Hu Xiaotian kept saying it was wonderful. Li Yifeng, the shopkeeper of Yi Yuantang, once gave him some painkillers, but those painkillers were not very effective. However, Zhou Wenju's anesthesia effect has yet to be verified, hoping to find an effective one.
Anesthesia plan, if this problem can be solved, it will be much easier to perform surgery in the future.
Liang Dazhuang quickly took back Hu Xiaotian's surgical instrument box, and Hu Xiaotian carried out the disinfection steps slowly.
The middle-aged scribe retreated into the courtyard, and the short, fat man walked over and said anxiously: "Brother, do you really believe them?"
The middle-aged scribe sighed and said: "What can you do if you don't believe them? You know, if something goes wrong with the young master, do you think the eldest master will spare a few of us..." Before he finished speaking, the short fat man's face turned pale.
Changed, he nodded slowly and said: "The current plan is to take a risk and treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor!"
The middle-aged scribe glared at him, obviously blaming the guy for his inappropriate choice of words.
At this time, Hu Xiaotian came out. When the two of them saw him coming out, they immediately stopped talking. The short fat man immediately put on a fierce expression on his face, but the middle-aged scribe behaved very politely towards Hu Xiaotian and said politely: "
What are your orders, Mr. Hu?" At least for now, they still need Hu Xiaotian's help to save people, so they should be more polite to him.
Hu Xiaotian said: "Your young master lost too much blood and needs blood replenishment."
"How to replenish blood?"
Hu Xiaotian said: "Find a suitable blood source and inject it into his body, so all of us have to conduct a blood matching experiment to see if it matches the patient's blood type."
This group of people had never heard of blood transfusions and blood matching. They all seemed to have heard fantasy stories, but they had seen the young master losing too much blood. What Hu Xiaotian said should make sense. A few of them could only follow Hu Xiaotian's instructions.
Order. Come together to match the blood.
Even Liang Dazhuang and Zhou Xing, no one was spared. Hu Xiaotian's blood matching method is very simple, which is to follow the ancient theory of identifying relatives by dripping blood. Take a bowl of water and drop the blood of the patient and them separately.
Among them, those who fuse with each other are suitable blood transfusion recipients.
It's strange. When most people's blood dripped into the bowl, it didn't mix with the blood of the injured person, and they formed separate clumps. Only the blood of the short fat man dripped into the bowl, and quickly merged with the blood of the injured person.
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Hu Xiaotian pointed at the short fat man and said, "Come here."
The short fat man blinked, convinced that he was referring to himself, and said in shock: "Me?"
Hu Xiaotian said: "Go find a clean basin, boil it with boiling water to disinfect it, and then put a basin of blood out."
The short fat man was surprised when he heard this: "Bloodletting?"
Hu Xiaotian said: "It's you. Your young master lost too much blood and needs blood. You are loyal to him, so you won't be reluctant to part with this little blood, right?" When he said this, he suppressed laughter and let
You are trying to play tricks on me, I will let you know now that you will not end well if you go against me.
The short fat man said angrily: "Why me? If I want to release it, I will release your blood." Looking at the basin of blood on the side, I said, anyone who releases this basin of blood will die. This kid is simply trying to trick him into a trap.
I want to control my rhythm to death.
Hu Xiaotian secretly laughed in his heart. Of course there is a mystery in this. There is no problem with the process of dripping blood, and there is no problem with the blood, but there is a problem with the water in the bowl. In the past, Hu Xiaotian could achieve such an effect by just using medicine, but here, he
In this regard, you have to ask Zhou Wenju for advice. Zhou Wenju is very familiar with the medicinal properties of various herbs. With a little trick, he can determine whether the blood fuses together. Hu Xiaotian just wants to trick this short fat man. He sighed and said: "You
I just saw that the blood of all of us is incompatible with your young master's. Only your blood can fuse with him. If we reluctantly give our blood to him, the blood in his body will immediately clot. Human
If a blood vessel is blocked by a blood clot, it will stop flowing. The blood will stop flowing, and the heartbeat will naturally stop. He will definitely die. Only if your blood is given to him, coagulation will not occur, and your young master's family will be safe.
The short fat man was doubtful. The middle-aged scribe had just participated in the blood matching, but his blood was not compatible with the young master. This was also arranged by Hu Xiaotian in advance. If the blood of each of them was compatible with the flower picker,
Illusions will inevitably arouse suspicion. Therefore, we must take the approach of defeating them one by one and target one of them first.
The middle-aged scribe looked at the basin and said, "Master Hu, I'm afraid that even if all the blood in a person's body is released, it won't be able to fill this basin. You can't save one person and kill another, right?" Although he didn't understand the reason, he could
Witnessing with your own eyes that only the blood of the short fat man was blended with the young master's family, there should be nothing wrong with this.
The short fat man looked at the big basin, sweating on his forehead, and I said, why are you so unlucky? Why should my blood be compatible with his? There is no way for me to drain so much blood.
Hu Xiaotian said: "Do the injured have parents and brothers?"
The middle-aged scribe nodded, and then said: "It's a pity that they are not here." After a pause, he added: "We can't make it in an hour or three."
Hu Xiaotian sighed, stared at the short fat man and said: "Brother, the situation is critical and life is at stake. I can only work hard for you."
The short fat man gritted his teeth and said, "You brat, you are trying to harm me in every possible way."
"How do you say this? I wholeheartedly save people. To tell the truth, if you are unwilling to shed your own blood to save your young master's family, why bother venting your anger on me?"
The short fat man's hand once again grasped the handle of the knife: "I'll kill you, you bastard who talks nonsense..." Before he could pull out the knife, the middle-aged scribe had already stopped him and said angrily: "Old Five, please calm down.
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The short fat man's eyes widened with anger, wishing he could eat Hu Xiaotian in one bite.
Hu Xiaotian said: "I thought you really wanted to save people, but now it seems that it is just a bluff, okay! Since you are unwilling to help, I can only take the risk to save people, but I have something to say first, if he loses too much blood,
Even if you die, you are also responsible."
This sentence struck a chord with Humpty Dumpty. In this situation, if the Young Master really dies, he will be the first to bear the brunt of the sin, and he will not be able to escape death in the end. After thinking about it, this fellow suddenly thought: "Just let him go."
, the worst case is death, I am loyal to my young master’s family, and the sky can see it.”
Hu Xiaotian was secretly happy in his heart. He was afraid that you would be unfaithful. Loyalty is the best, and you are often the one who dies.
The short fat man looked like he was sacrificing his life generously. He drew out his sword with a clang, which startled Hu Xiaotian, thinking that this guy had changed his mind again and was jumping over the wall to murder him.
But I heard the short fat man say: "I will do it myself!"
Hu Xiaotian said: "The blood you released yourself is all waste blood, which may not be usable. I must do it myself." Although he planned to trick this short fat man, he never thought of killing him on the spot. It was not that he couldn't bear it.
But if he kills Humpty Dumpty now, there is a high probability that he will be retaliated by his companions.
Accompanying the short fat man to the room, despite the fierce look of the short fat man just now, at this time, the color on his face turned pale with fear. Hu Xiaotian helped him disinfect his wrists first. He was deliberately causing trouble, even if the flower picker needed it
There is no such condition for blood transfusion now. He deliberately found an opportunity to give the short fat man some blood, leaving him a profound lesson and destroying his combat effectiveness.
When the short fat man saw Hu Xiaotian picking up the scalpel, he trembled: "Does it hurt?"
The corners of Hu Xiaotian's mouth tilted, revealing a hint of a smile. This smile looked particularly ferocious to the short fat man.
"Wait a minute!" Hu Xiaotian hurriedly shouted to stop before he cut the knife.
Hu Xiaotian said: "What? Do you regret it? Are you scared?"
The short fat man mustered up his courage and said: "The scar on my head is no bigger than a bowl. When have I ever been afraid? It's just..." He turned to the middle-aged scribe behind him and said: "Brother, I still have a seventy-year-old woman at home, and Two underage children, if anything happens to me, you have to help me take care of them." His voice trembled as he spoke. This short fat man has always been known for his boldness among their group, but he really wants to Being bloodletted alive can't help but tremble with fear.
The middle-aged scribe seemed a little unable to bear it, and sighed: "Lao Wu, don't worry!" He then asked Hu Xiaotian: "Is he going to be okay?"
Hu Xiaotian said: "It's hard to say that a sword and a gun have no eyes."
The short fat man turned pale when he was scared, but Hu Xiaotian still asked him: "By the way, what's your name?"
The short fat man said angrily: "What the hell are you doing?"
Hu Xiaotian said: "I am a nameless ghost who never dies under the knife. You should give me your name. If I miss it, I will offer you incense and other things on every first and fifteenth day of the lunar month."
The short fat man was so frightened that he lost his soul and wanted to turn around and run away, but he was too scrupulous to escape, so he said in a trembling voice: "Hu Jinniu."
"So it's my family! Don't be afraid, I will take care of you. It won't hurt!" Hu Xiaotian picked up the scalpel. There were many patients who committed suicide by cutting their pulses in the past. It was the first time he picked up a scalpel to cut people's pulses. once.
Hu Xiaotian asked Hu Jinniu to clench his fists, and the scalpel passed over his veins like lightning, cutting open the skin on the inside of his wrist, finding the location of the veins, and cut it, and blood flowed out instantly. Short Fatty He turned his head and covered his eyes with his right hand. Even so, he still let out a miserable wail.
Hu Xiaotian asked Hu Jinniu to put his bleeding wrist into the copper basin. Watching the bright red blood flowing out, the middle-aged scribe could not help but secretly feel scared. If the basin was really filled with blood, he would most likely become his brother. Nine lives are not saved.
At this time, Zhou Wenju came over with a copper basin full of warm water. Hu Jinniu was startled again. Could it be that one basin was not enough and two basins were needed? If so, he would die here today.
Please vote for me in the middle of the month! (To be continued...)
