Chen Wan'er saw Wan Anfu continuously looking at her, her expression calm as she said, "I am a senior physician from the provincial hospital. I've seen countless patients. Please don't have any psychological burden; you can just pretend I don't exist."
"Oh."
Wan Anfu breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, he was a man, and Chen Wan'er was a beautiful woman. His injury was in a rather embarrassing place, and out of masculine pride, he really didn't want Chen Wan'er to see it.
When he lifted the blanket.
"Ah!"
Chen Wan'er screamed, terrified by the shocking sight.
At a glance, she could tell that Wan Anfu had undergone extensive debridement surgery. A large portion of his skin and muscle had been removed, and even his private part had been entirely amputated.
But how had such a major surgery been performed?
Chen Wan'er thought for a moment and realized it must have been an incredibly difficult and complex process.
She had estimated it based on the conditions at the provincial hospital, whereas Lin Fan had nothing.
She traced back the steps. If she had performed this surgery under such difficult conditions, the patient would have died 100%, with no chance of survival.
Yet, the Wan Anfu before her, with his head tilted and an embarrassed look, was still alive!
"Indeed, there are some areas that weren't fully addressed."
Lin Fan, bent over, examined the large, dark, injured areas on Wan Anfu's body.
Where the scabs were too thick, he pressed with his fingers, causing Wan Anfu to wince in pain.
Soon, two infected and suppurated areas were found.
Lin Fan opened his medical kit, took out a new scalpel, anesthetic, and a bottle of Jin Chuang powder.
"Brother Wan, I'll tend to it again for you. The previous treatment wasn't thorough enough."
"Alright, come on."
Wan Anfu had endured so much pain that he no longer cared about this minor procedure.
"Wait!"
Chen Wan'er exclaimed, "Are you going to perform surgical debridement on the patient?"
As a professional doctor, she couldn't describe her feelings at that moment.
No operating room, no equipment, no assistants, and he was going to perform extensive debridement surgery under these conditions?
"Yes."
Lin Fan took out a thin slice of Reishi mushroom from the medical kit. "Brother Wan, don't rush to bite the pillow. Eat this first."
"I, I..."
Wan Anfu's eyes gleamed. He knew this was a rare and precious item; it was what had saved his life.
"You don't need to eat it. Dr. Lin, just proceed with the surgery. I can handle it."
Wan Anfu suppressed his longing. His family already owed Lin Fan too much; they couldn't possibly ask for more.
"If you don't eat it, you'll die. Hurry up, don't dawdle."
Lin Fan brought the Reishi mushroom to Wan Anfu's lips.
"Then, then... Thank you."
Wan Anfu thanked him sincerely, ate the Reishi mushroom, chewed it slowly, and a cool, refreshing sensation flowed down his esophagus to his stomach, followed by a warm feeling throughout his body.
Chen Wan'er's pupils contracted. The more she looked, the more familiar that thin slice seemed. It looked like what was in the canned jar. Could it truly be some rare medicinal herb?
Lin Fan picked up the anesthetic and made a motion as if to begin.
"Xiao Fan, let me do it."
Chen Wan'er took a medical mask from her pocket and put it on. "Trust me, I'm more professional than you."
From Lin Fan's movements, she could tell he hadn't received professional training.
"That's fine too."
Lin Fan nodded, moved aside, and pointed out the two suppurated areas.
Chen Wan'er glanced at the packaging of the scalpel. It was the cheapest domestic brand, one she would never use. However, as she picked it up, she felt a heavy sense of pressure.
This was not an operating room in a hospital!
Chen Wan'er took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. Then, she picked up the anesthetic syringe and skillfully and carefully injected the anesthetic under the skin near the suppurated wound.
She counted to thirty and then asked, "Does it hurt?"
Wan Anfu shook his head. "I don't feel anything."
Chen Wan'er tore open the scalpel's packaging and, after a moment of hesitation, began to cut.
As bright red blood flowed out, Chen Wan'er's expression turned serious as she called out, "Hemostatic gauze."
Lin Fan blinked and handed over the gauze for bandaging.
The moment Chen Wan'er took it, she instinctively wanted to get angry.
But then, she immediately remembered that this was not a hospital operating room.
She had no choice but to make do. While using the gauze to absorb blood from the incision, she struggled to distinguish between decayed tissue and healthy tissue in the dim light, carefully cutting away the infected areas.
Soon.
Dense beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
Seeing this, Lin Fan immediately used another piece of gauze to wipe them away.
Chen Wan'er's movements were fluid and precise. Under immense psychological pressure, she made swift, accurate, and decisive cuts, clearing away all the necrotic flesh.
"Prepare for suturing."
Chen Wan'er said.
Lin Fan was stunned for a moment, then took the Jin Chuang powder and removed the wooden stopper.
"You're using this?"
Chen Wan'er was utterly speechless with shock.
"Yes."
Lin Fan tilted his chin. "This is how it was handled last time."
Chen Wan'er was dumbfounded.
She watched as Lin Fan sprinkled the unidentifiable powder onto the bleeding wound, gently patting it with his hand to help it absorb blood and coagulate.
"This is the most rudimentary surgery I've ever experienced in my life."
Chen Wan'er couldn't help but give a wry smile, her heart filled with emotion.
Soon, the wound stopped bleeding.
The Jin Chuang powder seemed to have a strange chemical reaction with the blood, forming a layer of congealed paste.
After the anesthetic wore off, Wan Anfu coughed a couple of times, gritted his teeth, and gasped in pain.
Chen Wan'er stared blankly at the wound that was no longer bleeding, unable to believe that it could be bandaged without sutures.
"Brother, how are you feeling?"
"Good, I'm doing great."
Wan Anfu, sweating profusely from pain, chuckled twice.
He knew he was getting closer to full recovery.
"With the precious medicine given by Dr. Lin, my life is saved."
"You mean the one you ate earlier... the Reishi mushroom?"
"Yes."
Wan Anfu said with a pained expression, "My worthless life, how could it be worth such a precious item? Dr. Lin is truly kind. I don't know how our family can ever repay this kindness."
"Is it really that effective?"
Chen Wan'er took a deep breath, suddenly feeling that the canned jar she had casually placed in her car might be a priceless treasure.
"It's effective! How could it not be?"
Wan Anfu gestured excitedly with his arm, accidentally pulling on his wound, and his face contorted in pain.
"Don't move, be careful. The wound hasn't healed yet."
Lin Fan reminded him, carefully wrapping it with gauze.
"I lost over ten pounds of flesh last time. If it weren't for Dr. Lin using precious medicine to keep me alive, I would have died long ago."
Wan Anfu exclaimed excitedly, "I used to think that heavenly treasures in martial arts novels were nonsense. Ha, Dr. Lin actually has them!"