Shen Nianqing traveled through time.
From the deputy chief physician of the Department of Surgery at the General Hospital of the Military Region, he transformed into a fourteen-year-old farmer's daughter during a severe drought in ancient times.
My father's leg was rotten for half a year. Doctor Liu came here once and took 20 yuan, saying that it couldn't be cured.
My mother was so thin that she had only a handful of bones left, and she supported the whole family by herself.
The younger brother is ten years old and the younger sister is six years old. The rice jar at home is at the bottom and there are only seventeen copper coins.
People in the village began to flee.
Everyone felt that the Shen family was doomed. With a lame father, a sick mother, and three and a half-year-old children, this family cannot survive this winter.
Shen Nianqing rolled up her sleeves.
Can't be cured? She will treat it.
From farmhouses to large tents in military camps, from debriding rotten legs to saving lives on the battlefield.
When the taciturn deputy general of the frontier army met her for the first time, she was squatting in the mud to sew a soldier's stomach with twelve stitches, the needles were steady, and there was more blood on her hands than the wounded soldier.
He looked at her for a long time.
"You are a farm girl, but your skills are more stable than those of a military medical officer."
Shen Nianqing didn't even raise his head.
"Hold him down. Don't let him move."
