Chapter 43 Platoon Leader - "In the beginning of the 1970s, I made a fortune from zero-yuan purchases"

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For the next period of time, Wang Jianxin's life was regular and fulfilling.

Get up early every day, go to the cafeteria to have breakfast, and then go to the clinic to perform acupuncture on Vice President Zhou.The acupuncture method is the same as the first time - Feishu, Chize, and Tanzhong, the three points are coordinated, and the needles are left in for an hour.When performing acupuncture, he used his spiritual power to guide the power of the medicine to stimulate the lung's rejection function.After every acupuncture, Vice President Zhou feels his chest becomes looser, he coughs more often, and the sticky phlegm he coughs up becomes clearer day by day.

After the acupuncture, Wang Jianxin stood at the edge of the playground for a while and watched the soldiers train.The soldiers were running, practicing formation, practicing assassination, and shooting. The slogans were loud and the footsteps were pounding.He looked at those lively warriors and felt itchy in his heart. He also wanted to join in, but he hadn't been officially assigned to a company yet, so he could only watch first.

After watching the training, he went back to his dormitory to read and study.After reading "Basic Theory of Western Medicine", he found some Russian books collected from the Soviet Union from the space study room and continued to study.He has learned almost enough Russian and can read books and newspapers no problem, but he still wants to improve a little more.There were many Russian medical books on anatomy, physiology, and pathology. He read them all and took notes while reading them.

Time flies.

A week later, the seven-day acupuncture course ended.After the last acupuncture, Wang Jianxin said to Deputy Leader Zhou: "Chief, the acupuncture is over today. I will drink Chinese medicine for two more days to consolidate it."

Vice Captain Zhou nodded, feeling that his chest had never been so relaxed.It used to feel like a stone was being pressed down on me, but now it seems like that stone has been moved away.

Wang Jianxin returned to his dormitory and continued studying.

In the evening, around nine o'clock, Wang Jianxin was reading a book when he suddenly heard rapid footsteps coming from the corridor.Immediately afterwards, the orderly ran to the door of his dormitory, pushed it open without knocking, and said breathlessly: "Comrade Wang Jianxin! Hurry! The leader is coughing violently!"

Wang Jianxin knew in his heart that it was working.

He put down his book and quickly followed the orderly out of the dormitory, trotting up to the second floor and arriving at Deputy Commander Zhou's room.

Vice-leader Zhou was sitting on the edge of the bed, bent over and coughing violently.One after another, he coughed deeply, as if he was trying to cough something out of his lungs.The orderly was holding a spittoon and squatting next to it, his hands shaking with nervousness.I have vomited some sticky phlegm, which is bloodshot and dark in color.

Wang Jianxin walked over, stood behind Deputy Commander Zhou, stretched out his right hand and pressed it on his back.He mobilized the spiritual power in his body and gently injected it into Vice Captain Zhou's lungs through his palms to help clear the mucus in his chest.The spiritual power is like a gentle hand, wandering between the lung lobes, pushing the inflammatory secretions wrapped in shrapnel to the trachea bit by bit.

About five minutes.Deputy Captain Zhou coughed suddenly, leaned forward, and coughed up a black blood clot from his mouth, as big as a thumb, which fell into the spittoon with a "snap".

Then he breathed a long sigh of relief, leaned back on the bed, and his face slowly returned to normal from flushing.He raised his head and looked at Wang Jianxin, his eyes full of light.

"Comrade Xiao Wang," Deputy Commander Zhou's voice was trembling, "I feel very comfortable. The breath in my chest is finally relieved."

Wang Jianxin used his spiritual consciousness to examine Vice Captain Zhou's internal organs.His consciousness penetrated the chest wall and lung lobes, and carefully scanned the original position of the lower lobe of the right lung - the shrapnel was gone, there was no wound infection in the lung tissue, and the surrounding inflammation was subsided.It works great.

"Chief, you can exercise properly next." Wang Jianxin retracted his hand and said with a smile, "The shrapnel in the lungs has been coughed out, and it is in the last lump of sticky phlegm."

At this time, the orderly picked up the spittoon and ran outside.After a while, he hurried in, holding a small shrapnel between two branches in his hand. It was dark brown, about the size of a fingernail, with irregular edges and blood stains on it.

"Chief! Found it!" The orderly's voice changed with excitement, "Chief, look, I really coughed it up!"

Deputy Captain Zhou took the two branches, raised them in front of his eyes, and looked at the shrapnel carefully.He looked at it for a long time, his eyes were slightly red, his lips moved, but he said nothing.The shrapnel stayed in his lungs for more than two years and tortured him for more than two years.Today, it finally came out.

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