I rely on the map to guide Xueba

Wei Junxing vaguely remembered that Dr. Yang's consulting room was on the westernmost side of the main room, and after entering the main room door, he went to the left and walked all the way to the end.

Medicines at that time were a mix of Chinese and Western medicines. In the consultation room, there were not only boxes of Chinese medicines that occupied three walls, but also bottles and jars of Western medicines.

On those boxes, some had names marked on them, and some didn't. It was as hard as heaven to find something.

Wei Junxing didn't care about 21 when he entered the door, and started to rummage through the drawers. He Jingshuo came in behind him, looked around, and didn't know where to start, so he listened to Wei Junxing's instructions,

"Xueba, you look over there, I'll turn over here, so hurry up. I don't know which one is an anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving needle, and there are no disposable needles here, they are all general-purpose iron needles, which need to be boiled in hot water to sterilize. "

After he finished speaking, he continued to pick and pull those drawers, and muttered while searching,

"But don't have too much hope. At that time, there was a lack of medical treatment and medicine. It was normal to not find vaccines and immunoglobulins, but anti-inflammatory drugs and wound medicine should be available.

I remember one time, my left thumb was suppurated and the pain was unbearable, so my mother brought me to Dr. Yang.He didn't even give me an anesthetic, he just took a knife and burned it, and dug it down with my thumb. Now that I think about it, I don't know how I survived! "

While Wei Junxing was talking, he continued to flip through the drawer, while He Jingshuo on the other side suddenly lost his voice.

"what happened?"

Wei Junxing looked up in some puzzlement, only to feel a white shadow flash in front of his eyes, and He Jingshuo actually came in front of him.

Without saying a word, He Jingshuo grabbed his left thumb and took a closer look.

When Wei Junxing was grabbed by him like this, he felt hot on his face and wanted to withdraw his hand, but He Jingshuo grabbed it tightly and did not pull it back.

"He Jingshuo, why are you on a nerve?"

He Jingshuo grabbed Wei Junxing's left hand and looked it over quickly. His fingers were long and slender, with neatly manicured nails covering the round finger pads. The thumb was no different from other normal fingers.

Wei Junxing glared at He Jingshuo fiercely, and when he wanted to withdraw his hand, for some reason, a cluster of pink flames burst out like a candle from the tip of the thumb on his left hand, illuminating He Jingshuo. s face.

The expression on He Jingshuo's face changed, as if he realized his gaffe, he hurriedly let go and took a step back, putting his hands behind his back.

But the index finger and thumb that had touched Wei Junxing's hand suddenly became hot, and a pink flame was also lit.

He lowered his head hastily, extinguished the fire, and went back to the table on the other side. He couldn't figure out what happened to him just now. It was at that moment that his body was not controlled by his brain, and he directly made this seemingly intimate move.

Wei Junxing's curiosity was attracted by the flame on his finger, and he didn't notice He Jingshuo's flustered expression and the same flame on his hand.

"Spiritual light? Is this the spiritual light that the old fairy in the fairy alley said?"

He raised his other hand and touched the fire on his thumb. It looked like a flame, but there was no heat at all to the touch, just a cluster of lights.

Wei Junxing glanced at He Jingshuo again, saw him staring at his thumb thoughtfully, and suddenly remembered what He Jingshuo told him at the entrance of Shenxian Alley, that some things should be hidden.

He withdrew his hand in embarrassment to wipe out the aura, and continued to look for medicine, but he heard He Jingshuo quietly asking behind him,

"How old were you then?"

Wei Junxing raised his face and thought about it intently,

"It's about seven years old, it doesn't seem to go to school."

After finishing speaking, as if he suddenly realized something, he turned his face to meet He Jingshuo's caring gaze, immediately raised the corner of his mouth, stretched out his long arm, and put it on He Jingshuo's shoulder,

"Xueba, are you worried about your teammates?"

He Jingshuo blushed, and turned his face away in a concealed manner,

"You're my partner, shouldn't you?"

When He Jingshuo was hit by him like this, he felt that the index finger and thumb of his right hand that had just squeezed Wei Junxing's thumb jumped slightly, and the two clusters of pink aura lit up again.

Wei Junxing put his hand on his shoulder, patted his shoulder lightly, and gave He Jingshuo a very tempting answer,

"Indeed, I am an NPC-like existence in this dream world."

NPC?He Jingshuo was surprised by Wei Junxing's metaphor. Could it be that his own thoughts were subconsciously influenced by him?

Wei Junxing finished praising himself like a king's wife, and continued to search in the drawer, not noticing He Jingshuo's unconfused face at all.

After flipping through the drawers for a while, Wei Junxing suddenly roared as if he had discovered a new world,

"I found it, I found it, Xueba, take a look, how about penicillin?"

He Jingshuo raised his eyes and saw that Wei Junxing was holding a glass bottle containing powder in his hand. There was a white label on it, and several small black characters "penicillin and streptomycin" were neatly written with a brush.

"Take it, anyway, it's better than nothing."

With He Jingshuo's affirmation, Wei Junxing carefully put the glass bottle into his pocket, and took a needle tube and a needle from the white porcelain plate on the table.

He Jingshuo found disinfectant alcohol, medical cotton gauze, and disinfectant cotton in a large drawer.

The two of them took their things and hurried back. The village was surprisingly quiet during the day. There were no chickens, ducks or dogs running around in the street, and there were no human voices, only the chirping of cicadas on the trees and the crowing of frogs in the pond. .

Gong Nianwei was put on the bed by Zhuo Hui and fell asleep, while Zhuo Hui sat on the chair beside her without blinking an eye to accompany her. Seeing Wei Junxing and the others come back, Zhuo Hui's spirit was considered relaxed.

After Zhuohui saw Wei Junxing coming in, he quickly went to the kitchen to find a small aluminum pot, boiled a pot of water, sterilized the needle tube and needle in the pot, and then urged He Jingshuo to give Gong Nianwei an injection.

He Jingshuo held up the needle and hesitated for a moment, then took the penicillin bottle in Wei Junxing's hand, poured some saline into it, shook it vigorously, and then drew some liquid medicine out.

Wei Junxing saw He Jingshuo walking towards the bed with a needle in his hand, and suddenly remembered something. He Jingshuo was a high school graduate like him, so why did he believe that He Jingshuo could give injections?

"Xueba, are you okay?"

He Jingshuo raised his eyes, his eyes were calm,

"Look at others playing."

Zhuohui jumped up from the chair,

"You mean no?"

"Can't say that either."

Wei Junxing and Zhuo Hui exchanged a look, and they turned their backs together in a tacit understanding,

"Please."

Wei Junxing pretended to go out with an aluminum pot to pour water, not wanting to see the tragic scene in the house, and Zhuo Hun also followed him out of the house step by step.

Gong Nianwei was seriously injured. She had a high fever that would not go away. If the inflammation did not go away, her life was at stake. They seemed to have no other choice but to believe in Xueba's ability.