The reason why Hua Feng didn't use anesthetic was because he could use the silver needle in his hand to prick the acupuncture point where the person was located, which would have the effect of anesthetic, and now he was busy preparing to take out the bullet for the dying middle-aged man on the operating table, and he didn't have time to find the anesthetic at all.

The middle-aged man on the operating table was shot twice, although these two shots were almost fatal shots, although there is still breath, but of course it is better to take them out in the shortest possible time.

However, except for the time when he helped Nie Shaojun's brother to help him get a bullet on his thigh, almost all the rest were through acupuncture and medication.

In the morning, when I went to see those patients who had undergone surgery, I thought of Hua Tuo's ancestor skull-cutting and the anatomical knowledge taught by the butcher professor, but I didn't expect it to be carried out now.

The middle-aged man standing on the side watched the young doctor wipe the muzzle with alcohol, and saw him bring a sharp scalpel from the side, under the gentle light of the operating room, although he did not see the sharp knife flashing, but he who has been on the line of life and death all the year round, can see that it is sharper than the sharp knives used to kill people outside.

When he saw the young doctor holding a knife next to the muzzle of the gun on his chest, the middle-aged man began to worry, the green tendons on his arms seemed to be like wriggling earthworms for a moment, and the sweat mixed with blood on his face had long since disappeared, but in order not to affect the young man's operation on the master, he could only wipe the sweat off his face with his hands, and the breath on his nose was also controlled by him and pressed to a low level.

And the middle-aged man wiped the sweat off his face, and when he looked at the operating table again, the young doctor who was standing next to the operating table was doing it manually, and he did it very quickly, it seemed that at that moment, he hadn't seen how he moved, and he had already cut the knife edge of about ten centimeters, and suddenly it was blood-red, although the bright red blood water was not spurted out like a fountain, but with the sharp knife cutting, the blood that flowed out had already been spread, and Hua Feng looked at the middle-aged man's face, and now it was even paler than just now.

He had already concentrated, took out the remaining silver needles from his body, pierced the acupuncture points to stop bleeding, and took a disinfected cloth towel to wipe away all the blood in the bleeding area, and now the knife that was still bleeding just now has stopped bleeding.

At this time, the middle-aged man standing next to him calmed down, and he also believed in this young man's medical skills, because he had lived for forty or fifty years, and he had never seen anyone else who could stop bleeding through a silver needle.

Hua Feng seemed to have forgotten everything else at this time, in his heart he only had to take the bullet for the middle-aged man on the operating table, before he did the operation, he had already thought that the faster the operation, the more beneficial it would be for the patient.

So after Hua Feng was about to cut next to the muzzle, he wiped off the blood, and the sharp knife and strength just now had even cut the sternum, and he also saw the lungs and part of the heart of the real human body for the first time, but now it was to treat the patient, he didn't have time to study at all, and he saw the part that hit the middle of the lungs and the heart, although it looked a little blurry, but with Hua Feng's eyesight, he had already seen the bullet that was recessed, and it turned out to be a golden bullet, Now it looks black and brown, wearing a mask, Hua Feng took the surgical forceps from the side and carefully approached the bullet, and used the tip of the knife to cut the thin skin on the bullet, Hua Feng clamped the bullet with the surgical forceps, and used ten percent of the force, the bullet was clamped, and it was immediately clamped out, probably because the force was too great, and the bullet was slippery, and the bullet was clamped out of the knife edge, and fell down again, almost falling back to its original place, the bullet fell quickly, but the degree of Hua Feng's other hand was also very fast, The hand that had been wearing white surgical gloves had been tightly grasped by his hand when the child was still a few centimeters away from the knife edge, and he threw it on the operating table next to him, and a loud voice was immediately heard in the quiet operating room.

"Ding." But this voice relieved the bodyguards guarding outside the door and the middle-aged man standing next to him.

The bullets in the chest have been taken out, and those broken sternums have also been dealt with by him, as for those blood vessels, because Hua Feng passed the silver needle, there is nothing to do, Hua Feng knows that as long as he cultivates for a few months, his chest will be fine, but after all, he is a person who has undergone surgery, and he is still a middle-aged man, so it is impossible before recovery.

He brought a surgical needle and thread to sew the incision edge, and then he brought a cloth towel from the side to wipe the sweat off his face.

If it was operated on through Western medicine, all of this should require a chief surgeon and a group of other doctors, and even nurses to assist, and it would take at least three or four hours, but now Hua Feng only used half an hour.

So the middle-aged man next to him was also stunned, he didn't believe that Xiang Huafeng's skills were actually used to treat diseases.

Hua Feng took a deep breath and looked at the muzzle of the middle-aged man's head on the operating table again. He first found a sharp knife and cut open the head next to the muzzle of the head, and when he had done it clean, he looked at the muzzle of the head again.

From the front, the muzzle of the bullet was not far from the right ear, and it could be seen that the shot was from the back, and if it was to the left, there would undoubtedly be a blow to the back of the middle-aged man's head, and he would have died without being sent to the hospital.

Hua Feng wasn't thinking about how the middle-aged man was shot at that time, he was thinking about how to take out the bullet for the middle-aged man.

Seeing the hole of the gun, Hua Feng felt a little terrifying, but for some reason, this bullet didn't pass through his head and flew out.

The human mind is one of the most complex parts, so whether it is Chinese medicine or Western medicine, when it comes to head treatment, they will be very careful, and even patients with head cancer, if they want to treat, those doctors must go through repeated photos, treatment plans again and again, to find the most suitable treatment plan, will carry out surgery.

And now every second Hua Feng drags on, the middle-aged man lying on the bed will become more and more dangerous. After recalling the skull cutting and treatment methods seen in the "Qingxiang Sutra" again, he picked up another scalpel again and approached the part that was cut open.

This time, even when the middle-aged man standing next to him looked at Hua Feng to cut the muzzle of his master's head with a knife and take out the bullet, he was even more scared than just now, and even had to close his eyes, but he couldn't, he had to carefully see every knife of the young doctor.

Although he only saw the back of the young man, he looked at the young doctor at this time with no confidence than just now.