Chapter 173 Wufu 10 Mission

The MSC medical service station is located in a nomadic village on a tributary of the Rival River.

There are thatched huts with domed roofs and russet dirt roads full of potholes. Under the baobab trees on the side of the road, there are sometimes children who drink milk and women with vigilant eyes. Less than a strong grown man.

Maybe all the men go out to herds, or there is a sudden event in the village that only men are allowed to participate in. Of course, it is also possible that the men in this village are all forced to be sent to the front line. This is all possible. However, Xing Conglian couldn't care so much for the time being. In the back seat, Wang Chao had already woken up and was retching from the car door. This was a normal reaction to a mild concussion, and he seemed to be safe. But the situation of the female bodyguard may not be so optimistic.

Kang An probed the female bodyguard's breath with his hand and said, "Boss, haven't you arrived yet, she's dying."

Xing Conglian stretched out his hand and took a shot at the co-pilot's drowsy bar owner due to blood loss: "Where is the place?"

The bald bar owner's eyes were blurred, and he barely looked around, but couldn't make any answer.

He had to avoid the dirt hole on the road alone. He instinctively searched for buildings that looked like a hospital or a health service station. Finally, three conjoined buildings appeared in front of him.

In front of the small building was an empty grain drying yard, covered with an army green pergola. When it was close, Xing Conglian found out that there were sun mats under the pergola, and dozens of people were lying on it. Treatment of local residents. Across the mat is the outpatient room. Many people are sitting on wooden benches waiting quietly. Doctors in white coats are busy working inside and outside the "hospital".

Xing Conglian jumped out of the car and slammed the door. What surprised him even more was that the doctors here were all black-haired and yellow-skinned Asians except for the obvious black people. He tentatively shouted "Doctor" in Chinese. .

All the Asians turned their heads, and one of them hung up the stethoscope and ran towards him.

"What happened?" the man began to ask from a long distance.

Hearing the old story in a foreign country is the most exciting, Xing Cong quickly replied: "We had a car accident, the lady was in the worst condition, she hit the windshield, her chest was hit hard by the steering wheel, I suspect rib fractures and severe internal bleeding; The bald man who was driving was hit by a bison and broke his arm; the young man in the back seat had a slight concussion, and the other one didn't care."

After Xing Cong reported the situation in a row, the doctor was stunned in front of him.

"What's wrong?" Xing Conglian asked.

"No, it's very touching to hear Chinese all of a sudden." The young doctor suddenly stretched out his arms and hugged him, then quickly let go, calling for another doctor to bring a stretcher and carrying the final injured Kanachal out of the back seat. Immediately sent to the small gray cement building for surgery.

Kang An helped the dynasty out of the car.

The doctor pointed to the mat on the ground and said to the dizzy young man, "Lie down and I'll examine you."

Mr. Wang kept his eyes wide open while he was sick, resisting the desire to vomit, and said resolutely, "I will die! I! No!"

Xing Conglian looked at the cool mat on the ground, and only thought that the mat was probably brought here by these doctors of Huaguo, but looking at the blackened mat, he still couldn't bear to let the dynasty lie on it.

He went back to the trunk and took out the floor mat and spread it on the ground, only then did the dynasty reluctantly want to lie down.

The doctor poked Wang Chao's forehead and said, "I'm letting you lie here for your own good. Generally, the people who enter the back building are severely ill patients. Maybe there are people with AIDS or Ebola infection..."

Dynasty was so frightened that he wanted to vomit even more.

The doctor broke off the young man's head and said solemnly: "Originally, you must have an MRI in this situation, but you see that we don't have that thing now, so you lie down for one night, and if you don't die, you can be discharged alive tomorrow. "

After he finished speaking, he straightened up and was about to leave.

Xing Conglian finally couldn't help but shouted at the other party: "Don't you even need an infusion?" He pointed to a patient in the distance who was receiving an infusion and asked.

The doctor said to him solemnly: "Disposable needles and anti-inflammatory drugs are precious and should be reserved for those who need them more." He stretched out his thumb and poked the young man on the ground, "He is fine, observe. You can leave in one night."

"Thank you." Xing Conglian said seriously.

The other party looked at him, glanced at him from head to toe, and then seemed to suddenly think of something: "Where are you going?"

"Go to the rainforest." Xing Conglian said.

The doctor was about to say something, but was suddenly called by his name, and immediately turned his head and ran back to the small building.

The small "hospital" was busier than he thought, and Xing Conglian only saw the young doctor who had something to say at night.

Dynasty fell asleep on the floor mat, and refused to cover the quilt brought by the nurse without saying anything.

Karnachar's operation was successful. It is said that a rib pierced her lungs, but it is no longer life-threatening. The bald bar owner is with her female bodyguard. It seems that their relationship has slept a few times more than usual. The boss and his followers are even more twisted, but Xing Cong doesn't even bother to care about them.

The prairie had a beautiful starry sky late at night. Kang An was dozing off in the jeep. He stayed by the dynasty, resting his head on his hands and lying down at will.

"Did you miss a girlfriend?" Suddenly there was a Chinese language behind him. He turned around and saw the doctor Hua Guo who had been walking around the small building leisurely for a day.

Xing Conglian did not answer this question.

The young doctor laughed, and squatted down in front of him very familiarly: "I always wanted to bring my girlfriend to Africa, and I thought it was very romantic to lie on the grassland and watch the stars, but after I came here, I thought already."

Xing Conglian looked back at the small cement building that could not be called a hospital, and nodded: "Is it because the conditions are too bad?"

"It's more than bad, it's bad, do you think this is a place where people live..." He looked around and muttered.

Xing Conglian lit a cigarette and thought it was funny: "Then why are you still here?"

"This is Call of Duty!"

"speak English."

The doctor glared at him, his face showing the spirit of youth only: "When I graduated from college, I saw an ABC report saying that a doctor from Hua Guo had been in the Dana area for ten years and had the same Together with MSC and Médecins Sans Frontières, we have completed the establishment of the basic medical system in the most difficult and unimaginable way in the world. I am deeply inspired and decided to follow the example of my predecessors and support the construction of Africa."

Xing Conglian took a breath: "It's ideal."

"That's right, I think so too." The doctor began to ramble again, "Actually, there are so many doctors in Hua Guo here, all of whom are bewitched by Dr. Duan and his old man. Probably handsome people are just devilish. I have a brain. As soon as I ran over, I regretted it when I came, but I can't go anymore." He said, kneeling beside Wang Chao to continue the inspection.

"Why can't we leave?" Xing Conglian felt amused.

"I have been here for two years. I studied general medicine. At that time, my parents had already found me a job in the health service station in my hometown, but I only found out after I came here. Damn Community Health Services, there is no place in the world that needs me more."

Xing Conglian breathed out a smoke ring, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said lightly, "It does sound like a Call of Duty."

The young doctor put down the stethoscope, listened to Wang Chao's heart and lungs, then pointed at the small concrete building and said, "No, no, I was bewitched by a traitor. I doubted my sexuality for a while, or I saw Mr. Duan's photos. He just came here. But he is really a remarkable person. You see that the concrete building behind is not there. The sterile operating room in it has just saved your friend's life, or her injury is not at all. I can't survive tonight, and it's all thanks to Teacher Duan!"

Xing Conglian glanced at him, and finally noticed the abnormality in the conversation: "Tell me so much, and praise your teacher Duan in three sentences. What do you want to do?"

The little doctor said nervously: "Mr. Duan lost contact with us a week ago. We are afraid that something has happened to him. The last time we contacted, he was in the Gaomeng tribe. He heard from the bald head that you are going there, can I trouble you to drop by? Find him, if he has an accident, please help him!"

"Why do you ask me?" Xing Conglian asked.

"After all, in a foreign country, only compatriots in our own country can be trusted." The little doctor patted him on the shoulder, then sat down on the ground dejectedly, "Actually, we also tried to find some people, but the situation in the rain forest is too bad. It's complicated, many people are reluctant to go, and some who have agreed have not responded, and we don't know what to do, I'm really begging you!"

Looking at the little doctor with his hands folded in front of him, Xing Cong didn't even know how he could take on the strange mission of saving the founder of the basic medical system in Dana area by crashing into a car.

...

Just when Xing Conglian was on another mission and was about to head to the rainforest, Lin Chen also encountered a very strange thing, so that he had to escape from Mrs. Jiang's control, and slipped away without paying the hospital bill. Back to Macro.

Of course, if you want to get to the bottom of the key reason for his escape, although it has nothing to do with Zhang Xiaolong's phone call to tell him that someone sent an anonymous letter to the police station for him, the bottom line is that Mrs. Jiang had already been there the night before. When asked the sharp question of "is your lovelorn object is Captain Xing", Lin Chen felt that it would be detrimental to his physical and mental health if he stayed any longer.

He took the high-speed rail from Yongchuan to Hongjing, and when he arrived at the Criminal Police Team, it was not yet time for get off work.

Zhang Xiaolong screamed when he saw him, and then rushed over and stared at him for a long time: "Consultant Lin, you actually came back, my eyes are fine, right?"

Lin Chen smiled and shook his head, and said, "It shouldn't." After he finished speaking, he deliberately paused to give Comrade Zhang Xiaoxiaolong some time to express his gratitude, but he heard the policewoman say, "The criminal team and Chao Dynasty are good. I haven't come to work for a few days, and I haven't asked for leave, do you know where they went?"

He felt that Zhang Xiaolong's ability to hold a pot without opening it was in the same vein as Jiang Chao, but he had no choice but to lie for the two colleagues who didn't know which part of the world they were in: "They have something to do temporarily, let me ask for leave on my behalf... a Yue, I was in the hospital two days ago, and I forgot about it."

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaolong took a deep breath: "Are you all right, Consultant Lin, why did you end up in the hospital, and why did your hand hurt again!"

Lin Chen found a chair and sat down, rubbed his ears: "I can't stand in front of you, should I be fine?"

Seeing that the policewoman wanted to go on nagging, he hurriedly interrupted her: "What's the matter with the anonymous letter?"

"Oh! It's like this!" Zhang Xiaolong said, hurried away, and ran back after a while, "This morning, the guard received an anonymous express mail to you. In the last Baisha case, there was someone else. Have you been sending letters to you, we are scared to death and dare not open it, so we can only call you."

When receiving the anonymous express, Lin Chen's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, he knew that he was expecting the sender of the letter to be Xing Conglian, who had been missing for many days. But soon, when he saw the handwriting on the courier slip, his heart rate dropped from the peak to the trough in an instant. The handwriting on it obviously did not belong to Xing Conglian or any of them in the dynasty.

He flipped through the anonymous express mail on both sides. It was a standard express mail envelope from Shun Shui Express Co., Ltd. Although there was no obvious sign about the sender, it could be someone from Dynasty or Xing Conglian who asked Hongjing. Sending this letter, with a glimmer of hope, he drew a knife from the pen holder on his desk.

Just when he wanted to cut the letter, Zhang Xiaolong held him down: "Consultant Lin, what if there is anthrax in it!"

Lin Chen was stunned for a while, he didn't know where Comrade Zhang Xiaolong came from these fantastic ideas, but things like anthrax are too far away from their daily life, he shook the letter and said with a smile: "Then You stay away."

After he finished speaking, he carefully cut the seal of the envelope with a knife.

Of course there was no powdered anthrax in the shipment, just a thin A4 sheet of paper.

He pulled out the letter and unfolded it, Zhang Xiaolong took a deep breath next to him.

Lin Chen was very surprised by the contents of the letter, which was printed in standard No. 5 Song typeface: I am a reporter from Hongjing Evening News, and I know the truth about Director Li's being kidnapped. If you want to know, please call me.

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