Hearing Li Chengqian's words, Zhao Youlin couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"You and I are no longer children."
"I know better than you what my body is like. I can't go back."
As he spoke, Zhao Youlin's face showed reluctance.
Does he want to die? Of course he doesn't. .???.
He still has too many things to do and too many things to complete.
Of course there is something more important.
Before he had time to say sorry to her...
Zhao Youlin gritted his teeth and said to Li Chengqian: "You promised me that after I die, you will take care of everyone for me..."
"Do not talk."
"As long as I'm here, you won't die."
Li Chengqian couldn't help but put a white pill into his mouth.
Then, while tearing Zhao Youlin's clothes, he used a white cloth soaked in hemostatic powder to seal his wound that was gushing blood, and at the same time ordered the soldiers around him to light a fire and set up a tent.
No matter what, he would not let Zhao Youlin die.
Because he is too important to the current Tang Dynasty.
After all, as long as he is alive, the Western Turks will be monolithic and become the shield Li Chengqian envisioned.
This gave him enough time to promote nationwide changes in the Tang Dynasty and deal with the possibility of a war between the East and the West at any time.
If he dies, the Western Turks will be nothing but scattered sand.
The Ansa Empire may be destroyed at any time and at any time.
At that time, there was no buffer zone between Datang and Ansa.
Once a war breaks out between the two parties, the people of Tang Dynasty will inevitably suffer a devastating blow.
And Li Chengqian's participation in the war this time will be meaningless.
Likewise, the sacrifices of those brothers were wasted.
After the tent was set up, Li Chengqian immediately helped Zhao Youlin into it.
It can only accommodate two people, Li Chengqian and Zhao Youlin, plus a brazier for heating.
At this time, Zhao Youlin's consciousness had become very blurred due to excessive blood loss. > But even so, he still emphasized to Li Chengqian: "Promise me that you will help me lead everyone to survive after I die..."
"If you have time to talk nonsense with me, why not grit your teeth and persevere!"
While speaking, Li Chengqianye had already injected the anesthetic purchased from the system mall into Zhao Youlin's body.
Then, he said firmly to Zhao Youlin: "Don't worry, as long as your master is here, you won't die."
Although in the era Bian Que lived in, there was no such thing as firearms.
But gunshot wounds are still open wounds after all, no different from knife wounds and arrow wounds.
The real difficulty is, firstly, how to remove the pellets remaining in the body.
The second step is naturally to deal with Zhao Youlin's current situation of excessive blood loss.
Of course, this is not difficult for Li Chengqian.
After all, there was no one else present, but there were many people.
He immediately purchased the test strips in the system mall, and after checking, he quickly concluded that Zhao Youlin had type B blood.
After hearing the news, he immediately got out of the camp.
At this time, all the generals of the Western Turks had heard that their king was injured and was receiving treatment from the Tang Crown Prince.
People's reactions to this matter are also different.
Kamaqin and Hu Yanzheng, who believed in Li Chengqian, naturally felt that Li Chengqian would definitely cure their king.
Others, on the contrary, believed that Li Chengqian would harm Zhao Youlin at this time.
At this moment, the two parties were arguing outside the camp.
Someone said: "We have been at war with the Tang Dynasty for more than ten years, and the king has a deep hatred with the prince of the Tang Dynasty. How could he save the king at this time? I think he is purely ill-intentioned and wants to kill the king at this moment."
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Some people also said: "If they really wanted to end the king's life, why wait until now? They didn't do it in the first place
Come on, without these brothers from the Tang Dynasty, the Ansa people would have killed us all long ago."
"I do not care."
"Anyway, I don't feel confident that the king is in the hands of the Tang people."
Others said: "Instead of letting them treat the king's injuries, it is better to take the king back to the headquarters."
Just when everyone was arguing.
Li Chengqian got out of the tent.
He scolded everyone with a cold face: "Shut up, Duter!"
"As long as you stay here, be quiet."
"If you can't, then go and chase the Ansa people for me. Young mother-in-law is here to have fun with me."
His words immediately stunned everyone in the place.
Regardless of their reactions, Li Chengqian handed a stack of test strips to Kamachin who had been waiting outside and said: "Now your king has lost too much blood and needs someone to transfuse him urgently!"
He hasn't finished speaking yet.
All the generals jumped out and said: "Let me come, I have a lot of blood!"
"You take a break."
"How can the king accept your stinking blood?"
Another person also said: "Slap me!"
"Shut up, Dute!"
Li Chengqian was also upset by the noise from these people.
He continued to say to Kamachin: "Find some people to come over and try bleeding."
"Remember to put blood on both test strips."
"Only when the blood drops solidify on both pieces of paper, the person's blood type matches your king's."
After hearing Li Chengqian's words, Kamaqin nodded immediately.
Then, he took the test paper and went to find someone.
And there are advantages to having more people. In just a short time, Kamachin brought back four or five people.
Looking at the people in front of him, Li Chengqian specifically warned: "Follow me into the tent one after another. Don't be afraid, and don't shout too loudly." >
"Um……"
Several people were die-hard supporters of Zhao Youlin, and they all nodded their heads at this moment.
Li Chengqian did not hesitate, and immediately led a man into the camp.
After putting this man's blood into the blood bag, it was then injected into Zhao Youlin's body along the infusion tube.
Zhao Youlin's pale face was slightly relieved.
Seeing this scene, Li Chengqian handed over the task of drawing blood to Kamachin.
And he himself immediately began to operate on Zhao Youlin.
This is the first time in a long time that Li Chengqian has operated on someone else.
He was also very nervous when he was holding the knife.
Thanks to Mr. Bian Que's medical skills, he was able to successfully remove the projectile from Zhao Youlin's body.
Looking at the iron pill the size of his thumb, Li Chengqian breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, after this thing entered his body, it did not touch any vital parts.
Otherwise, even if Li Chengqian was here, it would be difficult to save his life.
Li Chengqian did not hesitate and immediately began to suture the wound.
After the wound was sutured, he purchased antibiotics in the system mall and injected them into Zhao Youlin's body.
At this time, Li Chengqian reached out and touched Zhao Youlin's pulse.
The blood was replenished and antibiotics were injected, and now his pulse had stabilized.
Li Chengqian raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his face: "In the end, I won this contest with the God of Death."
While speaking, he looked down at Zhao Youlin and said, "Young man, I owe you my life this time!"
Wait until all the dust settles.
Li Chengqian stood up slowly and walked out of the tent.
Looking at the eager faces, Li Chengqian raised his head slightly and said: "He will almost wake up in a while. After a little rest, he will be as energetic as before and lead you to gallop on the grassland..."