The aloof military doctor arrives at the unit, and the tough guy can't sit still.

Lu Zhenghan ran to the infirmary and saw the soldier lying flat on the bed, already showing signs of unconsciousness and convulsions.

"Brother Zhenghan, you're here." Bai Yunyun took off the stethoscope hanging around her neck and looked at Lu Zhenghan.

"How is it?" Lu Zhenghan asked anxiously.

"It's just heatstroke, it's nothing serious. I've already given him two bottles of Huoxiang Zhengqi Water, he'll be fine in a bit," Bai Yunyun replied casually. Every day, at least eight or ten people get heatstroke, this is just a slightly more serious case, her diagnosis is absolutely correct.

"The platoon leader drank Huoxiang Zhengqi Water this morning, but it didn't help at all. His body temperature is now 40 degrees Celsius, and he's still convulsing. This is not a sign of heatstroke at all," a soldier next to him said, holding a mercury thermometer.

Upon hearing this, Bai Yunyun's face immediately darkened. She hated people who knew nothing but kept talking nonsense. "Are you the doctor or am I the doctor? Why don't you treat me?"

"I don't know anything about these things, I'm just worried," the soldier replied anxiously.

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't know." Bai Yunyun ignored her and turned to Lu Zhenghan with a smile. "Brother Zhenghan, don't worry, heatstroke requires a recovery process."

Xia Qiuran, who was standing at the door, kept a close eye on the wounded man. Since she couldn't see clearly from outside, she simply went into the medical room and checked the wounded man's pulse.

"Xia Qiuran, what are you doing? Who let you in?" Bai Yunyun immediately scolded, saying that a country girl dared to cause trouble on her turf.

"He's not suffering from heatstroke; he needs immediate medical attention," Xia Qiuran said, looking at the soldier's increasingly pale and flushed face.

"How do you know it's not heatstroke? You're just a cook from the mess hall, and you dare to come here and give me pointers?" Bai Yunyun rolled her eyes again.

Xia Qiuran ignored him and turned to ask the soldier who had just spoken, "When did he start exhibiting this behavior?"

"This morning, we were digging a canal together when the platoon leader said he felt unwell. At first, we thought it was heatstroke, so we gave him some Huoxiang Zhengqi Water (a traditional Chinese medicine) and let him rest. But instead of getting better, it got worse," the soldier replied immediately.

"It's been several hours already. He needs immediate medical attention, or it will be too late." Xia Qiuran looked at Lu Zhenghan very seriously.

She had seen this disease in the medical book her grandfather left her; it was called heatstroke. It was easily mistaken for ordinary heatstroke, and if not treated in time, it could be life-threatening.

Bai Yunyun was so angry she almost laughed. How dare a village girl who probably didn't even finish elementary school come here and steal her thunder!

"Zhenghan, look at her! A cook who cooks and tends the fire dares to treat patients? She's insane! Get her out of the army!" She then walked over to Lu Zhenghan and said in a drawn-out tone.

Last time she made a terrible tofu pudding and luckily received praise from the whole group, but now it's a matter of healing and saving lives, so I don't believe she can know everything.

Seeing Tie Tou's distressed state, Lu Zhenghan was also very anxious. It involved a life. Xia Qiuran was just a girl from the countryside. Even if she had learned some medical skills, how much more would she know than Bai Yunyun, a doctor who graduated from a formal school?

"Usually, heatstroke only causes dizziness and discomfort, but he's already starting to lose consciousness, has extremely high temperature, is convulsing, and his heart is beating very fast. I now judge that he has heatstroke, which is the most severe type of heatstroke." Seeing Lu Zhenghan's hesitation, Xia Qiuran continued, "Commander Lu, he'll start talking nonsense and his blood pressure will drop soon. We must treat him as soon as possible."

"Daddy, Daddy."

"Oh my god, honey, you can't be in trouble! What will we, a widow and her children, do if you're gone?"

At this moment, a mother and child rushed out and lay on top of the wounded, bursting into tears.

Lu Zhenghan tried to calm himself down. He remembered that Xia Qiuran had given him some herbs in the cave to stop the bleeding, but the effect was surprisingly good. His injury healed not long after they returned.

"Xia Qiuran, are you confident?" Lu Zhenghan asked Xia Qiuran very seriously.

Xia Qiuran nodded solemnly.

"Brother Zhenghan, how can you let a village girl treat a patient?"

"Xia Qiuran, do you have a medical license? What if you make a mistake? Will you pay with your life?" Bai Yunyun stood in front of her unwillingly. She was a graduate of a proper medical vocational school. If she was outdone by a village girl who cooked, where would she put her face?

"I asked her to treat me, so I'll naturally bear the consequences," Lu Zhenghan replied, standing in front of Xia Qiuran.

"The enemy is coming! Brothers, charge! Charge!" Just as Bai Yunyun was about to speak, the wounded soldier suddenly shouted in a daze.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the nurse immediately brought over a blood pressure monitor. "The systolic pressure is 80. If it drops any lower, the person will not be able to hold on."

The symptoms matched Xia Qiuran's description perfectly! Bai Yunyun's hands started to tremble involuntarily, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. As a medical student, she knew all too well what this blood pressure reading meant.

"How could that be? He clearly has heatstroke. I've treated hundreds of people, how come it's not heatstroke for him?" Bai Yunyun said with a trembling voice. If someone died, she probably wouldn't be able to continue being a doctor.

"Xia Qiuran, I'm entrusting Tie Tou to you." Lu Zhenghan said to Xia Qiuran with his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

"I will do my best. Do you have acupuncture needles?"

"Yes, I'll go get it," the nurse replied.

"Bring the alcohol lamp along with it, and fetch a bucket of cold water from the well."

"Okay, I'll go," another soldier immediately replied.

Xia Qiuran washed her hands, quickly had someone remove Tie Tou's shirt, heated the needle over an alcohol lamp until it was red-hot, and then immediately inserted it into the acupoint.

This is an acupuncture technique recorded separately in the medical book left by her maternal grandfather. It is said to have been passed down from the "Huangdi Neijing". In her previous life, when she was sick, the Zhao family never cared about her life or death. If she hadn't known some medical skills, she probably would have been reborn more than ten years ago.

"Water, water."

After nearly an hour of acupuncture, the injured person finally regained consciousness.

"He's awake, Dad's awake."

"I'll go get some water," the mother and son, who had been standing nearby, said excitedly.

"Don't give him water. His internal organs are very fragile right now and can't withstand any fluctuations," Xia Qiuran said, putting down the needle to stop him.

"Then what should we do? Let him stay thirsty?"

"You can get an IV to replenish fluids; one bottle of glucose should be enough to help you recover."

The nurse immediately brought a medicine bottle and stuck it into the back of Tie Tou's hand.

Lu Zhenghan was worried and didn't leave the infirmary until Tie Tou actually woke up.

Xia Qiuran, fearing something might happen, stayed at the door and didn't leave.

"How is it? Is he awake?" Xia Qiuran asked as Lu Zhenghan came out.

"She's awake." Lu Zhenghan nodded, and after a moment, he said to Xia Qiuran with a solemn expression, "Thank you so much this time, Comrade Xia."

"You're too kind, Commander Lu. The floods are severe right now. The soldiers are building dikes and digging canals on the front lines. I'm in the rear. If I were to stand by and watch people die, would I even be human?" Xia Qiuran smiled calmly, her tone gentle and her expression unwavering, showing no intention of seeking credit.

"Alright, I'm going back to the mess hall to work now." With that, he turned and left.

Lu Zhenghan's eyes gradually darkened. He thought Xia Qiuran would take the opportunity to make some demands of him, at least asking for a promotion or a bonus. Unexpectedly, she simply brushed it off with a single sentence, as if she wasn't the one who had just saved the person.

"Wait, don't go."

Xia Qiuran hadn't taken two steps when Tie Tou's wife suddenly ran out of the infirmary and shouted.