The Taming of the Ruffian Hero

A gunshot in the wilderness was particularly ear-piercing and ferocious.

I braced myself up and started to prepare the medicines needed for trauma treatment in my mobile clinic. A group of bold people near the slums had already rushed to the gunshot to see what happened.

My name is Wei Zhangchao, I am a doctor, gender, male.After graduation, he worked in the provincial capital for seven years.Seven years was like a nightmare.

Beginning as an intern as a pharmacist, I revisited the oath I made when I entered the university: "I volunteer to dedicate myself to medicine... I am determined to do my best to eliminate the suffering of mankind, to help the perfection of health, to maintain the sanctity and honor of medical skills, to save lives and heal the wounded, and to spare no effort. Hard work, persistent pursuit, and a lifelong struggle for the development of the medical and health cause of the motherland and the physical and mental health of mankind."My ideal is to become a doctor who saves all living beings and helps the world. The ideal may be too big, but I never stop pursuing it.

Two years later, because of a difficult disease, I became a veritable attending doctor of surgery, and a few years later, I became the deputy chief doctor. The pennant I sent, the thumbs up to me, and the pain and sorrow of some patients who I couldn't recover from left.

During this period, what made me tired was all kinds of qualification exams, papers, medical conferences, etc. chasing fame and fortune.

And these, not all.

The doctor's income is closely related to the price of the medicine prescribed to the patient and the price of the examination, but I have become an unusual doctor in the hospital with a great reputation but the lowest income.

After all, I was unable to pay the high fees for patients and the cumbersome registration process. As I walked, I found that I had walked very far, very far...

I have already violated the oath and promise at that time.

With the eyes of everyone and my family's objection, I accepted a donation from a certain foundation and started to open an independent clinic myself to provide the best possible medical treatment to all the people at the lowest price.I have traveled through many cities, walking in the shadows of the most fringes, treating the poorest people. Recently, I have not been back to the small town for a long time, so I settled down in this slum and opened a mobile clinic.

The wounded was quickly brought back by them. They said that he was pulled out from the swamp in the west, and it was a man who smelled of putrid mud all over his body.His body was covered with mud and rotten grass, and a few leeches sat peacefully on his face, sucking and swollen.

I frowned and moved the wounded without authorization, not knowing if I had caused a second injury.

Checked the whole body, the bullet penetrated the wound, entered from the right side of the skull, and shot out from the right side near the temple.This man's luck is really very good. I heard that if the bullet stays in the skull, it will continue to rotate before it stops. It looks like a small hole, and a huge collapsed space will be formed inside. At that time, he should be Died instantly.

Fortunately, small clinics still have certain conditions.I pushed back the curious crowd. For such a bullet wound, it really requires extreme concentration and patience.Subcutaneous hemorrhage, intracranial bone fragments, and skull fixation all require a large operating room and testing.As a last resort, I had to temporarily sterilize and clean up all his wounds, stop the bleeding, and put on an oxygen mask.The nearby hospital was not ideal, so I immediately called for someone to take him directly to the central hospital in a small city that was far away overnight.

You still have time.

A series of work such as brain CT was carried out, and the operation of large-scale craniotomy to remove bone fragments began in the emergency room.After an overnight operation, the patient's vital signs gradually stabilized.

The doctor asked me to contact the family of the patient, and because the bullet wound was really suspicious, they called the police.

The identity of this man seems to be very mysterious, he only has an ID card on him, Zhang Shouxi.There are no next-of-kin contacts available.

The patient's vitality is very tenacious, so he was shot and fell into a coma, and he can still survive until the operation. The operation went smoothly and he stabilized quickly.But the patient's desire to survive did not seem to be ideal. After more than a week, he still failed to wake up.

Several groups of policemen came one after another to take pictures and collect evidence, but in the end they paid the medical expenses in advance and demanded that Zhang Shouxi be sent to a hospital in another province.Soon someone sent a car to pick him up.

I don't agree to transport him away, since he can get effective treatment here, why send him so far away.

I am not a family member, I am completely unfamiliar with him, and I am not even qualified to follow the car.

Until the end, I was anxious to tell the people that I was Zhang Shouxi's friend, and made up a few words casually, but those people made me make a statement in a serious manner, and let me go with the car.Only now did I understand that he must not be someone who could not exist here in this small town. All they needed was my transcript based on Zhang Shouxi. As for why, I don't understand.

For me, this was supposed to be the end of it.

Before I saw Zhang Shouxi being transported away, the shocking scars on his neck and body made me feel like I saw the smoke of many battlefields, that desperate and heroic man who was born and died.

Injuries can heal, but scars can't heal.

I suddenly had such a momentary desire to heal the scars all over his body.I boarded a vehicle heading to another province.

That day, I was resting in front of Zhang Dong's hospital bed, and suddenly felt itching in my ears. When I woke up, I saw Zhang Shouxi's big hand, stroking my ear repeatedly, and the calluses in his hand touched my skin. , Warm and cold, slightly painful.

"Are you awake?" I asked.

Zhang Shouxi nodded and asked, "Who are you?"

"Wei Zhangchao."

"It sounds good." He said, his eyes were a little blank across the white ward.

I suddenly became a little alert.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Zhang Shouxi." He said.

I breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and asked, "What happened?"

If I heard correctly, Zhang Shouxi and I said the same thing.

Zhang Shouxi lost his memory.

All his bodily functions are there, he can still read and write, and he can speak and think fluently, but he still only remembers one name——Zhang Shouxi.

How I found him, how he was transferred here, explained everything, he and I sincerely thank you.According to the age in his ID card, he should be 31 this year. I have met people of this age, even if they express their gratitude enthusiastically, they still have reservations. Zhang Shouxi's sincerity is full of honesty and simplicity. I believe that before he lost his memory, he was a very honest and simple man.

According to Zhang Shouxi's ID card, the registered address is a certain city or county in Jiangxi Province.I am going to wait for him to fully recover and leave the hospital, and take him back there to find his relatives.

But he can speak Mandarin most of the time, and sometimes he would babble a few words in a language I couldn't understand. Later, a nurse in the hospital said that he spoke Mongolian.He also spoke some dialect, but no one could understand it. I thought it was the dialect of his hometown where his ID card was.

He was finally discharged from the hospital, the sun was shining and the sky was clear.

The first thing I did when I was discharged from the hospital did not make me worry, but it also opened my eyes.When he saw a motorcycle snatching a woman's backpack on the road, he took three steps at a time, ran wildly for a while, caught up with the motorcycle that hadn't fully accelerated, and knocked the two criminals to the ground with one fist. The two gangsters took out their daggers, and I was very worried. Zhang Shouxi unloaded their murder weapons in twos and twos, tied the two of them firmly together with the rope tied to the back of the motorcycle, and then kicked them to the ground. Together they rolled a few times, crying like ghosts and howling like wolves.

This series of movements was crisp and neat, and the movement skills were superb. Passers-by watched and applauded. Zhang Shouxi smiled and took my hand, and walked in a daze.

"Where did you learn that?" I asked.

He shook his head, looked at his hands, and seemed a little disbelieving.He suddenly smiled happily and said: "In this way, I will be your bodyguard from now on, and I can protect you for the rest of my life." After he finished speaking, he suddenly thought hard about something, but he couldn't think of it, so he frowned.

I was already stunned on the spot.

As a man, I know very well why I am not married and have no object so far.

In this life, he has never been the only person who has said such things to me.

He asked me why I was crying.

I said I don't know.

He said he always felt like I was alone.

I shook my head: "I don't remember, forget it."

Even if it is amnesia, it seems to be his instinct to punish evil and promote good.I believe that before he lost his memory, he must have been a very brave soldier or a very professionally trained bodyguard.As for the scars all over his body, they must have fallen from the mission.

Now I can suddenly speculate, why did those people in the small town let Zhang Shouxi leave, was it to protect him, or was the mission a failure?None of this matters, I thought, take him home.

Knowing that he was going back to his hometown, he seemed very excited, as if there were still some unfinished business in his hometown.

But he has no memory of everything in this county, and the people in that village have no impression of him. I asked the people in the village to speak the dialect, but the dialect was completely different from what he spoke.

He knew this was not his hometown.

He can sing a song: "Swan geese, in the sky, line up in pairs..."

Yes, he should be from Inner Mongolia.

It's just as big as Inner Mongolia.

I still want to quietly take him back to the small town to have a look.

Along the way, he would say: "My surname is Zhang, arrogant Zhang."

He has a platinum and diamond ring on his hand, he will cherish it very much, and he is reluctant to be touched by anyone.

He sometimes says sorry to me, and I can hear that he didn't say it to me.Maybe it's a girl who looks a bit like me.I think that girl should be happy.

We went back to the small town and lived near the place where I found him, and then we quietly inquired around. Later, I found out that there was a shooting case in the place where he happened. to any message.

I still run a clinic, but not only serve the poor, I also rely on my hard power to receive assistance from some people with status.I want to know, I want to know everything about Shouxi!

It was much more difficult than imagined.

……

Two years passed in a blink of an eye.

Shouxi seems to have been forgotten by the people of the small town.No one knew him, no one was curious about him.He became the most capable assistant by my side, and gradually became known as Dr. Zhang.

But I am not reconciled that he is Dr. Zhang!The doctor is me, he is my patient, he has scars all over his body, his wounds are already healed, but I want to heal his scars.

He seems to be used to being by my side, helping me with everything he can, and learning medicine from me very well.He taught me grappling moves and worked out with me.

At night, he would hug me to sleep, but occasionally when I woke up in the middle of the night, I saw the skylight outside the window shining in his eyes, and he stared at me so intently, those eyes were enough to make me blush and heartbeat.

What is he thinking?

One day we saw a wedding on a TV screen down the street.

This wedding, to me, is probably a dream.The wedding venue was grand and luxurious, full of guests and reporters, during which the flashing lights crackled and shone continuously. How could such an event not cause a sensation?

The protagonists are two mature men, depending on their age, they are in their early thirties.One is tall and tall, with mature eyebrows, exuding a heroic and inviolable noble atmosphere, and the other, I have never seen such a handsome and handsome man in my life, it can be lower than I have ever been moved or even moved by. Any male star who has consoled himself.

I remember that Zhang Shouxi stood under the big screen and watched for a long time. He didn't know that he was crying, and I didn't know that I was crying either.

Zhang Shouxi turned around, wiped away my tears, and said, "I really hope that one day, you can cry and laugh at any time..."

Zhang Shouxi then wanted to leave this small town.

I haven't figured out his identity, his memory, I am not reconciled.

But if he wants to leave, I will follow him after all.

However, I clearly found a screenshot of a wanted warrant at that time on a website in Xiaocheng——Zhang Dong!That photo is exactly what he looked like more than ten years ago, so young and so resolute, it is impossible to connect him with a wanted criminal!However, the arrest warrant has been cancelled, and a note was attached, confirming that the murderer was not him.

Zhang Dong, his original name is Zhang Dong!

Why is he crying under that screen?

Who is he for?

Zhang Dong seemed to understand what I was thinking.

"Some scars are left voluntarily, but they don't need treatment, do they?" Zhang Dong said with a smile.

"Zhang Dong! I know your name is Zhang Dong! You remember something, right?" I burst into tears.

He shook his head slowly: "I remember you saved me, I remember you are kind. My name is Zhang Shouxi."

"Who is guarding the stream? Which clear stream is it?" I murmured.

"Maybe, it's from my hometown. Let's go find it with me. Isn't that good?" Zhang Dong smiled and lit a cigarette.As far as I remember, he doesn't smoke.

I followed him, or rather, he followed me, all the way north.

I plan to start searching from the easternmost part of Inner Mongolia. I will always find his home in my whole life.

The so-called answer to the riddle, sometimes giving up, is only for a moment, just when he said, isn't this good?

Admittedly, it's pretty good.

In the mountains and rivers, there is a companion, in the misty world, there is such a person...