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

Upon arriving at the farm, they found that most of the pigs had been put back into their pens, with only a few soldiers still surrounding the only agile and nimble pig.

When Xia Qiuran walked in, she saw Zhang Xiaoliang sitting on the ground, his face pale and covered in cold sweat.

"Dr. Xia, please save him! This young comrade was just trying to help us catch a pig, but he got seriously injured when the pig ran over him," a soldier said anxiously.

Xia Qiuran quickly pulled up his blood-stained trouser leg and found that his shinbone was deformed.

Then, gently touch Zhang Xiaoliang's swollen area with your finger, and Zhang Xiaoliang immediately shudders in pain.

"Comrade Zhang, let me first immobilize your leg. Your injury is quite serious, and you need to have surgery at a major hospital." Xia Qiuran quickly opened the first-aid kit, took out disinfectant and splints, and skillfully immobilized the injured leg after disinfection.

She could actually treat these injuries herself, but the medical department's facilities were incomplete and far inferior to those of large hospitals. For the best option, Xia Qiuran decided to send her to the First Hospital for surgery.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

While she was being disinfected, a soldier next to her shouted at Xia Qiuran, but she was so focused on the treatment that she didn't notice anything else.

Seeing that Xia Qiuran was about to be tackled by her second senior brother, Zhang Xiaoliang reacted first and quickly pulled Xia Qiuran away.

The second senior brother leaped over Xia Qiuran's head in an instant.

Xia Qiuran stretched out her hands and fell right onto Zhang Xiaoliang's injured leg.

Although she escaped unharmed, Zhang Xiaoliang's calf suddenly gushed a lot of blood.

"I'm sorry, Comrade Zhang, I'll take you to the hospital right away." Xia Qiuran said with guilt and anxiety after getting up. "Please help me, everyone, to get Comrade Zhang onto the stretcher."

The surrounding soldiers quickly lifted Zhang Xiaoliang onto a stretcher.

But the pig that had been wandering around randomly returned after running around once. It was the strongest pig in the farm, weighing over 400 pounds, and had already injured several soldiers, scaring everyone into not daring to approach it.

Xia Qiuran stood beside the stretcher, watching as the pig, as if possessed, kicked the ground with all four hooves, kicking up clouds of dust, and aggressively approached her.

Weighing only 90 pounds, she was no match for a 400-pound fat pig. She could only stand in front of the stretcher and instinctively protect her head with her arms.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out a moment later.

Then there was another "plop".

Xia Qiuran slowly lowered her arm, and saw that her second senior brother was lying in front of her, barely alive.

Not far away, Lu Zhenghan coldly put his pistol back into its holster and gave a crisp command.

"You guys quickly carry Zhang Xiaoliang to the car and take him to the hospital, then notify the cooks to dispose of that pig."

...

Upon arriving at the First Hospital, Zhang Xiaoliang was immediately taken into the operating room, while Xia Qiuran took the forms to the window to help Zhang Xiaoliang complete the admission procedures.

At the entrance of the operating room, a doctor wearing a white cap and white coat quickly rushed over and asked Lu Zhenghan and the soldiers who came with him questions before entering the operating room.

"Do you know how the patient was injured, the specific details of the injury, and any history of drug allergies?"

The soldier immediately spoke up nervously, "The pigs in our farm got frightened and all ran away, breaking through the fence. Each of those pigs weighs three or four hundred pounds, and we couldn't catch them at all. The pig that bumped into Comrade Zhang happened to be the king of our pigsty, the most powerful one."

"stop!

The doctor looked at the soldier who was speaking, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then said sternly, "I'm asking about the patient's injuries, not which pig in your farm is the most dangerous."

"Doctor, the patient seems to have been hit on the calf by a pig. As for the rest, I don't know for the time being," Lu Zhenghan said as he stepped forward. He had come in a hurry and hadn't had time to find out about Zhang Xiaoliang's condition.

"The patient fainted from the pain. Since you don't know anything, he might have to suffer a bit more later. We need to disassemble his lower leg and check again," the doctor said helplessly after writing a few words on his notebook.

Just then, Xia Qiuran, who had just finished registering, ran back.

"Wait, doctor. This is a doctor from our medical department. She was the first patient she treated. You can ask her anything." Lu Zhenghan quickly called out to the doctor.

The surgeon looked up at Xia Qiuran, who seemed to be a minor who dared to call herself a doctor, and probably couldn't answer the question clearly, so he casually asked, "Do you know the patient's condition?" without having any expectations.

Xia Qiuran immediately replied clearly, "The patient's name is Zhang Xiaoliang. He suffered a fracture of his lower leg due to an external impact, with severe damage to the local soft tissue, accompanied by a large area of ​​subcutaneous hematoma, significant swelling, and displacement of the affected area. It is suspected to be a comminuted fracture. He underwent simple disinfection and fixation before coming here."

"Also, Zhang Xiaoliang has never had his blood tested in the army. I've only given him traditional Chinese medicine, so I don't know if he's allergic to some Western medicines," Xia Qiuran added.

After quickly jotting it down in his notebook, the doctor subconsciously glanced at Xia Qiuran, his eyes clearly showing a hint of surprise.

"Not bad, clear-headed and accurate in description. I haven't encountered such a good prospect in a long time." After saying that, he turned and went into the operating room.

...

After a long wait, Zhang Xiaoliang was finally wheeled out of the operating room and transferred to a regular ward.

"Comrade Zhang, you're awake. How are you feeling?" Xia Qiuran asked hurriedly when she saw Zhang Xiaoliang was awake.

"I'm fine." Zhang Xiaoliang's voice was weak, but he still managed to force a smile.

"Commander Lu." Seeing Lu Zhenghan beside him, he tried to sit up with the help of the bed, but because the anesthesia hadn't worn off, he was too weak to get up.

"You're injured, don't move," Lu Zhenghan said immediately.

"Comrade Zhang, I'm so sorry. If I hadn't bumped your leg again, your injury wouldn't have been so serious," Xia Qiuran said with a guilty expression.

"Dr. Xia, you came here to save me, how can I just stand by and watch you get injured by that pig?"

Zhang Xiaoliang smiled and answered, gazing at Xia Qiuran with gentle eyes.

As Lu Zhenghan watched the two of them talking back and forth, a dark cloud seemed to settle over his eyes.

"No matter what, your injury got worse because of me. Your leg is inconvenient right now, so why don't I stay and take care of you today?" Xia Qiuran continued.

"No need, no need, there are nurses here, I can do it myself." Zhang Xiaoliang quickly refused, and for some reason, the tips of his ears immediately turned red.

"It's alright, I'm a medical worker, you don't need to be so polite with me."

"Xia Qiuran, have you finished writing your self-criticism?"

Xia Qiuran was about to say something when Lu Zhenghan interrupted her.

Xia Qiuran was taken aback.

A self-criticism? Oh right, there's that too. How could I forget?

"Let Xiao Li stay here today," Lu Zhenghan said expressionlessly, glancing at Xiao Li who had come with him.

"Comrade Zhang, I'll come see you again tomorrow."

"it is good."

It was already evening when Xia Qiuran said goodbye to Zhang Xiaoliang and returned to her unit. The sky had long since darkened. Sitting in the car driven by Lu Zhenghan, all Xia Qiuran could think about was the self-criticism she had just written, which was only a little over a hundred words long.

She wasn't good at this to begin with, and Lu Zhenghan demanded it be submitted today. Even if she wrote until the wee hours of the morning, she might not be able to finish.

Xia Qiuran accidentally touched her pocket, which contained the sachet she had promised to sew for Lu Zhenghan.

You shouldn't hit someone who gives you a gift.

If she were a little nicer, and I flattered her a bit, could I get rid of this 5,000-word self-criticism? Or at least reduce the word count a bit?

"Commander Lu," Xia Qiuran called softly from the back seat.

Looking in the rearview mirror, Lu Zhenghan saw Xia Qiuran with her eyebrows curved and her face bright. She smiled at him, making her already beautiful features even more lively and lovely.