After eating the love supper, Jiang Lai followed Uncle Zhang home to rest.

The wounds on his face are just scratches. With his current physical condition, they will scab over tomorrow. Even his left hand still hurts a little, but after thinking about it, pain after suffering a blow is normal.

After washing, I lay on the bed and fell asleep quickly because I was too sleepy.

However, all walks of life were not at peace. What happened at the Shanghai Song and Dance Hall at night soon reached the ears of some news people...

Tongren Hospital, special needs ward with 1 bed.

After the operation, the man opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. He did not expect that he was lucky enough to be saved. The nurse said that the person who saved him was Dr. Jiang Lai, who performed the world's first severed finger replantation.

, Chinese doctor.

Later, he also met a Chinese detective in the patrol house of the concession, a former Huangpu top graduate, Jiang Jikai. He didn't know if this person was trustworthy, but now that he was being watched, it was difficult to leave.

Sighing slightly, I lay in bed all day. My back ached and my wounds hurt, so I couldn't sleep at all.

Suddenly, the curtains flickered, and a black shadow fell steadily into the room.

The man used the dim light coming from the corridor to see the person clearly and breathed a sigh of relief, "Why are you here?"

"I went to the contact point to look for you, but couldn't find you. After asking around, I found out that an accident had occurred and someone was sent to Tongren Hospital. I just came to confirm." The person's voice was muffled and seemed to have been processed. "What happened?

What?"

…

The next day, it was cloudy.

When Jiang Lai woke up, it was already almost 9 o'clock. He stretched out for a long time, feeling that he had finally come back to sleep. He opened his eyes, exhaled, quickly picked up his clothes, and put them on the bed.

.

The winter in the south is very difficult without magic defense, and it is even worse in this era.

After washing up, I went to the dining room first, and sure enough, I still had my own breakfast.

The yellow millet porridge, plus three ounces of fried pork, a cup of fresh milk, and a few slices of toast, is quite a combination of Chinese and Western.

"Master, are you up?" came Uncle Zhang's voice.

"Well, Uncle Zhang, where is my father?" Jiang Lai sat down, took a sip of millet porridge, and asked.

"The master has gone out. He said that if you wake up, you should stay at home to recover from your injuries and don't run out. This world is so chaotic!"

Jiang Lai nodded in agreement, "It's chaos. I found that anyone with a little bit of money has a gun!"

Uncle Zhang chuckled, then took out a handful from his waist and placed it in his palm, "Is this what you're talking about?"

Jiang Lai: So it’s just me?

"You've been going to school, so there's no need for it."

Jiang Lai thought for a moment and said, "That's right."

He picked up a piece of fried fish, dipped it in the vinegar, and started to eat seriously. He took a bite first and slurped the soup for a while. The soup was delicious, and it was better than the ones he ate in later generations.

It tastes much better.

The skin is charred and the meat is tender, and the cooked sesame seeds on top also have a unique flavor.

"The pan-fried food at home is still good." Jiang Lai praised.

"Hehe, your Aunt Zhang is only good at making some food." Uncle Zhang smiled.

"Why is there still milk and bread?"

"I'm afraid you just came back and you won't be used to the food at home."

"From now on, you can prepare a cup of coffee for me every morning. There is no need for milk and bread. Just prepare a few more eggs, whether they are boiled eggs, tea eggs, or steamed eggs." Jiang Lai explained immediately.

In terms of protein absorption, eggs are the best, followed by milk, seafood, etc.

"I know." Uncle Zhang agreed, feeling quite happy. This shows that their young master has not contracted too many foreign habits. He knows about coffee. He heard that drinking it can make him energetic for a whole day... but he can't help but feel distressed, fearing that his family

The young master used to stay up late a lot.

"My brother has gone to work, right?" After finishing a pan-fried pancake, Jiang Lai thought of his cheap brother again.

"Yes, the eldest young master went to the patrol room early in the morning."

Jiang Lai then thought of what happened last night and shook his head. In the chaotic world, he didn't know whether the pneumothorax man had been saved or not.

These days, things are still very mysterious.

Jiang Lai was lamenting that things were mysterious, and there was already a turmoil outside due to recent events.

"Sell newspapers! Sell newspapers! There was a shooting at the Shanghai International Song and Dance Hall last night! The life of the young master of the municipal bureau leader is in danger!"

"Sell newspapers! Sell newspapers! The world's first replantation of a severed limb was completed by my Chinese doctor!"

"Sell newspapers! Dr. Jiang Lai, who performed the world's first replantation of an amputated limb, acted bravely and rescued the young son of the municipal bureau leader's family!"

"Selling newspapers! Exclusive interview with Dr. Jiang Lai, the man who performed the world's first amputated limb replantation!"

"Sell newspapers! Exclusive interview with Dr. Jiang Lai, the great Chinese doctor!"

On all the streets in Shanghai, the sound of newspaper sales can be heard from early in the morning. Among them, the two most frequently mentioned words are Jiang Lai.

"Dr. Jiang Lai is so amazing! Oh, not only did he perform the world's first replantation of a severed finger, he also replanted a broken finger. He also happened to be at the Shanghai International Song and Dance Hall last night.

He was injured, and the young man from the municipal bureau leader's family turned blue at the time and choked on a piece of green dough. He still gave this person first aid, otherwise, it is said that he would not have been able to survive the hospital!"

"It's really awesome!"

"And look at the photos, look at the photos! He is very handsome! The young man looks old and energetic!"

"Oh, I don't know whose little girl is lucky."

"It's a pity that I don't have a daughter...otherwise I would have gone to Tongren Hospital right now!"

The discussion among the people on the street was a lively one, because in the past two days, the protagonists of the newspapers were all their own Chinese!

Even American newspapers are all talking about Jiang Lai, which is very encouraging to the people! Only with young people like this, China has hope!

"As a doctor, is it strange to think about such a thing? Such a sentence came from the mouth of my Chinese doctor, hahahaha! So happy! Great doctor!"

"There are conditions for reattaching a broken finger! You have to bring your own finger with you... Then my uncle's finger was broken for several years. Is there no way to reattach it..."

"Yes, such medical skills must have conditions!"

"It's only true if there are conditions! I didn't believe it yesterday, but I believe it now!"

"What a good thing!"

…

A certain military headquarters.

"If this technique of amputating fingers and replanting them... is promoted in the military, why worry about the lives of soldiers!" A middle-aged general sighed while looking at the newspaper, and then looked at an old friend, "Yunting, if I

What are the conditions for sending military doctors to learn this technique?"

"Wen Bai, I've never been stingy about the things that are good for the family and the country?" Jiang Yunting smiled, then sighed and turned cold, "It's just that the child was frightened last night, his left hand was almost broken, and his face was almost disfigured.

!”

"What... happened?" The middle-aged general was surprised, "Wait a minute... there is news in today's newspaper about Jiang Lai's bravery. Is it a dispute at the Shanghai International Song and Dance Hall?"

"Yes." Jiang Yunting nodded, "Wen Bai, the gang issue is too big to be solved now. Are the superiors really not going to deal with it?"

"Yunting, you also know the intricacies..." Zhang Wenbai shook his head and sighed, "The higher-ups have good intentions, but at this time, they are powerless due to internal and external troubles."

"In that case, if it's a fight between gangs, the higher-ups shouldn't care too much about it, right?"

"Hiss... Yunting, what do you want to do?"

"People from the Youth Gang want my son's life, so I can't just sit there." Jiang Yunting smiled, with a cold expression.

"you mean……"

"The shooter is Du's wife and nephew, and the target is my son, Jiang Lai!"

As the commander of an army and a high-level civilian government official, Zhang Wenbai knew very well that grudges were the most difficult to adjust between people. However, he also knew the value of replantation of severed fingers. In fact, there was no need to choose at all. "Okay,

I promise, the higher ups won’t care too much unless he goes directly to the higher ups.”

"Okay, then you can organize a group of doctors as soon as possible. They should be able to come and study after New Year's Day."

"OK."

…

"It's really a severed finger replantation technique! Photos can't be faked, and neither can our empire's reporters! Hiss... This kind of technology must be in the hands of our empire!"

"It's already being discussed above!"

…

Of course, Jiang Lai didn't know about the disturbances outside. After breakfast, he always felt a little bored at home.

Once busy people are free, they will not adapt to such a life.

After thinking about it, he decided to go see Xie Er... After all, Xie Er was hurt because of him, so he went to Uncle Zhang to prepare some gifts and went out.
To be continued...