"Auntie Chen."
Bai Jing had an unreadable expression on her face as she pointed to Jiao Dajun, who was sitting by the field repairing his tools.
"Hmm?"
Chen Wan'er was stunned.
"Let's go down and take a look."
Chen Wan'er's heart was filled with doubt. Even if it was a stress response after an injury, causing a large secretion of adrenaline, it should have subsided by now.
A normal injured person would be experiencing the return of pain, their face pale from blood loss, and at their weakest.
The two of them hurried out of the car.
Jiao Dajun, who was inserting a wooden wedge between the hoe head and the handle, looked up. Upon seeing them, he smiled shyly, "Secretary's mom, hello."
Chen Wan'er's lips twitched. In her forty-plus years, she had never been called "Madam" and "Secretary's mom" on the same day.
"Let me see your wound."
Chen Wan'er squatted down.
"It's alright now."
Jiao Dajun pulled his foot back.
He lived alone and was usually unkempt. When Tian Mengyao had bandaged him before, he had felt embarrassed by his dark, exposed thigh hair. Now, to have someone else see it again, he felt even more shy.
"I am a professional physician. As long as I am on the scene, I am responsible for you."
Chen Wan'er's face was stern as she reached for his calf.
"Don't look."
Jiao Dajun was both helpless and embarrassed.
Chen Wan'er gently pulled his leg over.
"Huh?"
Chen Wan'er looked closely. On the bandage of the wound, there was only a coagulated bloodstain the size of a fingernail. There was no bleeding around it, which was completely different from the image she had imagined of the bandage soaked in fresh blood.
"Didn't I say it's alright?"
While she was distracted, Jiao Dajun pulled his leg back.
"Lin Fan from our village is the best doctor in ten miles, no, in Yunqing City. The medicine he prepared is absolutely effective!"
As he spoke enthusiastically, Jiao Dajun slapped his injured leg.
"Be careful."
Bai Jing almost rushed forward.
*Slap!*
Fortunately, Jiao Dajun came to his senses in time and slapped his instep instead.
Even so, it hurt him so much that he grimaced.
However, he quickly smiled again, "It's fine, it'll be healed in two days and won't delay work."
"Is that some kind of miracle medicine?"
Bai Jing couldn't help but retort.
She had been through a lot in the military and often saw various types of external injuries.
Heal in two days and not delay work?
Unless Jiao Dajun was a robot, or Lin Fan's medicine was truly miraculous, it was impossible.
"Why don't you believe me?"
Jiao Dajun became anxious and pointed to a villager ahead, "Li Erwa wasn't careful a while ago and sat on a rake, creating two blood holes as thick as chopsticks. Look, he's working now, isn't he?"
"And Grandpa Qiao, he cut his hand with a sickle, almost severing his finger, but he's fine now too."
Chen Wan'er listened to him speak earnestly, and it seemed to be true. She couldn't help but be half-convinced.
"Can I see that external wound medicine?"
"Sure, here it is."
Jiao Dajun took a porcelain bottle from his pocket and handed it over.
Chen Wan'er took it and uncorked it, sniffing.
It didn't smell like Yunnan Baiyao.
She could detect the scent of some common hemostatic herbs, but it was completely different from the hemostatic medicines on the market.
Chen Wan'er had minored in pharmacology in college for a while, but she gave it up due to the immense pressure of her major.
However, her knowledge of medicines was still considerable.
"You keep it. You can't buy such good stuff outside."
Jiao Dajun said with a hint of pride.
Bai Jing chuckled, "If it were really that good, someone would have come to collaborate long ago. Not to mention anything else, even the army would be purchasing it. Why haven't I seen it?"
"You!"
Jiao Dajun's face darkened with anger, "Who says no one has come to collaborate!"
He suddenly thought of something and raised his head, speaking with full confidence, "Secretary Tian said that Xiao Fan and a businessman from the city are jointly promoting this medicine. Our cooperative will provide the medicinal materials, and everyone will make money in the future!"
"You keep saying 'Xiao Fan'. Is he your nephew, or your elder?"
Bai Jing was displeased.
"Jingjing! What are you saying?"
Chen Wan'er patted Bai Jing's arm.
"I apologize. My niece is young and doesn't know any better."
Chen Wan'er sincerely apologized to Jiao Dajun.
Jiao Dajun's expression was displeased, and he said stiffly, "Xiao Fan is neither my nephew nor my elder. He is a divine doctor who has saved hundreds, even thousands, of people. He is the pride of our village!"
"Young lady, think about what you are before you speak!"
Jiao Dajun muttered under his breath, "You have no idea."
"You!"
Bai Jing was instantly provoked.
"Behave yourself."
Chen Wan'er held Bai Jing back, and Bai Jing finally calmed down.
"Brother, I also greatly admire Xiao Fan's medical skills, but to say he has saved hundreds, even thousands, of people, isn't that a bit exaggerated?"
The information clearly stated that Lin Fan had only been practicing medicine for less than a year.
Even she, with over fifteen years of practice, wouldn't dare to exaggerate so much.
"Not at all."
Jiao Dajun waved his hand, "It's useless to tell you. You have no experience."
Bai Jing laughed out of anger.
She was a university graduate from a military academy, after all.
Auntie Chen was a senior physician at the provincial hospital and a seasoned cardiac surgeon.
And yet, in the eyes of a farmer, they were both inexperienced?
Chen Wan'er was amused and helpless, "Brother, if you say so, can you give us an example? Otherwise, words are not enough proof, and we naturally won't believe you."
"An example?"
Jiao Dajun patted his thigh, "You said the bleeding couldn't be stopped and the medicine was ineffective? Look, does it work or not?"
"This..."
Chen Wan'er's face felt hot.
From a common sense perspective, this was indeed the case!
"Heh, a superficial wound like yours counts as saving countless people? Then if I frequently treat my comrades' wounds, am I also a divine doctor?"
Bai Jing said sarcastically.
Jiao Dajun was immediately furious.
His gaze shifted, and he called out, "Fat Aunt! Fat Aunt! Come here for a moment."
"What is it?"
A dark and thin woman in her fifties, carrying a shovel, walked over.
Chen Wan'er and Bai Jing were very surprised.
She wasn't fat at all!
Why was she called "Fat Aunt"?
"I told them that Xiao Fan's medical skills are excellent and he has saved countless lives, but they don't believe me. You were saved by Xiao Fan, weren't you?"
Jiao Dajun's tone held a hint of grievance.
"Yes!"
Fat Aunt wiped the sweat from her forehead and broke into a bright smile. "At that time, I was in so much pain that I was rolling on the floor at home. Fortunately, my husband carried me to Xiao Fan's clinic and gave me an injection here in my chest."
Fat Aunt vividly gestured to the location of her heart.
"Xiao Fan said that the artery in my heart had grown a tumor, and he killed it with one needle."
Fat Aunt took a breath and continued, "I've been fine since then. He did warn me never to eat sweet or fatty foods again, and to exercise more. Hehe, look at me now."
Chen Wan'er gasped, "Are you referring to a ventricular artery aneurysm?"
"I think so, I can't quite remember."
Fat Aunt pondered for a moment and said heartily, "Before I fell ill, I always felt chest tightness for half a year or so, and sometimes it hurt badly, but it would pass after a while, so I didn't pay much attention to it."
Chen Wan'er thought to herself, "It's highly likely. The symptoms are exactly the same as a ventricular artery aneurysm."