Hu Xiaotian threw the resected intestine into a copper basin and asked Zhou Wenju to take it away. Then he used a suction device to suck out the contents of the severed end. After wiping it clean with gauze, he disinfected the intestinal mucosa of the severed end, and finally used end-to-end anastomosis to cut the two sections.
The intestines are sewn together.
Hu Xiaotian's technique is clean and methodical, and it is simply a pleasure to watch his smooth operation process.
After the intestinal anastomosis operation was completed, Hu Xiaotian treated the sword wound left by Murong Feiyan, performed debridement and suturing, and finally sutured the patient's abdomen. During this period, he guided Zhou Wenju to suture the patient's abdomen. After everything was completed, he asked
Zhou Wenju went out to rest first, saying that there were still final steps that he had to complete by himself.
Zhou Wenju thought that Hu Xiaotian must have some unique skills that he didn't want him to see. In fact, this was understandable. What doctor wouldn't keep a secret in front of outsiders?
In fact, Hu Xiaotian had other plans. After Zhou Wenju left, the guy lifted up the bed sheet and looked between the legs of the flower picker. He couldn't help but laugh out loud. He dared to pick flowers even with such resources.
, Although I saved your life, if I just let you go like this, I don’t know how many good women will be harmed in the future. I must give you a profound punishment. It is best that you can’t do evil again from now on.
The most straightforward way is to cut off this guy's lifeblood with a knife, but that is too obvious, and he can't explain it to others. Hu Xiaotian will not use such a simple method, he wants to solve the problem fundamentally.
There is another way, which is to make him incapacitated from now on, and use surgery to turn him into a silver-like pewter spear head. From now on, this thing can only become a decoration.
The most advanced and secretive method is to directly cut off the sacral spinal cord parasympathetic nerve responsible for this function, so that he will never think about it again. The most cruel method is to cut off the blood supply to the cavernous body and ligate the internal arterial branches, so that he will never have this problem in the future.
He could no longer walk on the sidewalk. Hu Xiaotian was able to complete this series of blood vessel ligation operations with the smallest incision. He quickly cut off the cavernous artery and a bulbourethral artery on the ventral side of the urethra, and everything was done in less than a quarter of an hour.
over.
Looking at the flower thief who was still sleeping, Hu Xiaotian felt secretly happy. From now on, you will be a living eunuch for me. You will never do anything bad again in this life. You saved someone's life, but ruined this guy's lifelong sexual happiness.
Hu Xiaotian didn't feel the slightest sense of guilt for this. He was facing a criminal who didn't want to die, so sparing him life was considered a mercy.
The operation had been completed, but Hu Xiaotian had to consider another problem. These people were all desperadoes. Even if he rescued the flower thief, they might not be able to let them go.
The current plan was to delay it as long as possible and pour all the blood that Hu Jinniu had released into the trash can. If Hu Jinniu saw this situation, he would probably fight him desperately.
Hu Xiaotian walked out of the room and took off his mask. The night sky was still full of stars, and the sound of a watchman banging his clapper could be heard outside. It was already the third watch.
The middle-aged scribe walked slowly towards Hu Xiaotian. Although he was the most refined and polite among the three, Hu Xiaotian intuitively realized that this person was also the most difficult one to deal with.
"How is my young master doing?"
Hu Xiaotian smiled calmly and said: "Still alive!"
The middle-aged scribe nodded slowly, what he wanted to hear most was this sentence.
Hu Xiaotian said: "When will you let us go?"
"Wait until the young master wakes up." The middle-aged scribe looked into the room and asked, "Can I..."
Hu Xiaotian nodded.
After the middle-aged scribe walked into the room, Hu Xiaotian quietly observed the movements in the courtyard. Liang Dazhuang, Zhou Wenju, and the medicine boy Zhou Xing were all locked in the west room. There was a short and fat man named Hu Jinniu and another companion guarding them. The middle-aged scribe went to visit the flower picker, which meant that he was currently unguarded. Hu Xiaotian thought, wouldn't this be a great opportunity to escape? The wall was less than three feet away from him. And it was not. It's not too high, and I can easily climb over it. But why would the middle-aged scribe be so negligent? With his vigilant personality, this wouldn't be the case.
Hu Xiaotian raised his eyes and looked around, and suddenly saw a cold light passing over a camphor tree in the southeast. It was obviously the reflection of a sword or something. He took a closer look. There was a shadowy figure in the canopy, and there was actually a person lurking in ambush. Hu Xiaotian Secretly taking a breath, it turned out that besides the three gangsters he had seen, there were others. He turned around and looked behind him, only to see a man in black sitting on the northwest corner of the roof.
The two of them were condescendingly paying attention to everything going on in the courtyard. Hu Xiaotian wanted to escape, but he was afraid that even the slightest movement would not escape their eyes.
Hu Xiaotian secretly complained that it was bad luck. Although he used the excuse of blood transfusion to release a lot of blood from Humpty Dumpty, which basically relieved this guy's combat effectiveness, there were four other people besides Humpty Dumpty, so things were really troublesome.
The middle-aged scribe came out shortly after entering. He said to Hu Xiaotian: "The young master is still in a coma."
Hu Xiaotian said: "The wound has been treated and the bleeding has stopped. It will only be a matter of time before I wake up."
The middle-aged scribe nodded. He held the lancet that Hu Xiaotian had just used for surgery in his hand. He stared at the knife with interest and whispered: "It's a good knife. It's very sharp."
Hu Xiaotian was secretly frightened. If the middle-aged scribe wanted to kill him now, he was afraid that he would not be able to escape his bad luck. He smiled and said: "This knife is used to treat illnesses."
The middle-aged scribe looked at Hu Xiaotian and said, "I used to only know that a knife can kill people, but I didn't know that a knife can also save people."
Hu Xiaotian said: "No one can tell what is going on in this world. Some good things can turn into bad things, and bad things can turn into good things under certain conditions."
The middle-aged scribe suddenly stabbed Hu Xiaotian with the lancet in his hand. His strike was as fast as lightning. Hu Xiaotian didn't even have time to blink before he felt the cold blade of the knife was already attached to the blood vessels in his neck.
Hu Xiaotian forced himself to calm down and said with a smile: "Who will kill me now and you can save others?"
The middle-aged scribe said: "It seems that your mission has been completed. It doesn't matter if I kill you."
Hu Xiaotian said: "I knew you wouldn't be trustworthy. Do you think I would not leave any tricks behind?"
The middle-aged scribe looked at Hu Xiaotian with suspicion. After a while, he laughed loudly: "Stay a backup plan?"
Hu Xiaotian said calmly: "If you kill me now, I can guarantee that your young master will be buried with me."
The smile on the middle-aged scribe's face instantly faded, and a powerful murderous aura spread around him, like an invisible trap, overwhelmingly surrounding Hu Xiaotian. Hu Xiaotian could clearly feel the strong pressure the other party put on him, but under this pressure Next, he did not show any fear. The more times like this, the more psychological competition becomes. If you show weakness, the other party will see your flaws. Only by showing strong courage and sufficient confidence can you force the other party to make concessions. , Hu Xiaotian saw that the identity of the flower thief was very important. His life and death were crucial to these people, and the middle-aged scribe did not dare to risk his life easily.
As expected, the middle-aged scribe finally took back the lancet, nodded with a smile and said: "Some courage, much better than Xu Qinglian's pustule."
Hu Xiaotian yawned and said, "It's getting late. If you don't go to bed, I will go to bed too." He took a few steps towards the west wing and looked up out of habit, only to find that he was sitting on the roof.
The man in black disappeared without knowing when. Hu Xiaotian was secretly wondering. He was still there just now, but could he have moved somewhere again?
At this moment, there was a sudden scream. Hu Xiaotian followed the sound and saw that the gangster hiding in the camphor tree fell upside down from the crown of the tree.
It was at this time that the middle-aged scribe discovered something was wrong. He raised the lancet in his hand and threw it at Hu Xiaotian's heart. When encountering a sudden situation, the first thing he thought of was to get rid of Hu Xiaotian. This man was really heart-warming.
Vicious.
Hu Xiaotian also reacted in time. He threw himself to the ground and rolled around like a lazy donkey. Although he used all his energy to suck milk, his movements were still not fast enough and he couldn't dodge the lancet. At the critical moment, a cold light came from the crown of the tree.
It shot out, the second one arrived first, and before the lancet hit Hu Xiaotian's body, it hit the lancet. With a clang, the two sharp weapons collided less than a foot behind Hu Xiaotian.
Then he changed the direction. Even so, the sharp blade of the lancet still flew out against Hu Xiaotian's buttocks. Hu Xiaotian felt a cold on his buttocks. He didn't bother to check whether he was injured, and rolled and crawled forward to escape.
Murong Feiyan's beautiful figure flew out from the camphor tree. After she threw a throwing knife to save Hu Xiaotian, she threw a second throwing knife. This second flying knife went straight to the middle-aged scholar's chest.
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The middle-aged scribe snorted coldly, and pulled out a soft sword from his waist. After the soft sword was unsheathed, it stood up straight in an instant. He moved his right hand outwards in a clockwise direction. With a "dang!" sound, the flying sword flew away and a ray of cold light appeared.
It sank diagonally into the grass.
Murong Feiyan seized this opportunity and flew down from the camphor tree to protect Hu Xiaotian. He said coldly: "You are so bold, how dare you kidnap my master!"
The middle-aged scribe had no intention of fighting, so he turned around and ran towards the room where the flower picker was.
Murong Feiyan raised his foot to chase after him. The middle-aged scribe threw a smoke bomb with his backhand. It exploded with a loud bang, and instantly the courtyard was filled with smoke. Murong Feiyan hurriedly held his breath. He was hit by Peach Blossom Miasma last time.
The incident is still fresh in my mind. If I were to be tricked again, I would be so embarrassed that I would die of embarrassment.
Hu Xiaotian covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves. He could not see the direction in the smoke. When the smoke dissipated, he found that he was still standing where he was. Murong Feiyan was less than three feet away from him. Hu Xiaotian was overjoyed and rushed forward.
He tried to give Murong Feiyan a warm hug, but was stopped by her cold and vigilant gaze. The guy stood there awkwardly and chuckled: "Feiyan, I knew you would come to save me."
At this time, two more figures rushed out from the west wing, but it was the short fat man who escaped with the help of another companion.
How could Murong Feiyan let them escape again? He rushed forward with his sword. The gangster who was supporting the short fat man saw that the momentum was not good, so he threw the short fat man Hu Jinniu there, turned around and ran away.
A whole day, a monthly pass, is too miserable, isn’t it? Do you dare to give an extra monthly pass to make up the even number? (To be continued...)
