Open A Clinic To Cultivate Myself - novelonlinefull.com
You’re read light novel Open A Clinic To Cultivate Myself Chapter 147 online at NovelOnlineFull.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit NovelOnlineFull.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy
In the medical room, there was a small wheeled sickbed for physical examination. Ning Tao asked Jiang Hao to lie on the bed. In fact, Jiang Hao had to lie on her stomach because her b.u.t.tocks were injured by shrapnel from the grenade. Her pants were soaked in blood and her army camouflage was dyed dark red.
Ning Tao gingerly cut open her pants with scissors, from bottom to top, all the way to her belt. Her long white legs were exposed to the air, dripping with blood, and her white skin was so delicate that it set off the blood.
Ning Tao first gave Jiang Hao a little special spiritual power to adjust her body into a good state.
Jiang Hao felt no pain. She was tired just now, but suddenly she was full of energy. She looked back at Ning Tao curiously, “It's weird. Why don't I feel pain?”
Ning Tao had a brainwave, grabbed her calf and gently rubbed it, while explaining, “Of course you don't feel the pain anymore, because I'm using internal strength to heal you. You've seen martial arts movies where the heroes healed wounded people with inner strength.”
Jiang Hao's mouth curved into a faint smile and asked, “Is it like Yang Guo and Xiao Longnv?”
Ning Tao paused slightly, but didn't answer. He took a piece of shrapnel with tweezers, carefully pulled it out of the wound, and threw it into a plate.
“Mmm!” Jiang Hao was in pain this time, groaning vaguely.
Ning Tao started with her shins and went to her hips. With each piece of shrapnel removed, he used special spiritual power to stop the bleeding and heal her wounds quickly. Such an operation was a piece of cake for him as a cultivating doctor. But problems eventually arose. He was quick to deal with her last wound, but it was in her hip, and the shrapnel was so large, with barbs, that it went sideways into her flesh, so that it could not be removed with tweezers. He tried to pull out twice and failed, but the pain made Jiang Hao cry out in pain.
The only way was to cut open the clothes there, cut the wound and then pull it out. But then he would have to…
Ning Tao hesitated for a moment and said awkwardly, “How about I stop the bleeding and you go to the hospital to treat this wound?”
Jiang Hao looked back at Ning Tao with a weird look on her face. “You're the doctor. Why should I go to the hospital? Didn't you handle the other wounds well just now?”
Ning Tao pointed at her bottom and replied awkwardly, “If I deal with it, I'll have to cut up your pants, in that case…”
Jiang Hao interrupted, “If I go to the hospital, what's the doctor going to do?”
“The doctor will cut open your pants, and then disinfect you, cut the wound, and take the shrapnel,” replied Ning Tao.
Jiang Hao glared at Ning Tao and snapped, “Would you rather another doctor cut my pants and look at my a.s.s than cut my pants yourself? Will you get sty or shortsightedness when you look at my a.s.s?”
This was Jiang Hao, who had a tough side that no other woman had.
Ning Tao gave a wry smile. Now that she didn't mind, how could he? He picked up the scissors and carefully cut open her pants.
The moment the cloth was cut open, Jiang Hao was not tough anymore. She bit her thin lip, a faint blush creeping over her face. Ning Tao didn't look at her face, and she didn't dare look at Ning Tao. She turned her head away as if nothing had happened.
Ning Tao was feeling terrible, too. As a doctor, he had good reason to treat Jiang Hao's wound. But as a virgin, he was easily distracted, and couldn't help but look where he shouldn't and be stimulated. If it could be measured, the stimulus was not half a kilogram or a kilogram, but in tons, tens of tons.
After a while, Ning Tao didn't start the operation. Jiang Hao looked back at him and asked, “Have you seen enough? Start the operation.”
Ning Tao came to his senses and argued hurriedly, “I'm not watching. I'm thinking about how to cut the wound.”
“Didn't you watch? How can you operate on me with your eyes closed?” Jiang Hao teased, as if she had got him by the short hairs.
Ning Tao gave her a wry smile, and stopped bickering with her. Then he picked up the scalpel with one hand, and pressed the other hand to the skin near her wound. If it had been a male patient lying on the small sickbed, he would not have hesitated to start the operation, but now his hands were shaking.
The scalpel finally cut the wound.
“Ouch…” Jiang Hao gave a vague groan of pain, her brows furrowed.
Ning Tao took a deep breath, put down the scalpel, and then grabbed the shrapnel with tweezers, carefully pulling it out of her wound.
Jiang Hao suddenly reached over and grabbed Ning Tao's thigh, clutching so hard that her fingernails were are digging into his flesh.
Ning Tao clenched his teeth in pain and asked nervously, “What, what are you doing?”
“Hurry up. It hurts!” Jiang Hao urged in a breaking voice.
Ning Tao worriedly yanked the shrapnel out.
“Ouch!” Jiang Hao exclaimed, her fingernails really digging into Ning Tao's flesh.
Blood gushed from the wound on her plump bottom, instantly dyed her white skin. It was like the sunset in an oval snow hill was instantly rendered red, appearing extremely magnificent.
Ignoring Jiang Hao's pinch, Ning Tao immediately pressed her wound and injected special spiritual power into it to stop the bleeding and relieve her pain.
Jiang Hao soon quieted down and withdrew her hand.
Ning Tao cleaned her up with a cotton ball dipped in iodov, then applied gauze and tape to the wound.
“Will there be any scars?” Jiang Hao asked, her face red.
“Yes, there should be scars,” replied Ning Tao.
“Ah? What should I do then?” Jiang Hao was nervous.
Ning Tao picked up a white coat, handed it to Jiang Hao, and said with a smile, “It doesn't matter if there's scar there. No one will see it.”
Jiang Hao looked right at Ning Tao and asked, “Didn't you see there?”
Ning Tao didn't know what to say.
“By the way, can the delicate perfumed cream remove scars?”
“Yes,” replied Ning Tao. “I forgot it if you didn't mention it. When the cut is scarred, you apply it once a day. I think it will remove the scar after a few applications.”
Jiang Hao got out of the small sickbed, put on the white coat, and said, “I'll get other soldiers in. You'll have to cure them.” She limped for two steps, then turned back and added, “You have to be responsible for me.”
“Eh?” Ning Tao was stunned by her words.
Jiang Hao laughed and explained, “I'm talking about the wound. If I can't handle it, you have to help me.”
With that she left.
Ning Tao, who was teased, remained rooted to the spot.
After Jiang Hao left, two special forces guards carried a man into the medical room. The patient was shot in the stomach and bleeding.
In fact, Ning Tao should have treated the one who got shot first, but he was partial to Jiang Hao.
The special forces guard lay on the small sickbed, groaning in pain. He was in bad shape. “Doctor, is here… all right?”
His life was in danger, and he was going to be treated in this humble medical room, which left him with doubts and worries.
Ning Tao put his hand on the patient's wound, injected special spiritual power into him, and comforted him, “Don't worry. I have cured sicker patients than you in such a medical room. You'll be all right.”
His special spiritual power not only relieved the pain of special forces guard, but also relaxed his strained nerves. The patient calmed down as quickly as being sedated.
Ning Tao took out the ledger of bamboo slips from the small medicine chest and put it on the patient's legs. After a few seconds, he took the ledger back and opened it.
The diagnosis was revealed on the ledger of bamboo slips, “Zhang Chao, born on the eighth day of the third lunar month in the 13th year in a cycle of sixty years; the first merit is to show filial piety to his parents, counting 10 points of merits of good intention; the second merit is to protect his homes and defend his country, counting four points of merits of good intention… He owns 14 points of merits of good intention. A prescription pact for merits of good intention can heal him by cancelling out his merits.”
“What are you looking at, doctor?” Zhang Chao asked curiously, his spirits lifted.
“It's remote here,” Ning Tao stated. “It takes more than an hour for the hospital ambulance to get here, but you're not going to make it. I can cure you, but I have my rules.”
“What are your rules?” Zhang Chao asked.
“I'll give you a prescription pact, and you need to sign it,” Ning Tao replied. “But after you sign it, your merits will be gone. If you agree, I'll write the prescription pact for you and you sign it. If you don't agree, I'll help you wait until the ambulance arrives.”
The bullet went into his intestines. It wasn't as simple as taking shrapnel out of legs, and the medical conditions here simply didn't allow that kind of operation. He had to take the soldier to the Sky Clinic for treatment.
“Merits?” Zhang Chao asked. “I don't believe that. Doctor, just write the prescription pact. I'll sign it. It takes more than an hour for the ambulance to get here, and the same time to get back. I don't want to die on the way to the hospital.”
Ning Tao took out a prescription pad, wrote out a prescription pact for merits of good intention, and handed it and a pen to Zhang Chao.
Zhang Chao took a quick look and signed on the prescription pact. Then he handed it back to Ning Tao and said, “I've signed it. Please treat me now.”
“No hurry.” Ning Tao dipped a little blood on the bottom of his trousers and then raised his hand to draw a blood lock on the wall behind the small sickbed.
“What are you doing?” Zhang Chao inquired in surprise.
Without explanation, Ning Tao opened the convenient door with the key of the clinic.
There was a black hole in the wall that looked as if it had been burned.
Zhang Chao was stunned, openmouthed.
Ning Tao pushed the small sickbed through the convenient door.
After a few minutes, Ning Tao pushed the small sickbed back to the medical room. Zhang Chao lay in the bed in a coma, and there was no sign of bullet in his stomach.
However, Ning Tao still put a piece of gauze on his abdomen before carrying him out.
A group of special forces guards watched in astonishment as Ning Tao walked out of the medical room, along with Zhang Chao in his arms.
Ning Tao said, “He's fine. Next.”
These wounded soldiers all had at least four points of merits of good intention for their defending their country. It was a reward for a tough fight, and their small merits should not be underestimated.
In fact, for these soldiers, exchanging merits for treatment in the Sky Clinic was definitely not a loss, but a gain. Apart from others, the Fine Primary Elixir Ning Tao gave them would bring them huge benefits—healthier bodies, stronger immunity, protection from diseases, and even a longer life!