A fierce look flashed in the man's eyes, and the hand holding the gold bar tightened, as if it would fly out of his hand as soon as he let go.

Zhen Qian patted the widow's arm with satisfaction and said, "Don't worry! No one will rob you of your gold bars, stay strong! Then he turned to Fujiwara and continued to Fujiwara with a puzzled face: "Gold can also save people, and if there is gold, take it out, if you don't want to, I'll borrow you!" ”

Zhen Qian's voice was very loud, which made Fujiwara Shuxiong feel very bad, as if these seriously injured people were Zhen Qian's subordinates.

Fujiwara Shuxiong couldn't say the bitterness in his heart, so he could only grit his teeth and let people take some gold bars and put them in front of Zhen Gan, who immediately announced loudly to the seriously injured here: "Gold! This is the gold that rewards you, you can get it only by living, try to live, I will treat you with the best medicine, your life is worth more than this gold bar, tell yourself in your heart, you must live! ”

In the era when there were no anti-inflammatory drugs, the treatment of wound infection could only rely on alcohol, and no one could guarantee whether the wound of the next widow would be infected.

Gold can sometimes save lives, it depends on how to use it, it is very important for a group of people who are about to die to survive, if these people know that they will die, there is no hope of life, no matter how good the medicine is, it is useless, I believe that a gold bar is enough to arouse their desire to live, Zhen Qian has an obvious idea of buying people's hearts by doing this, even if Fujiwara Shuxiong can see it, what can he do!

"That's it?" Fujiwara finally couldn't help but speak.

It was not easy for Fujiwara Shuxiong to be able to hold back and not open his mouth to question just now, of course Zhen Qian would not tell Fujiwara Shuxiong that sewing wounds was actually a means used by ancient Egyptian pharaohs on mummies, and as for the later use of it on living people, there is no way to verify the origin, or there are many benefits of mystery.

"Why don't you believe me!" Zhen Qian's attitude was tough, and he was even a little dissatisfied with Fujiwara's current attitude and said: "If you have any other good way, I will abdicate and make way for Xian!" ”

Fujiwara Shuxiong has already given up on these seriously injured people, at this time, even if Zhen Qian does not treat them, he has nothing to say, this kind of injury is not guaranteed to be saved even if he asks a famous doctor, he can only be a dead horse doctor, so naturally he will not have any opinions.

"I didn't mean that, I just saw that Zhen Lang's treatment method was a little peculiar, so I asked!"

"Do you think the alcohol and powder I use are ordinary things?" Zhen Qian believed that Fujiwara Shuxiong was a person who knew the goods, so he handed the alcohol and gold creation medicine in his hand to Fujiwara Shuxiong and said: "This is the Zhen family's unique secret recipe, if it doesn't work, it's useless for you to invite Daluo Immortals!" Tenxing show your wounds to Fujiwara-kun! ”

Wang Tianxing tore off the clothes on his shoulders, and at the position of the shoulder blade, a wound more than four inches long like a centipede appeared, which was scratched by the rock when Wang Tianxing was climbing the cliff, and when he was rescued, he also thought that he was hopeless.

Fujiwara Brusho's eyes stared at the wound, and there were obvious traces of stitches on the wound, so he was a little relieved.

Hearing the Zhen family's unique secret recipe, Fujiwara Shuxiong's eyes flashed, and it was precisely because of the strange treatment methods used by Zhen Qian that he became curious about the alcohol and gold medicine in Zhen Qian's hands. Fujiwara has a strong inquisitive heart for the endless novel methods in Zhen Qian's hands, but now is not the time to peek into other people's secrets.

"Please Zhen Lang continue to treat these wounded?"

Seeing that Fujiwara Shuxiong still didn't believe that he was capable of saving these people, Zhen Qian didn't want to explain more, turned his head to look at the four widows just now, but saw that one of the widows had collapsed on the ground, and the other widow's face was pale with fright, and her body was trembling like a willow in the wind, and the remaining two widows were already scared silly, and it was difficult to achieve the purpose of asking them to help.

He walked up to a seriously injured Japanese man, who was wounded on his head, and his entire scalp was turned up, and he could see the cracked skull of Bai Sensen under the scalp, and his brain almost flowed out.

"Can this be saved?"

Fujiwara Shuxiong didn't believe that Zhen Qian still had a way to be injured like this, could it be that he sewed his head together as clothes, wouldn't this be a god.

"As long as there is still breath, there is hope!"

This time, Zhen Qian's tone was also a little insufficient, but no matter what, as long as he didn't die to save him, he still had to do it, and he hoped that this wouldn't be blessed with a great life, and he wouldn't be wronged by his own craftsmanship if he died.

With a dagger and scissors, he carefully shaved all the hair around the wound of the Japanese man, and now the wound of the Japanese man was even more terrifying, and even Fujiwara Shuo, who wanted to steal the craft, couldn't bear to turn his head, and it was certain to spit it out if he looked at it again.

Zhen Qian's mouth was also sour, which had nothing to do with his mood, but there was a spasm in his stomach, and he vowed never to eat that kind of white tofu brain again in the future.

Tell yourself in your heart that these are nothing, this kind of thing is not nerves and you can't do it at all, you can only hypnotize yourself, don't think about anything in your head.

This is not to say that Zhen Qian is not strong enough, and he can't force an ordinary person in the future to talk and laugh in the pile of corpses, that is not realistic at all, this kind of thing is indeed not done by people, if you really deal with the scene of bloody stumps and broken legs all day long, those guys with low nerves are the first choice.

Like sewing a ball, the scalp of this widow was sewn up, some trauma medicine was applied, and his head was wrapped like an Indian Ah San, this widow didn't say a word, his eyes stared straight at the silver needle in Zhen Qian's hand, if it weren't for the fact that his chest was still undulating, he thought he was dead and couldn't see it?

"Do you see, you guys wait and help on the side!"

Zhen Qian didn't expect to become a surgeon, even if he died once, he was also frightened when facing life and death, which was regarded by himself as a reason to cherish life, and he must live well in this life.

The two widows were pushed in front of the seriously injured by Fujiwara Shuxiong, and under the coercion of Wang Tianxing, they cleaned the wounds of the next seriously wounded, and the other four guards also stepped forward to help, there are not many opportunities to practice this kind of thing, if it is not a shortage of manpower, I hope that my subordinates will have the opportunity to exercise.

Fujiwara Shuxiong was reluctant to do it himself, but he found many Japanese people to watch around, and finally two Japanese people had the courage to follow suit, sharing some of Wang Tianxing's pressure.

After Zhen Qian sutured the fifth widow, he felt that his spirit had been tense to the limit, so he forcibly endured the dizziness and stopped, and asked Wang Tianxing to continue to treat other seriously injured people, and the widows who had learned a little suturing technique went to help treat the lightly wounded, and Fujiwara Shuxiong walked out of the warehouse to catch his breath.

(End of chapter)