Shengli said calmly, his hands moving without stopping. After aligning the bone, he quickly covered the wound with a boiled strip of cloth, then picked up a wooden stick, placed it on both sides of the injured leg, and then wrapped it tightly with a long strip of cloth, his technique skillful and the tightness just right. Finally, he secretly sprinkled some powdered anti-inflammatory and hemostatic herbs he had taken from his spatial storage onto the outside of the cloth, and then he finished bandaging it.

I loosened the belt around my thighs a little more.

Throughout the entire process, his composure, decisiveness, and the seemingly effortless skill of his technique left everyone around him speechless. This was hardly the behavior of a newly arrived educated youth; he was more like a seasoned traditional Chinese medicine doctor!

After the bandage was secured, the bleeding finally stopped. Lin Shengli then asked Hu Dashan's wife to bring some warm water. He turned his back and secretly poured some spiritual spring water from his spatial water bottle, mixed it in, and fed it to Hu Dashan, who had just slowly woken up.

After drinking the spiritual spring water, a trace of color returned to Hu Dashan's pale face, and the pain seemed to lessen considerably. He weakly looked at Lin Shengli, his lips moving slightly, "Th...thank you..."

"Don't speak yet, just lie still." Lin Shengli checked the fixation again to make sure it was secure, and instructed, "Don't move your injured leg at all, keep it in this position, and don't get the wound wet."

He turned to Hu Guangming: "Captain, it's immobilized and the bleeding has stopped. Now we can send him to the health center. Try to keep the journey smooth and avoid bumps. The doctor at the health center will do further treatment, such as putting on a cast or a splint."

Looking at Hu Dashan, who was neatly bandaged, and then at Lin Shengli, whose face was calm but whose forehead was slightly sweaty, Hu Guangming's eyes were filled with surprise and gratitude: "Shengli, I never expected... you had this trick up your sleeve! Thank you so much! You saved Hu Dashan and his whole family!"

The surrounding commune members also cast admiring glances at him.

"Lin, the educated youth, is really capable!"

"Looks young, but the technique is so skillful!"

"Absolutely! The blood was flowing so much just now, it was terrifying! But he fixed it in no time!"

Hu Dashan's wife and mother were extremely grateful to Lin Shengli, almost kneeling down, but Lin Shengli quickly helped them up.

Soon, the oxcart was harnessed and covered with thick blankets. Everyone carefully lifted Hu Dashan onto the cart, with Hu Guangming following along and two other commune members escorting him. They drove the cart to the village overnight.

The crowd gradually dispersed, but the news that Lin Shengli had treated Hu Dashan's injuries and saved him spread like wildfire throughout the entire Heisonggou village.

Li Kuiyong, Jiang Yuanchao, and Wei Min surrounded them.

"Victory, you're amazing! You've been hiding your talent!" Li Kuiyong patted Lin Shengli on the shoulder, his face full of admiration.

"Brother Lin, the way you acted just now really looked like the real deal!" Wei Min said.

Jiang Yuanchao then asked curiously, "Shengli, where did you learn that? Is someone in your family a doctor?"

Lin Shengli had already prepared his explanation: "My father used to serve in the army and learned some battlefield first aid. When I was a child, I followed him and learned a little bit from him. Later, I also read some medical books. They were all very basic things, but they were enough for emergency situations."

This explanation is perfectly reasonable. The martyr's father had a military background and some first aid knowledge, so it makes perfect sense.

"That's still amazing! If it weren't for you today, Hu Dashan's leg would probably be in serious trouble," Li Kuiyong remarked.

Back at Grandma Hu's house, the old lady had also heard the news. She pulled Lin Shengli aside and looked him up and down: "Shengli, did you really set Dashan's leg? And stop the bleeding?"

"It's just a temporary fix, Grandma," Lin Shengli said modestly.

Grandma Hu, however, looked pleased: "Good child, capable and kind-hearted, this is accumulating good karma!"

In the evening, Lin Shengli entered the cave space as usual.

Today's events gave him a more direct understanding of his medical skills (or rather, his first aid abilities). Combined with the heightened senses and understanding of his body gained from cultivating immortality, he does indeed have an advantage in treating this type of external injury.

"Perhaps I could reveal more of my medical skills," Lin Shengli pondered. In this rural area lacking medical care, knowledge of medicine was an essential asset for survival and gaining respect. Moreover, helping others was also part of spiritual practice, helping to solidify one's resolve.

He organized the medicinal herbs in the space. There were quite a few herbs that he had collected and planted before, including common ones for stopping bleeding, reducing inflammation, relieving pain, and treating colds and flu.

Some precious medicinal materials whose origins are difficult to explain cannot be touched for the time being, but common herbs can be used in a way that is "rationalized".

"Starting tomorrow, if anyone in the village comes to us for medical help, or if anyone has a headache, fever, backache, or other ailments, we'll try massage, moxibustion, or common herbal remedies first," Lin Shengli decided.

On his second day at work, Lin Shengli noticed a difference in how people looked at him. There was much more respect and friendliness. Some older members would even greet him and address him as "Little Lin" or "Shengli," no longer the distant "comrade educated youth."

During the lunch break, an elderly woman named Grandma Hu San hobbled over and said somewhat shyly to Lin Shengli, "Shengli, I heard you can treat illnesses? My old leg pain is excruciating on rainy days, could you take a look at it?"

Lin Shengli smiled gently: "Third Grandma, I know a little about massage and moxibustion. How about I give you a massage and see? I can't guarantee it will cure you, but it should make you feel more comfortable."

"That's wonderful! Oh, thank you so much!" Grandma Hu was overjoyed.

Lin Shengli had her sit on a wooden stump under the tree and rolled up her trouser legs. He first used his hands to examine her knees and the surrounding muscles and ligaments, and sure enough, the cold energy was stagnant and the meridians were blocked.

He didn't use any spiritual power; he simply used ordinary techniques combined with some basic acupressure massage skills to slowly massage and knead the skin. His technique had moderate pressure and a relaxing rhythm.

After massaging for about fifteen minutes, Grandma Hu felt a warm sensation in her knees, and the sharp, aching pain lessened considerably, making her legs feel lighter.

"Wow! It really works! I feel so much better! Shengli, your skills are really good!" Grandma Hu San said, stretching her legs with a look of surprise and delight.

This scene was witnessed by many members, and soon, several more members with joint pain and lumbar muscle strain came over to inquire.

Lin Shengli welcomed everyone, taking advantage of breaks to massage the shoulders of one person and rub the back of another.

He achieved good results without using any drugs, relying solely on techniques and a little understanding of human anatomy.

Of course, he always emphasized that he only knew a little bit about it and that if people had serious discomfort, they should still see a proper doctor.

Even so, Lin Shengli's reputation for being "good at treating illnesses" and "having excellent skills" spread far and wide in Heisonggou Village. Even the brigade leader, Hu Guangming, looked at him with more appreciation and respect.

A few days later, in the evening, Hu Dashan returned from the township health center.

His leg was in a thick cast, and although he was still weak, he was in good spirits.

He was brought back by oxcart. As soon as he got home, he asked his old editor to come and invite Lin Shengli.

Lin Shengli went to Hu Dashan's house. Everyone was there. Hu Dashan struggled to sit up to thank him, but Lin Shengli held him down.

"Brother Dashan, lie still and don't move around. What did the doctor at the health center say?"

"The doctor said it's fortunate you treated it so quickly, the bones were aligned correctly, and the bleeding was stopped well. Otherwise, even if I had been taken to the clinic, this leg would have been in serious trouble, and might have even had to be amputated!" Hu Dashan said, still shaken but filled with gratitude. "The doctor also said that my wound was so dirty, yet it didn't get infected much. It was really lucky. You saved my leg; I can't thank you enough. If you ever need anything in the future, just say the word, and I, Hu Dashan, will do my best!"

Hu Dashan's family expressed their gratitude once again.

Lin Shengli checked the plaster cast and gave some instructions. He also left some herbal powder that he had prepared himself to promote bone healing, and told Hu Dashan to take it on time.