Chapter Eighteen: Becoming a Teacher

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Night fell, and all was silent. Chen Tong continued to study diligently by candlelight.
"After a fracture, local inflammation occurs, blood vessels rupture causing bleeding and hematoma formation, followed by gradual organization of the hematoma and proliferation of fibrous tissue..."
"Penicillin works by inhibiting bacterial cell wall synthesis, thereby achieving a bactericidal effect. However, dosage must be carefully controlled—too much may cause adverse reactions, too little won’t effectively control the infection..."

Chen Tong meticulously noted down these key points, also marking the appropriate indications and contraindications for various antibiotics.

After a period of intense and fulfilling review, the day of the examination finally arrived.

When he successfully obtained his medical license, the joy in his heart was indescribable.

Without delay, Chen Tong set up a simple clinic within the mountain stronghold.

Though modest, the clinic housed basic medical equipment carefully exchanged with system currency, along with various precious herbs.

An accident occurred in the stronghold: a bandit was severely injured, suffering a fracture during an expedition, and was hastily carried back to the clinic.

The injured man’s face was pale, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and he groaned in pain from time to time. His swollen leg was distressing to behold.

Seeing this, Chen Tong immediately put aside his work and briskly approached the injured man. His expression was calm, his eyes radiating professionalism and confidence.

"Don’t worry, I will heal you," he comforted softly, while quickly exchanging for antibiotics and a splint in the system.

Antibiotics were crucial to prevent infection, and the splint would help immobilize the fracture, promoting healing.

Chen Tong skillfully opened the antibiotic package and administered the correct dose by injection.

Then, he carefully secured the splint around the injured leg.

Throughout the treatment, Chen Tong worked steadily, soothing the patient with gentle words to help ease his pain.

The surrounding bandits watched tensely, holding their breath, eyes fixed on every move Chen Tong made.

After some effort, the patient’s condition stabilized.

The wound stopped bleeding, and the swelling gradually began to subside. The injured man looked at Chen Tong gratefully, his lips trembling, unable to speak for a moment.

"Young Master Xie, you truly are a divine healer!" one bandit exclaimed in admiration.

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"Indeed, if it weren’t for Young Master Xie, he would have been in grave danger this time," another bandit chimed in.

Since successfully treating the injured bandit, Chen Tong realized that relying on his own strength alone was far from enough.

The Black Wind Stronghold’s people often faced various dangers, with injuries and illnesses occurring frequently. It was urgent to train a group capable of handling simple medical cases.

Therefore, Chen Tong decided to organize medical knowledge classes for both villagers and bandits.

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