It is estimated that at this time, the great Marshal Yue Fei and Marshal Yue Pengju should still be at home driving the old ox to help the old father plow the land; And Qin Hui should be a scholar who doesn't listen to things outside the window and only reads sage books.

Everyone fantasizes about traveling to ancient times, but how many can really travel through?

One in 10,000?

Million?

I'm afraid it's not even one in 100 million, right?

Thankfully, God chose me.

I can't come to the Song Dynasty for nothing, with the wisdom of 900 years ahead, can I be willing not to do something earth-shattering here?

Of course not!

If I do that, I will either be remembered for eternity or remembered for thousands of years.

After leaving a stench for 10,000 years, Qin Hui did it, until nine hundred years later, the bronze statues of him and his wife were still kneeling in front of Yue Fei's tomb and were pointed out by thousands of people and spurned by thousands of people.

Somewhere in the bronze statue of his wife was touched by hundreds of millions of tourists, and Qin Hui could only watch, allowing the grass above his head to grow out of the earth's atmosphere and extend out of the solar system.

Just by being planted by hundreds of millions of people, Song An dispelled the idea of leaving a stench for 10,000 years.

If this is the case, it will be famous for eternity!

When they returned to the outside of the city, the Liangshan army was retreating in an orderly manner.

Hardly any of the minions were empty-handed, carrying large bags and small bags.

These were all looted from the homes of residents after they entered the city. As the victorious side, it has been a rule for thousands of years to loot the family of the defeated side, not only Shuibo Liangshan.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! Tranquilizer, where is the tranquilizer! ”

A group of minions rushed out of the city gate carrying a man on a stretcher.

Song An looked at it, and the person lying on the stretcher turned out to be Qin Ming.

Qin Ming's chest was cut with a foot long, and blood flowed out. He was in a coma due to blood loss.

An Daoquan came in a hurry, followed by a little boy with a medicine box on his back, and when he saw Qin Ming's wound, he hurriedly took out a bottle of incense burner ash from the shake and sprinkled it on Qin Ming's wound.

Song An knew that according to the "Compendium of Materia Medica", incense burner ash has the effect of stopping bleeding.

An Daoquan bandaged it with a white cotton cloth again, and instructed the minions to quickly take Qin Ming back to the cottage for treatment.

Hurry up, and when he arrived at Liangshanbo half an hour later, Qin Ming was already completely unconscious.

The lobby of the medical hall at the foot of the mountain was already full of injured brothers, and An Daoquan's five apprentices were all about to go crazy, and the less injured ones could be bandaged with some gold sore medicine, but they were all seriously injured, some of them had missing arms and legs, and some of them were covered with big mouths, all of whom were covering their wounds and wailing.

This kind of injury can not be solved by just applying gold sore medicine, and for larger flesh wounds, the wound must be sutured with needles and threads in addition to applying medicine.

If you don't have an arm or a leg, it's more cruel and troublesome.

This kind of injury is usually accompanied by heavy blood loss, which is first stopped by incense burner ash, then sprinkled with gold sore medicine, and then scalded with a red-hot soldering iron.

This is not a joke, in ancient times, when surgical technology was not very developed, not only in the East but also in the West, this cruel method was used for nearly two thousand years. This method is said to have the effect of disinfecting and healing wounds.

But the reality is that more than 90 percent of those who have missing arms and legs on the battlefield are dead.

There are two causes: infection, excessive blood loss.

Although several methods such as gold sore medicine, incense burner ash, and soldering iron ironing have a certain disinfection effect, the effect is not large, once the wound is infected by bacteria, the hard life can make do with it, and the life is not hard to directly kill Xiao Ming!

As for blood loss, it purely depends on when the person who saved you will come to help you stop the bleeding, you may still pick up a life if you come early, and you will directly lose too much blood and die if you come late.

Blood transfusion technology only existed in the nineteenth century, and before this technology was invented, the only blood tonic skill was to drink old hen soup.

However, this skill does not seem to be very useful, and 100% of people who have lost too much blood are already hard, cold, and dead by the time the old hen soup is cooked.

Hua Fengchun, Xu Sheng, and Hu Yanyu entered the hospital with a jar of fifty catties of wine, followed by Song An and Song Ping, each holding a large wooden box.

An Daoquan's five apprentices were busy feeding the wounded "Ma Boiling Powder" in preparation for the next soldering iron and stitching up wounds.

Stitching up a wound is an important surgical process, and this technique was not invented in the West.

As early as the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, the ancestors of the Yanxia nation had mastered this skill, and it reached its peak in the Huatuo era. And his invention of "hemp boiling powder" has thrown off the West for centuries.

The wine jar that Hua Fengchun held three times was filled with alcohol distilled by Song An, and the three jars totaled one hundred and fifty catties, which were refined by using a full three thousand catties of wine in his spare time a few days ago, in order to meet the needs of the future from time to time.

In addition, he also used pig urine bubbles, fish intestines, and goose feather tubes to wash and disinfect and make a simple infusion set, which was placed in the two large wooden boxes that he and Song Ping carried.

Song An beckoned everyone over: "Listen up, use the alcohol in this to thoroughly wash everyone's wounds, and then apply medicine......"

In the house, An Daoquan was stitching up the wounds of Qin Ming who was in a coma, and Song Jiang, Lu Junyi, Wu Yong and others were standing on the side.

"Doctor An, how is Brother Qin Ming?" Song Jiang asked anxiously.

An Daoquan touched Qin Ming's pulse again, and frowned for a long time before he spoke: "Although the junior brother has sutured the wound of the Great Commander of Qin, it is a pity that the Great Commander of Qin has lost too much blood, and the pulse is almost ...... Even if Hua Tuo Sun Simiao is alive, I am afraid that it will be ...... There's nothing I can do about it......"

He shook his head heavily.

Song Jiang and the others suddenly looked depressed.

"Let me try!"

Song An entered the house with a large wooden box, opened the wooden box, and took out a hollow needle made of goose feather tube and a blood type test strip made of white cotton paper.

He pricked Qin Ming's finger with a goose feather needle and dripped blood on the test strip.

Blood type O!

"Xiao An, what are you doing here?" Daddy was surprised.

"I'm going to give some of the blood on our bodies to Commander Qin, so that Commander Qin can get better."

"And this kind of operation? Old decay is unheard of! "Antao is unbelievable.

Song An didn't bother to explain to them, and it was impossible to explain at all, so he took out a goose feather needle and pierced his fingertips and dripped blood on the test strip.

AB type!

"Come and draw the blood of a few able-bodied people to the Great Commander Qin!"

"Pumping!"

"Pump me!"

"Mine!"

As soon as the words fell, the seven people in the room spoke one after another.

"Not everyone can smoke it, I want to try the blood type first!"

"What is the blood type?" An Daoquan asked.

"Yes...... I can't tell! Come and I'll try them one by one! ”

In the end, there were Li Kui and bantam tiger Wang Ying's blood type AB, and Song An used a homemade infusion set to pump about 400CC of Li Kui and more than 700CC of Wang Ying, and then hung it up for Qin Ming.

"Why am I dizzy...... Wang Ying said while covering her head.

"It's okay, normal reaction, it'll be fine in a while." Song Andao.

Lao Tzu pumped so much blood from you, it's no wonder if you don't faint! Song Anxin whispered happily.

If Li Kui, who also kills people without blinking, still has some silly and cute things that Song An likes, then Wang Ying has nothing to make him like.

He's not only bad, but also lustful. not only occupied the flower-like Qinghu Sanniang, but later had thoughts about Qiong Ying, the daughter-in-law of Zhang Qing, who had no feather arrows.

Just take this opportunity to clean him up, don't think about getting up in the next three or two days.

"Brother Xiao An, like this, can you really save the life of the Great Commander of Qin?" Antao is unbelievable.

"No problem."

Song An instructed An Daoquan to be optimistic about Qin Ming, and turned around and went to the lobby, where there were many brothers whose lives were hanging by a thread due to blood loss.

Previously, Song An had made a total of 200 sets of infusion sets, but now they are all used up at once. Song An hurriedly instructed Sun Erniang's hotel staff to kill fish and take intestines, kill pigs and sheep to take urine bubbles, pluck goose feathers, and smoke them with sulfur after cooking, disinfect them with alcohol, and use goose feather tubes for needles, fish intestines for infusion tubes, and pig and sheep urine bubbles for blood transfusion bags.

It was not until the next morning that Song An gave the last brother a blood transfusion.

Thick sleepiness hit, Song An casually found a room in the medical hall and kicked the door and fell asleep on the bed.

"Brother Xiaoan! Brother An! ”

As soon as he fell asleep, An Daoquan's voice came from outside.

"What's wrong?" Song An opened the door.

An Daoquan was overjoyed: "The pulse of the Great Commander of Qin is stable!" And the brothers in the lobby who you gave blood to are all in good condition, and none of them died. This has to be put in the past, ten people will die half of it, this is all the credit of Brother Xiaoan! ”

"Whereever, it's fine!"

"Brother Xiao An, who did you learn from this method of pumping one person's blood and hitting another person? I've been looking through ancient medical books just now, and I've never seen such a method. ”

Song An only felt a tightness in his heart: How to explain? Tell him that Lao Tzu traveled from nine hundred years later?

"It's not a secret...... Song An closed the door mysteriously, and whispered: "Didn't I come back from the dead a few days ago, just when I was about to die in a daze, I saw in a dream an old man with a white beard stuffed a large handful of herbs into my body, and then I woke up. ”

"Did the white-bearded old man tell you who he is?"