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One person's dinner is very easy to deal with, Mo Feng cooked a large pot of instant noodles, put ten intestines and six eggs, and finally ate it cleanly, and there was not even a little soup left.

After eating, Mo Feng received a call from Ling Xuexian, the application procedure for the drug batch number has been successfully reviewed more than halfway, and all the procedures can be completed in about another month and a half at most.

In the end, Ling Xuexian Yin Yin told Mo Feng to pay attention to safety, remember to eat on time, etc., and the two chatted for nearly an hour before hanging up the phone.

People in the mountains go to bed early, and around ten o'clock, there are hardly any pedestrians on the streets, except for dim street lamps.

Thinking that he would enter the mountain tomorrow, he had to develop enough energy and physical strength to deal with the unknown and dangerous environment, and after practicing the Eight Pulse Recipe for an hour, Mo Feng turned off the lights and went to sleep.

At about two o'clock in the morning, the sleeping Mo Feng was suddenly awakened by a dull sound of heavy objects falling on the ground in the yard, and before Mo Feng could sit up from the bed, another suppressed muffled snort came.

Damn, you won't be a thief, will you? Mo Feng was excited, turned over and jumped off the ground, and then leaned on the window and looked downstairs.

At this time, it was the darkest time of the day, but this could not stop Mo Feng's perverted eyesight that had been strengthened by pulse, and with the faint starlight, Mo Feng saw a pile of black objects lying on the side of the courtyard wall leaning against the gate, wiped his eyes and took a closer look, and found that the pile of unknown objects was actually lying there alone.

After Mo Feng confirmed that it was a person, his first reaction was to call the police, but he just grabbed the phone from the table, and just put down the phone when he wanted to dial, and in the end, Mo Feng, who was a master of the arts, decided to take a look first, so he put on his clothes and pushed the door and ran out.

Really. When Mo Feng ran to the steps outside the first floor, he saw a man in dark clothes lying motionless on his back on the ground, and by the mountain breeze swirling through the courtyard, a strong smell of blood came to his face.

"Wake up, hey, can you hear me? Wake up, wake up! Mo Feng squatted beside the man covered in blood. Lightly on his shoulder, he called out urgently.

Seeing that the man didn't move, Mo Feng grabbed his wrist and took the pulse, as soon as he caught the man's pulse, Mo Feng's brows instantly wrinkled, and he secretly screamed that it was not good, leaned over and picked up the man and ran towards the house.

It turned out that when Mo Feng was helping the man take his pulse, he found that the man's pulse was so subtle that it was almost impossible to feel it. And the hands covered with blood were as cold as ice.

It wasn't until the man was laid flat on the treatment bed that Mo Feng noticed that it was a young man of about twenty-six or seventeen years old, of medium height, with long hair, a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, and there was no trace of blood on his face.

The young man had a bloody hole in his right chest, and his shirt was soaked with blood.

"Piercing injury to the right chest, low blood pressure!" After Mo Feng helped him check it a little, his face became more ugly and ugly. Now it's a problem.

At this time, it was too late to call an ambulance, and Mo Feng was even more clear about the medical conditions of the town hospital. This person is sent to that is a death.

It can't be delayed any longer. Mo Feng quickly took the first aid kit, and then turned the air conditioner to the maximum, because the blood from the young man had already stuck to his body with his clothes, Mo Feng had no choice but to use scissors to cut off the man's blood-soaked clothes.

Between the third and fourth ribs of the young man's right chest, a circular bullet hole is visible.

Gunshot wound? Mo Feng was shocked again. This situation must be reported to the police, otherwise it will cause trouble for yourself and Ye Fang.

"Right lung hemopneumothorax, the breath sounds of the right upper lung are weakened, and the breath sounds of the lower lungs are gone" As Mo Feng's divine sense quickly swam in the young man's body, Mo Feng's brows became tighter and tighter.

With the man's current condition, he had to wait for an ambulance from the county hospital to come. The daylilies are cold.

Looking at the young man's pale face due to excessive blood loss, Mo Feng decided to immediately implement first aid, he first quickly turned around and took out two bottles of glucose aqueous solution from the cabinet on the side, added antibiotics and quickly stuck them on the young man's left and right arms.

For the treatment of gunshot wounds, Mo Feng actually only stayed in the theoretical stage, and did not actually operate, but now, Mo Feng had to rush the ducks to the shelves, although the pulse qi could not be used, fortunately, the divine sense was strong enough, which was also Mo Feng's greatest reliance.

Mo Feng first crushed a Huanyang Pill refined by his grandfather back then and administered it to the young man with water, so that he could protect the wisp of fire in the man's heart, and then used a special technique to stop the blood flow and avoid the continuous increase of negative pressure in the chest of the three silver needle men's body, canopy and Shenzang acupoint.

Mo Feng's acupuncture method is called Sancai Needle, which is the only one created by the sage of acupuncture and moxibustion, which has the effect of rejuvenating yang and relieving adversity, slowing down blood circulation and forcibly stimulating the body's ability to cope with stress.

After doing all this, Mo Feng began to carry out debridement treatment in an orderly manner according to the gunshot wound treatment process.

The man's gunshot wound fortunately did not break his ribs, and because it was a penetrating wound, the bullet did not remain in his body.

Mo Feng first used a scalpel to enlarge the wound, and then removed the necrotic marginal tissue and the foreign body brought in when the bullet was hit, and after doing all this, the next step was the most important link: pleural fluid drainage, that is, to direct the blood accumulated in the chest to be directed.

Huanyang Dan and Sancai Needle can effectively avoid accidents such as intra-chest infection, and under the double insurance, Mo Feng does not have to be distracted to take care of these problems at least temporarily, and begins to deal with hemopneumothorax.

At this time, Huanyang Dan had already taken effect, the blood flow in Lin Qiang's chest had stopped, and although his blood pressure had not yet risen to a normal level, he could barely withstand the toss of this operation.

Mo Feng squatted next to the man's head, gently lifted the man's upper body at an angle of about ten degrees from the ground, and then sank his divine sense into the man's right chest and began to drain the chest effusion.

At this time, in the man's chest cavity, a large amount of blood and gas mixed together, squeezing the right lung into a ball, Mo Feng's divine sense swept through the blood and came to the bullet exit of the man's back, and used a silver needle to tear a gap in the closed wound, and then under the impetus of pressure, the blood and gas accumulated in the chest cavity flowed out of the man's body along this gap.

About a minute or so later, just when Mo Feng's divine consciousness penetrating into the young man's body was about to collapse, the qi and liquid in the man's chest finally flowed out, and Mo Feng, whose face had turned blue because of physical exhaustion, quickly sewed up the front and back wounds with the needle and thread that had been prepared, and at this point, the operation was basically completed.

In the end, Mo Feng forcibly resisted the strong feeling of prostration, sprinkled a small bottle of golden medicine evenly on the man's wound, and pulled the bandage to tightly wrap the man's entire chest with a bandage.

After sitting down all this, Mo Feng, who was finally relieved, sat on the ground, leaning on the sofa and gasping for breath, and the sweat had already soaked Mo Feng's hair and clothes at some point.

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Recommend two good books "Super God Mobile Phone" and "Online Game Blue Lake" (to be continued......)