Break out of the courtyard

Chapter 602 No Big Problem

Zhang Heping glanced at the other five burn patients in the ward and said casually, "It's not a big problem!"

Ok?

Everyone in the room was stunned and looked at Zhang Heping in unison. Even Zhao Jianguo's gauze head moved.

"Dad!" Zhang Heping looked at his father Zhang Bing, who was wearing military green trousers, and said sternly, "Show us your artificial leg. Go to the orthopedic department and see how many soldiers are missing limbs?"

"Director Zhang, we don't have..."

A middle-aged man in a white coat just opened his mouth when he was stared at by Zhang Heping's cold eyes, which made him shut up subconsciously.

Doesn’t Zhang Heping know that there are no soldiers with broken limbs in the orthopedic department of the Harmonious Hospital?

Doesn't he know that most of those amputee soldiers are treated in field hospitals?

He said this obviously for the person on the hospital bed to hear!

Each of them has hands and feet, at least they are better than those comrades who have amputated limbs!

"Vice President Qin, please take my dad to the orthopedic department!" Zhang Heping's tone was casual, but his eyes were sharp, with an unquestionable meaning, "Compared to simple large-area burns like this, those wounded soldiers who have been amputated need psychological comfort."

Zhang Heping turned to look at the old company commander and said, "Uncle Zhao, I will prepare a burn ointment for Lao Liu and the others to apply, and then use silver needles to stimulate their metabolism. They will be cured in less than a year."

"You crowding here will hinder our treatment; except for the medical staff from the burn and acupuncture departments, everyone else please wait outside."

After Zhang Heping finished speaking, he stared straight at his father Zhang Bing.

Old Zhang has been setting up a shoe stall in front of his house for many years and has seen quite a few people. He immediately realized that his son had something to say.

Zhang Bing pulled up his trouser legs and asked tentatively, "Heping, you asked me to show you my artificial leg. Are you going to install prosthetic limbs for them?"

The reason why he asked this was, firstly, Zhang Heping had once given prosthetic limbs to Zhang Bing's comrades-in-arms, and secondly, Zhang Heping was not short of money for prosthetic limbs now, and Zhang Bing hoped that Zhang Heping would give prosthetic limbs to those wounded soldiers.

Zhang Heping saw that his father understood what he was going to say, so he smiled and said, "Didn't I tell you last time that I was researching multifunctional mechanical prostheses?"

"You mean, with a prosthesis placed on a broken arm, you can use chopsticks to eat?" Zhang Bing asked excitedly, forgetting about the burn patient next to him.

Zhang Heping explained loudly: "The robotic arms we have made so far can only use spoons and forks to eat, and cannot perform delicate movements like using chopsticks to eat. We have to wait until the neural connection system is developed."

"It would be great if I could eat with a spoon by myself!" Zhang Bing said happily, "This way I won't be a burden to my family!"

Zhang Heping looked at the doctors who were leaving one after another and urged them, "Dad, you and Uncle Zhao go and count the wounded soldiers who have had their limbs amputated. Tell them that I will provide them with prosthetic limbs for free and ask them not to think too much."

"Compared to their dead comrades, these lucky surviving soldiers should be thankful and live on bravely instead of becoming trash in the eyes of others! Cowards!"

Zhang Heping spoke the last sentence even louder, and Old Zhang and the old company commander suddenly realized that he was talking to Zhao Jianguo who was lying on the bed.

After he finished speaking, Zhang Heping asked for paper and pen, and casually said to the burn doctor next to him: "This is a confidential formula. We haven't signed a confidentiality agreement. Go find your vice president to sign it later!"

Upon hearing this, a dozen or so medical staff who were peeking around immediately took two or three steps back, suppressed their curiosity, and dared not peek.

"Mr. Zhang, is this kind of large-area burn really okay?" Burns expert Lao Li asked in a low voice.

"No problem!" Zhang Heping spoke without hesitation, pointing a pen at Zhao Jianguo on the bed. "Look, the most troublesome problem for patients with extensive burns in the past was infusion. We have already used catheters to build intravenous channels, and medication has reduced the risk of infection. The only thing left is skin treatment!"

"In addition to anti-infection, Western medicine also uses skin transplants to treat large-area burns. But the results of skin transplants are ugly and not as good as the patient's own skin."

"Most of the Chinese medicine prescriptions passed down by our ancestors are to stimulate the body's own immunity and make itself..."

Zhang Heping has already entered the teaching mode. While treating Zhao Laoliu and others, he also takes on the teaching tasks of the burn department.

What he didn't expect was that he was busy in the burn department and was called to the orthopedics department before he had time to say a few words to Zhao Jianguo.

"They are all the wounded soldiers who were recently withdrawn!" Elder Hua, who had come specially, said solemnly to Zhang Heping: "The matter of installing prosthetic limbs has been reported, and the higher-ups have instructed all the factories in North China to give priority to meeting your needs!"

Zhang Heping quickly checked the broken bones of several wounded soldiers, frowned and said to Elder Hua: "The broken bones need to be re-polished after surgery before the prosthesis can be installed. This process is a bit long, and I don't have time to stay here."

Elder Hua nodded and said, "I have asked someone to invite orthopedic experts from other hospitals, and they have also brought cameras. You just need to leave a few teaching videos."

"That's fine!" Zhang Heping said seriously, "For the remaining mechanical prostheses, please contact Mr. Song from the Precision Instrument Factory. If you need funds, please let Director Wang talk to me."

"You don't have to pay, the country will bear all the expenses for the wounded!" Old Hua replied seriously, and then quietly stayed by the side, watching Zhang Heping check these wounded soldiers who were temporarily brought in.

Zhang Heping worked until 8 o'clock in the evening, after finishing recording several teaching videos, and then went to the hospital cafeteria to eat with a group of doctors.

On the way back, Mr. Hua asked Zhang Heping, who was sitting next to him, "I heard that you are buying stocks of Western European companies recently. Do you plan to invest there?"

"It's just to dispel the concerns of European and American people, promote global Internet connectivity, and promote Chinese systems and Chinese software." Zhang Heping explained casually: "In fact, I value the stability of the financial market more than they do!"

"In troubled times, human life is as cheap as a dog's. You have been through it all, so you should feel it more deeply than I do!"

Zhang Heping has no ambition to dominate the world. What he cares about more now is family inheritance and prolonging his life.

Therefore, peaceful, stable and development is the way to go!

"I feel relieved that you think so!" Mr. Hua said with satisfaction, and then asked about the Internet in Western Europe and the economic situation there.

When Zhang Heping returned to No. 5 Wanshou Road, it was already 11 o'clock in the evening, but the old company commander Zhao Ziliang was still waiting in Zhang's living room.

Old Zhao never expected that Zhang Heping and Old Hua had any connection. Judging from their conversation this afternoon, they seemed very familiar with each other!

Zhao Ziliang felt helpless. If he had known earlier that Zhang Heping had this relationship, he would have no problem personally driving his own sixth son to Shenzhen to transfer to a new job!

"Heping..." Zhao Ziliang stood up immediately when he saw Zhang Heping coming back and asked anxiously, "What you said in the ward today, are Lao Liu and the others' burns really okay?"

"Uncle Zhao, don't worry!" Zhang Heping put down his suitcase and let his mother Ma Xiuzhen drag him away. He glanced at his nephew who ran out, then looked at the old company commander and said, "The burn ointment I used today is a secret recipe from the palace."

"Back then, the imperial doctors used many living people for experiments in order to improve the efficacy of medicines!"

"Company commander, I think this kid won't lie to you!" Zhang Bing said with a smile.

Old Zhang was very happy today. Not only did his son make him proud, but he also told a group of young wounded soldiers about his years of war and shared his experience of setting up a shoe stall after retiring from the army. He was like a guiding light.

"Heping, thank you!" The old company commander stepped forward and held Zhang Heping's right hand, tears in his eyes. His voice was a little out of tune, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Zhang Heping let the other party exert force on his hand, "Uncle Zhao, considering the relationship between our two families, and the relationship between me and Lao Liu, if you keep saying thank you, it will seem awkward!"

"Heping is right!" Father Zhang Bing chimed in, "If the company commander is too polite, it will seem strange!"

"It's getting late. I'll arrange a car to take Uncle Zhao back. We'll meet at the hospital tomorrow morning." Zhang Heping took the old company commander Zhao Ziliang out of the house. "Uncle Zhao, go back and tell Auntie that after Old Six gets a new skin, find him something to do. He'll be able to forget about what happened on the battlefield. Don't worry!"

Zhao Ziliang felt that Zhang Heping was comforting him and reminding him to transfer Lao Liu to a civilian job. He felt a little complicated for a moment.

If he had agreed to Lao Liu's transfer to Shenzhen City, this wouldn't have happened. He couldn't help but sigh, "Alas..."