After Transmigration, Her Whole Family Are Villains-Chapter 215: Broken Fingers Reconnected

The people in line were still queuing.

Those who tried to cut in line were caught and pulled out.

But if you went to the back and started queuing again, no one would chase you away.

After a great disaster, if you're lucky enough to survive, you have to think about how to keep on living.

Being able to receive free medicinal porridge increases your chances of survival +1+1+1+1+1...

They had also heard rumors that the earthquake was heaven's punishment for the Sima family, and that many huge stones had fallen from the sky, crushing the Sima household.

It was said that Commander Jiang had destroyed the Shangqiu Convent, and this was his retribution.

But the Shangqiu Convent had never given them porridge before.

The Shangqiu Convent used to be a place for nobles.

Now even the children of common people could go there to study.

Now Commander Jiang's own family was in such a miserable state, yet he still came out to distribute porridge to everyone.

Who is the demon? Who is the ghost? Who is the Buddha? Who is human?

When the soup, fragrant with medicine and rice grains, slid down their throats and filled their empty stomachs, everything became clear without words.

When they saw Commander Jiang's young daughter sitting there with a sign that read "Treating Illnesses, Saving Lives," they all showed friendly smiles.

Providing medicinal porridge was already treating illnesses and saving lives.

This medicinal porridge seemed extremely effective. Those who had been feeling dizzy before felt their heads clearing and their bodies regaining strength after drinking it for a while.

In reality, there's no such thing as an instant cure. It was just that after a sleepless night of anxiety and travel without food, having a bowl of hot soup would naturally make anyone feel much better. With something to fill their stomachs, their heads would naturally stop spinning.

Moreover, when so many people sat together to drink a bowl of medicinal porridge, it made them feel that there was still hope in living.

Heaven might be unfair, but the officials above were still good.

As long as there was a glimmer of goodness, a bit of hope to keep living, they were very grateful.

Until they saw Commander Jiang bring over a staff member with a bloody finger.

The crowd was somewhat surprised, and became less focused on receiving their porridge.

Everyone craned their necks to look.

The burly man who had queued for the fourth time stretched his thick neck particularly long.

Jiang Mianmian saw the person her Father brought over and became very nervous.

The bad news was that the current medical conditions were very poor, with no concept of sterilization or disinfection, and basically no antibiotics.

The good news was that the attending physician had good eyesight and nimble fingers.

The bad news was that the attending physician was young and had little practical experience.

The good news was that at crucial moments, the attending physician might have a secret spring to rely on, with some buffs.

In any case, seeing her first patient,

Jiang Mianmian showed a friendly smile.

Actually, she had done other hands-on practice before, not counting things like peeling melons, but she had done quite a bit of dissecting small animals.

Her sister made delicious small animal dishes, and Jiang Mianmian often helped patch up those small animals.

Who isn't constantly breaking apart, patching up, and cooking?

As for humans, there were fewer opportunities.

Jiang Mianmian looked at this staff member with great care.

The staff member looked at his own finger in pain.

While working, he had accidentally injured himself, and his index finger had been cut off. This wouldn't kill him, but it would take away half his life.

Even if he survived by chance, without an index finger, he would be a cripple, unable to do many things.

Thinking of his wife and children, parents, grandparents, brothers and sisters, and the whole big family at home,

Staff member Old Nine's heart was in a turmoil.

The good news was that his immediate superior had personally brought him for medical treatment.

The bad news was that the doctor was his immediate superior's young daughter.

Damn it, damn it, he really wanted to cry.

But thinking that with his hand cut off, he might lose his position as a staff member in the future, being able to please his immediate superior wasn't so bad.

There's a saying, something about bad things not necessarily being bad, they might also bring good things.

Even if the treatment went wrong, at least he would have made a contribution.

The staff member came seemingly confused, but in reality, he had been mentally preparing for a long time, considering the future from all angles.

After all, every NPC has their own thoughts.

Jiang Mianmian quickly dealt with this fresh patient, stopping the bleeding, then asked if the severed finger was still there?

"Yes, yes, yes."

One's body, hair, and skin are received from one's parents, so even if it's cut off, it can't be thrown away. It's best to bury it together after death, to keep the body whole.

Looking at the fresh severed finger, it was well preserved, not salted, not damaged, with a clean cut, it should be salvageable.

The staff member felt he was beyond saving, prepared to resign himself to being disabled.

After all, using a severed finger to please the superior wasn't a bad deal.

Jiang Mianmian looked around, there shouldn't be any risk of medical disputes.

She asked the staff member if she could reattach it for him?

The staff member kept nodding with tears in his eyes, anything was fine, just don't cook his finger in front of him, he couldn't bear that.

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The small pot nearby was bubbling away, cooking something, and he was afraid.

Jiang Mianmian: ...

It wouldn't come to that, though in orthopedics there are pressure cookers that cook patients' bones.

Orthopedic doctors are at two extremes, some doctors really like drinking bone soup, while others can't stand it.

Jiang Mianmian asked Pangya to come over and help pass instruments.

Commander Jiang sat nearby, chatting with Inspector He.

Meanwhile, he was also there to support his daughter.

The surgery was done in a specially cleared room, they could only use general anesthesia.

Because local anesthesia wasn't possible.

They used Anesthetic Powder to make the patient unconscious.

After a while, everyone saw that the staff member who had only cut off a finger was actually carried out horizontally, which was terrifying. Had he been treated to death?

He had walked in on his own when he entered.

They saw him covered with a white cloth, with his hand also wrapped in thick white bandages.

The staff member's wife and children had also arrived.

Seeing her husband lying there, she was choked with emotion for a moment, unable to speak. Wasn't it said that he had only cut his hand? Why did it look like he had stopped breathing?

Yet she didn't dare to wail loudly, because while waiting, the other staff members had already told her what had happened.

Her husband had cut his hand, and Commander Jiang had personally sent him for treatment.

The wife was a sensible person. Although she was worried, she understood her husband's intentions as soon as others mentioned it.

With his finger cut off, it certainly couldn't be good, but if they could gain a favor from Commander Jiang, there would always be opportunities in the future.

But suddenly, seeing the person being carried out.

The wife's eyes immediately turned red.

Their son was also very understanding. Large teardrops fell, but he didn't cry out loud, just supporting his mother.

The young boy looked up and saw a girl in white clothes, with fresh blood on her body and blood on her gloves. She wore a white mask on her face, and her eyes were extremely beautiful.

She didn't care about the blood stains on her body at all, taking off her gloves while saying, "Madam, don't cry. He's about to wake up. While he's just waking up and still confused, quickly ask him if he has any mistresses or any secret savings. He'll answer you honestly at this time, guaranteed."

Sure enough, at this moment the staff member opened his eyes, looking dazed.

His wife's tears fell.

The boy excitedly called out "Father," so excited that he blew a snot bubble, quickly wiping it with his sleeve.

A nearby staff member asked, "Old Nine, Old Nine, how much secret savings do you have?"

Old Nine answered in a daze, "Not much, just nine taels. Every time it reaches ten taels, my wife takes it away."

"Where did you hide it this time?" another staff member asked mischievously.

He was about to answer when his wife covered his mouth, "I'll deal with you when we get home."

"Don't let the wound touch water for seven days, don't let him eat spicy food, and he'll be fine with good rest," Jiang Mianmian instructed.

The wife kept nodding, as long as he was alive, it was good.

She had already given up hope for the finger.

After the patient left, the crowd dispersed.

Naturally, after seeing someone being carried out, no more patients dared to come forward.

Jiang Mianmian also took a deep breath.

Inspector He and Jiang Changtian, who had been watching the whole process from next door to the small room, were both silent.

Mainly because they saw a little girl first knock out a grown man in one go, then use a needle threading some unknown line to sew human flesh. The impact was quite significant.

Could it really work when sewn up like this?

And what mysterious book left by the Shangqiu Convent could compare to Mianmian's swift move?

She knocked the man out in one go.

He didn't wake up at all while she was manipulating the severed hand.

When they came out, they saw her snap her fingers, and the staff member actually woke up, answering whatever was asked.

No wonder the masters from the Shangqiu Convent wanted to steal from here, this must be the founding master of the Shangqiu Convent.

Others only saw that Old Nine's hand was wrapped up and thought it was over.

But Jiang Changtian and Inspector He had seen with their own eyes that Mianmian had sewn the man's finger back on. Could that really work?

If that could be connected, could a person cut in half be sewn back together? Wouldn't that be bringing the dead back to life?

Jiang Mianmian saw that there was no hope of having any more patients today.

Actually, this surgery had taken a bit too long.

She was covered in sweat.

Fortunately, Pangya was quick-witted and kept wiping her sweat for her.

It seems I still need to train some like-minded people.

The day was almost dark.

In the end, I still cheated by dripping a little diluted spirit spring on that severed finger.

Jiang Mianmian felt very helpless; she still didn't have the confidence to do it.

If she could only rely on cheating in the end, she felt useless and like she had accomplished nothing.

Sometimes she thought, her current state of idleness, eating and waiting for death, was no different from her dreams coming true.

Wasn't this her original dream after all?

After the tense surgical process, she needed to relax a bit.

She asked Pangya to bring a bucket of hot medicinal porridge, planning to go check on the stargazer.

Yesterday's earthquake had damaged the observatory's location, causing some areas to collapse.

When Jiang Mianmian climbed to the top of the mountain, she indeed saw the stargazer.

Like a sculpture, he stood in the same spot as last time.

However, in front of him, a whole area had collapsed, creating what looked like a new cliff. One step forward would mean plunging into the abyss.

Jiang Mianmian approached and offered him the food.

The stargazer ate with his head tilted upwards.

Today the sky was overcast, and not many stars were visible.

"Did the stars change after yesterday's earthquake?" she asked.

"Yes, one star flickered for a moment, seeming to brighten a bit, then dimmed significantly. I recorded it, and then the earthquake happened. The timing of the quake corresponded to the change in that star's brightness."

The stargazer, still looking up, handed Jiang Mianmian his records from yesterday.

Jiang Mianmian looked at the complex star chart, drawn with a brush.

It was intricate and incredible.

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Would future generations be amazed when they read about this in books?

Marvelous, incredible, existing, enduring.

Like the wind, the stars, and this earth.

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