Cheng Chumo came back in disgrace, his honest face full of resentment and sadness. The sergeants wanted to comfort him, but they retreated sadly when they saw his red eyes. Yun Ye stood beside the pot where potatoes were planted and held a small iron rake.
He was loosening the soil for the potato seedlings. In his opinion, he was not loosening the soil for the potatoes, but serving the jar full of copper coins. Every time he loosened the soil, he seemed to hear the rustling of the copper coins. He was deeply immersed in it.
In the beautiful fantasy. Five days ago, the potato seedlings finally came out of the ground. Two tender leaves were on the tips of the shoots. The emerald green leaves proved that the plants were well-nourished. Yun Ye felt relieved and drank three glasses of wine with Cheng Yaojin.
To celebrate. After loosening the soil, he was about to wash his hands and go into the tent, but he saw Cheng Chumo standing in front of the tent, his eyes full of pleading. The armor was covered with mud and blood, and his left arm was still bleeding. Yun Ye was shocked and stepped forward to grab it.
Holding his arm, the knife in his right hand had opened his sleeve, and a two-inch long gash was bleeding. He hurriedly ran into the tent, took out the first aid kit, and asked Cheng Chumo to sit down, preparing to treat his wound. Cheng Chumo stopped.
Yun Ye opened his mouth for a long time and squeezed out a few words: "I'm fine, help my brother." After saying that, he pulled Yun Ye forward and left.
Cheng Chumo's brothers were very miserable. They were stabbed nine times. They were all heroes who had been on the battlefield several times. They deliberately avoided the vital points when they were stabbed, otherwise they would have died early. They also lost too much blood and fell into coma. The army doctor shook his head repeatedly.
, saying that he had been injured to the core and could not save himself. Yun Ye didn't understand. It was just excessive blood loss. After replenishing the blood, as long as there were no complications, he would be a lively and heroic man again in a month or two. How could he be hopeless? Let's talk about me.
I also have anti-inflammatory medicine in my hand. Because I went to rescue people in the rocky area, I carried a lot of messy medicines. Because of this bastard captain, he didn't even let me bring more food. Otherwise, I wouldn't have run so far for water.
He had to rush to the Tang Dynasty and couldn't even return home. He had an idea in his mind, so he didn't panic anymore. He pressed Cheng Chumo on the bench, took out the suture needle and soaked it in alcohol for disinfection, and used tweezers to clean him with cotton wool.
Regarding the wound, Cheng Chumo had no reaction to the stimulation of alcohol and kept muttering to himself: "He took the knife for me. I should have taken these cuts, but I was useless." Yun Ye ignored him and saw the wound.
After cleaning, he put on the meat thread and sewed up his wound. Cheng Chu was silently hurting and pitying himself, as if the flesh was not his own and could be used by others. The doctor next to him was shocked when he saw a young man sewing the wound with a needle. People are not clothes, how can they use needles?
Come and sew? Just as he was about to stop him, he saw the young man waving to him and coming closer. The young man said: "Look, next time there is a wound like this, clean it and use a needle to sew it up like this, which will help the wound heal."
Remember, the thread is to use catgut, which means cutting off the sheep's casing, drying it and soaking it in spirits, and then it can be used.' After saying that, he finished his work, took out Yunnan Baiyao, and sprinkled it on the wound.
, wrapped it with a bandage, and did it very skillfully. The doctor wanted to believe that this young man was a doctor.
Cheng Chumo seemed to come to life at this time. He had unconsciously pulled Yun Ye over just now. He just wanted to find someone close to him to comfort him and bear his pain. This was a completely subconscious behavior. At this time, Yun Ye was very skillful in giving him
The wound was treated in a way he had never seen before, which rekindled his hope.
"Aye, save my brother, save my brother, you must have a way, you must have a way, right?"
"Of course I have a way. If nothing happens, your brother will not die. Two months later, he will be a good man again."
The military doctor opened his eyes wide. If it hadn't been for him just now, Yun Ye had treated the wounds in an orderly manner and would have already cursed. He has never seen such a doctor. The injured person has lost too much blood all over his body. He is so angry that he will die if he can't catch a breath.
He couldn't die anymore, but he still uttered arrogant words and promised to save the injured. He was a good man. He was lucky enough to survive and just took a breath in bed. Let's listen to how he treated him. Anyway, in my opinion, 10% of the injured were 90% dead.
Nine, let him do the hard work.
"Will my brother be okay?" Cheng Chumo thought he heard wrongly and quickly asked.
"When did I lie to you, saying that he can't die? He can't die. Get out of the way and don't block me from saving people." After hearing this, Cheng Chumo swooshed and ran behind Yun Ye, his eyes unblinking in preparation.
See how Yun Ye saves people. Yun Ye took out his mobile phone and turned on the lighting function, letting the light spot shine on the injured person's pupils. The pupils were still contracting and changing, and he sighed in his heart; this guy has really strong vitality.
"I want to use blood now, human blood, use your blood to save this guy, who is willing to donate it?" The surrounding area suddenly became quiet, everyone looked at each other, hesitating for a long time, Cheng Chumo gritted his teeth and took a step forward: "A Ye, use mine,
Anyway, my life was saved by San Zhi, so I’ll just treat him as one." Yun Ye’s eyes showed uncontrollable admiration, and he couldn’t help but cheer for Cheng Chumo in his heart: "Good man". He was about to explain that blood transfusion would not kill him.
But they saw a big hand slapped on the back of Cheng Chumo's neck: "I'm not dead yet, when will it be your turn, Mr. Yun, do you have to get the blood of one of your own, or is it just human blood?" No one noticed.
, Lao Cheng stood at the door at some point, covered in battle armor, with blood stains on the horizontal knife in his hand. It seemed that he had just killed someone, and Yun Ye was so murderous that he could hardly look directly at him.
"Uncle, as long as the human blood type is suitable, there will be no problem."
"Then, see if these guys can do it?" Lao Cheng pointed with his horizontal knife at the seven or eight Qiang people tied tightly with ropes outside the door.
"We'll wait until my nephew has his blood type tested." Yun Ye took out two pieces of glass and a piece of light yellow test paper with five cells divided into five colors. He put the two things in the tray and pricked the wound with a toothpick.
Squeeze out the blood on the victim's middle finger and smear it on the five small squares of the yellow test paper. Squeeze out a drop of blood and smear it on the glass. Use a toothpick to prick your middle finger and take a drop of blood to fuse with the injured person's blood.
, close the two pieces of glass, slide it gently, and observe carefully. After a while, you will have the result. The injured person is different from yourself. Look at the test paper again, only the blue square for blood type A changes color, and the others remain unchanged. After determining the injury
After learning the patient's blood type, Yun Ye came to the Qiang people. The Qiang people couldn't understand what they were talking about, and intuitively felt that it was not a good thing, so they shrank back desperately. Several burly men grabbed their hands and handed them to them.
When he arrived in front of Yun Ye, Yun Ye felt that he looked very Japanese. After collecting blood from their hands one by one, he found that two of them had the same blood type as the injured person. He ordered the guards to wash the arms of these two guys.
It was all greasy, and he didn't want the injured to die from bacterial infection. The blindfolded Qiang man struggled desperately, but with the efforts of his guards, Yun Ye still allowed Yun Ye to insert the needle of the rubber tube into the blood vessel, which looked a little black.
The blood slowly flowed into the injured person's body, the injured person's breath became longer and longer, and the lips began to have a touch of blood. The doctor touched the injured person's veins, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and his mouth opened wider and wider.
Except for Lao Cheng and his son, who were all happy, everyone in the tent looked at Yun Ye with more and more awe in their eyes.
Zhuang Santing came back to life, but the wound that had just stopped bleeding started to bleed again. Yun Ye took tweezers and cotton wool and cleaned it carefully. He didn't want to leave any sequelae after finally resuscitating him. The military doctor has completely become his assistant.
Use a needle to sew the wound. Even though my hands were shaking badly, I managed to persevere even though I was sewing deep and shallow stitches. Anyway, Zhuang Santing didn't rely on his skin to make a living, so he didn't care about the quality of the stitches.
It’s so rare to survive a catastrophe, but you dare to be picky? The Qiang people died not from blood transfusions, but from fear. No one has the slightest doubt about the death of the Qiang people, even the kind-hearted military doctor
He only complained that the Qiang people's feces and urine stained the tent, as if the lives of the Qiang people were not worth even a tent. Yun Ye did not use white medicine this time, after all, he brought too little, and Zhuang Santing's wound was too big, too
After two or three more uses, the medicine was gone. The military doctor applied the gold medicine to his wound. He picked up the gold medicine and smelled it. Quicklime, damn, it turned out to be quicklime, mixed with some random medicinal materials. Yun Ye didn't understand, what medicinal materials.
Is there any curative effect after reacting with quicklime? In Yun Ye’s image, quicklime is either used to paint houses or fruit trees to prevent insects. Unexpectedly, it can also be used to clean wounds. I couldn’t help but blush for my stinginess. I took out a plate of cephalosporin and handed it over.
Cheng Chumo was told to take two pills at a time, three times a day. Whether Zhuang Santing can survive the wound inflammation depends on fate.
Lao Cheng's eyes were so bright that before Yun Ye could ask what happened, he grabbed him, pinched him under his arm, turned around and walked away. As he walked, he ordered his soldiers to take care of the guy who was being treated by Yun Ye.
Get the handsome tent. Cheng Chumo thought about it and followed his father to the handsome tent.
"Can you lend me your life?" Lao Cheng's eyes were fixed on Yun Ye, almost face to face. Yun Ye turned his head with difficulty, not used to talking to people like this.
"No," the question Lao Cheng asked was too fantasy and he had to deny it immediately, otherwise he would be in big trouble if he found another way to let himself borrow another life.
"Why was it that when you used a small tube to draw blood into San Ting's body, San Ting came to life but the Qiang died? Isn't this a borrowed life?" Cheng Chumo's eyes were filled with the blazing flames of gossip.
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