I Became a Medical Genius in the 80s
Chapter 53: Antibiotics

Chapter 53: Chapter 53: Antibiotics

"Uncle Yang, what kind of anti-inflammatory medicine is it? Can you write down the name for me?" said Beisitian.

Although Yang Wulang still didn’t believe Beisitian was a Chinese medicine practitioner like her father, seeing her demonstration made him realize she wasn’t completely inexperienced in the field, so he wrote down the anti-inflammatory medicine for her.

"This anti-inflammatory medicine is quite expensive." Yang Wulang sighed, thinking about how Luo Er’s family couldn’t even afford it if they sold everything.

He thought for a while and walked out of the room.

Yang Wulang pulled Ma aside and whispered a few words.

Ma immediately widened her eyes and shook her face. "No way!"

"You’ve seen the situation here. Without the anti-inflammatory medicine, this child might not make it," said Yang Wulang.

Ma shook her head. "You’re a doctor; with the injections and stitches just now, at most, we won’t take any money. That’s our good deed. Now you want to lend money, and the anti-inflammatory medicine costs over ten bucks; with their family’s situation, how could they pay it back!"

"But we can’t just sit and watch them die, can we?"

"We’ve been working hard all afternoon without even a sip of water and not charging a penny. What more do you want to call it rescue!" Ma felt that they had done enough as a couple.

Lend money?

Even though their family had some savings, ten bucks wasn’t a big sum of money, but it wasn’t a small one either. With Luo Er’s family’s situation, the money would just go to waste. Whose money isn’t hard-earned, saved penny by penny!

Yang Wulang couldn’t convince Ma after a long discussion, but he didn’t blame her. Even if the money was lent out, he didn’t expect Luo Er’s family to pay it back, as they couldn’t afford it either. But as a doctor, watching someone lose life bit by bit was something he couldn’t bear.

Inside, Beisitian had already done some basic cleaning for Luo Anping, but given the poor conditions, the risk of infection was high.

With Luo Anping’s current state, taking him to the hospital would be too much for him on the bumpy road.

"Uncle Yang!" Beisitian called out loudly.

Hearing her, Yang Wulang quickly entered the room.

"Uncle Yang, I’ll need you to disinfect Ping’an again," said Beisitian.

Beisitian never thought the Xuan Talisman was invincible. At least in external wound care, Western medicine’s disinfection was more professional.

Yang Wulang, filled with internal conflict, quickly agreed upon hearing Beisitian’s words.

After throwing away the bloodstained bedding, Beisitian spread the bedding from the west room on the bed again and inspected Luo Anping’s leg once more.

His leg was broken, and while Yang Wulang had set the bone and immobilized it, restoring it to its original state was impossible!

That’s Yang Wulang’s assessment. Beisitian naturally wouldn’t allow Luo Anping to be crippled at such a young age.

However, to fully heal him and let him completely recover, some medicinal herbs were needed, which she didn’t have at the moment.

As the sky gradually darkened, people slowly dispersed. Yang Wulang and his wife, along with Zhang Qiao Niang and her husband, were the last to leave, offering only some hollow words of comfort.

Mrs. Qin shed tears, Luo Anguo was speechless and lost, and Luo Anping lay unconscious on the bed.

In fact, sending Luo Anping to the hospital right after he was found would have been best. However, everyone in the village knew about Luo Er’s family’s situation; whoever sent him would have to cover the medical bills, so no one was willing to do it.

Yang Wulang and his wife discussed it on their way home, noting that sending him to the clinic in town immediately would have been better.

Everyone understands, but no family is rich. If Luo Er’s family had some means to repay, those who found him might not have been reluctant to send him.

Beisitian isn’t thinking about these issues now, only about how to help Luo Anping fully recover.

At night, none of the family had the heart for dinner, and the room was dark, with only a little puppy nudging at their feet.

"Mom, I’ll go to town tomorrow to buy anti-inflammatory medicine. Don’t worry, Ping’an will be okay," said Beisitian.

Perhaps it was the confidence in her voice; the couple sighed, feeling somewhat better than before.

The main door made a noise, and Beisitian ran to open it, finding Luo Aiguo and his son Luo Xuqiang standing outside.

They hadn’t been home during the day and came over quickly after hearing the news at night.

Beisitian didn’t particularly like or dislike them but felt they were better than Qin Hongmei and Old Mrs. Luo, who hadn’t even shown up.

"I heard Ping’an fell from the mountain. What happened?" Luo Aiguo said sternly.

Beisitian brought them into the west room, and Luo Anguo joined them.

They didn’t know what had happened either. Those who carried him back said they found him at the base of the hill and, seeing he was still breathing, quickly brought him back. As for how he ended up on the hill and fell, no one knew.

The brothers could only sigh after talking for a while.

Luo Xuqiang went to the west room, glanced at Luo Anping lying on the bed, and sighed. Then, he took three bucks out of his pocket for Mrs. Qin.

"Auntie, my wife and I saved this little by little. It’s not much, but with my mom being the way she is... it’s just a token," said Luo Xuqiang.

Three bucks could buy a lot of food, but for medical expenses, it wasn’t enough.

Beisitian noticed the handful of small bills and understood this was the private savings of Luo Xuqiang and Bai Jinfeng. Given Qin Hongmei’s behavior, it was uncertain how long they had been saving to collect this amount.

She suddenly gained a new perspective on Luo Xuqiang.

This family wasn’t entirely hopeless!

"Brother, we don’t need this money. Keep it for yourselves," said Beisitian.

Luo Xuqiang thought she found it too little and scratched his head. "Maybe I’ll go back and scrape some more together. You wait."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Beisitian quickly stopped him and insisted, persuading him to leave the three bucks.

Luo Aiguo also left five bucks, which were his private savings, and discreetly asked them not to let Qin Hongmei know.

The father and son, knowing Luo Anguo and Mrs. Qin probably wouldn’t sleep that night, stayed with them until midnight before leaving.

Early the next morning, Beisitian took a donkey cart to town.

Ma Xiaoling shivered involuntarily upon seeing Beisitian but quickly put on a smile and, upon hearing she was looking for Zhou Jiren, led her to the backyard.

Zhou Jiren was right there.

Upon seeing Beisitian rush in, Zhou Jiren stood up, glanced around her, and didn’t see the military green canvas bag.

"What brings Miss Bei here?" Zhou Jiren smiled and asked.

Beisitian hadn’t slept well, looking slightly haggard. "Mr. Zhou, I’m here to buy anti-inflammatory medicine."

Zhou Jiren paused, knowing that the uses for anti-inflammatory medicine were many, but they were all costly. He led Beisitian to the front dispensary. As he showed her around, he asked, "Is someone at home ill?"

"Someone at home is injured and might fall seriously ill. Mr. Zhou, do you know which anti-inflammatory medicine would be best?" Beisitian asked without daring to hide anything.

Zhou Jiren’s hand stopped, and he quickly turned his head. "Who’s injured?"