"Xishou, don't fucking howl!" Goxinga roared angrily.

"Give me blood first to save Fushun!" Goxinga stretched out his right hand.

Everyone persuaded him a few more words, but Guo Xing'a insisted again and again, so he had no choice but to go. Wu Xiuming was not very skillful in following Guo Xing'a's instructions, and drew a few large tubes of blood from Guo Xing'a's body and injected them into Fushun's body. Although a lot of it leaked out, most of it was injected into Fushun's blood vessels. After a toss and a while, Fushun's face gradually became rosy, his breathing gradually stabilized, and he regained his vitality little by little.

Pressing his arm with cotton soaked in wine, Guo Xing'a began to popularize blood type knowledge to everyone. After an in-depth explanation, Wu Xiuming nodded frequently, but others were still skeptical. The helpless Guo Xing'a and Zhang Yi, Han Yu and others came to "recognize relatives by blood" again, and seeing the blood blending again, everyone was completely convinced. Xishou was embarrassed to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, and Fuquan also recovered from the electrocution mode.

"Master, thank you, thank you!" Fuquan knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Guoxing.

"It's okay! It's all right! Fushun is good, and after a period of time, it will be alive again! Guo Xing smiled and waved his hand.

"Master......" Fuquan choked up for a while, and felt even more ashamed of his emotions for Guo Xing'a just now.

"Don't knock! You have to save you if you break your head, go to the entrance of the village to see if Mushun and they are back! Guo Xing'a wanted to let Fuquan do the event and calm down his overly excited emotions.

"Let's go see them in Acton!" Finding that a drop of blood could distinguish blood types, Goxinga was confident in treating Acton and others.

When Mu Shun returned to the village, he saw Fuquan, who was still striking, and figured out the cause and effect, and hurriedly came to give orders to Guoxing'a. When they arrived at the miscellaneous team, Guoxing Agang and Wu Xiuming finished transfusing Acton and others. Guoxing'a, who had already donated 800 milliliters, naturally couldn't donate blood anymore, but Acton and the others matched with the soldiers of several guard squads, and it didn't take too much effort. However, a few soldiers who donated blood were so frightened when they drew blood that they were probably a little faint.

"How? Did you catch Huang Daping? "Goxinga already learned the name of his old rival from the prisoners of war.

"My lord, you better save Hatan first!" Mu Shun only gave Guo Xing'a a thousand, and then hurriedly asked people to carry Hatan over.

Goxinga, who saw Hatan, was a little distracted for a while, and the reckless man who was always noisy around him was now a dying man. After coming to this world, for the first time, Guo Xing'a had the sad feeling that the people around him were about to die. Although Acton and Fushun are also dangerous, their injuries are not particularly serious, the main problem is excessive blood loss, and Hatan is really seriously injured. A buckshot struck Hatan in the abdomen, piercing Hatan's armor and leaving a bloody hole in his stomach. Hatan, who was as strong as an ox, now has a face like gold paper, and cannot live on a stretcher.*

"Wu Xiuming, give Hatan a blood test. Xishou, bring me that set of silver knives! Goxinga said with difficulty.

"Huh!" The two of them answered in unison, and then went their separate ways.

Xishou ran to the cellar to get the equipment, Wu Xiuming took Hatan's blood, asked the soldiers to drip blood with him one by one, and confirmed that those people could give Hatan blood transfusions, and Guo Xing'a asked Saishan'a for a hookah and smoked it.

In his previous life, his wife had forced Ye Guo to quit smoking, but after his wife passed away, Ye Guo relapsed. After crossing the consequence, Xing'a lost his addiction to smoking, but when he saw Xiande and a few other old guys smoking, he inevitably had an addiction attack, and finally picked up the cigarette again. Sezanne had a brass hookah, and when he wanted to, he would come over and smoke two puffs. In this era, I didn't think there was anything wrong with smoking, but Saishana felt that Goxinga had grown up.

The cigarette was smacking, and Guo Xing'a was in a state of confusion. Considering that someone might need surgery, Goxinga once made a set of instruments. However, Guo Xing Ah is not a doctor, so he knows what is used for surgery. I just remember that there were scalpels, scissors, and hemostats in the TV series. Scalpels and scissors are easy to handle, but what hemostats look like, Guo Xing'a doesn't know, let alone blacksmiths. In the end, it was all based on imagination, and I made a few things that were similar to the clips for drying clothes. But if you have tools to operate, you still need medical knowledge, but you don't have medical knowledge.

"It's not a heart bypass, and you don't cut your organs, just cut the flesh and take out the bullets!" Goxinga comforted himself like this in his heart. Anyway, if you don't have surgery, Hatan is dead, and there is still a glimmer of hope if you do it, don't you think a dead horse should be a live horse doctor.

Seeing that Wu Xiuming was almost busy, Xishou also took another delicate wooden box, and Guo Xing'a took a puff of cigarette and made up his mind. With the help of Wu Xiuming, Hatan's wound was cleaned, Guo Xing'a washed and washed his hands with wine, and raised the scalpel tremblingly.

Give Guo Xing'a a knife here and now, and let Guo Xing'a kill a few people, Guo Xing'a really has nothing to do. But let Guo Xing'a hold a small scalpel and cut the flesh of a person he knew, Guo Xing'a really couldn't do it. After holding the scalpel and gesturing on Hatan's belly for a long time, Goxinga finally put the sharp blade on Hatan's wound.

"Ahh Hatan screamed like a pig, and Goxinga hurriedly raised his hand in fright.

"Hartan, don't act like a, you save your life! Bear the! Mu Shun looked at the trembling Guo Xing'a, and his heart was also anxious. Seeing Hatan howling, and frightened Goxinga unconsciously, he hurriedly scolded Hatan. They are all fighting men, and Mu Shun also knows that Guo Xing'a is not a person who can't see blood, so being so nervous shows that Guo Xing'a is also worried.

"Painkillers, give him painkillers!" Guo Xing Ah reacted that he was nervous and didn't give Hatan anesthetic medicine at all. There is no anesthetic medicine in Goxinga, so opium can only be used instead.

Hatan, who took the painkiller pill, was a lot more honest, but Guo Xing'a, who was holding the knife, trembled even more.

"My lord, I'm a medical officer, or you guide, or I'll do the knife!" Wu Xiuming saw that it was difficult for Guo Xing'a to go under the knife.

"It's okay, the future surgery still depends on you!" Guo Xing threw * and stuffed the scalpel into Wu Xiuming's hand.

"Huh! What do you say is the first step? Wu Xiuming took the scalpel and calmed down.

"Open a crossover and get the buckshot out of it! Be careful not to cut into the organs, don't hurt the blood vessels! If you want to wipe your sweat, just say it! Just by moving his mouth, Guo Xing'a suddenly understood better than anyone else.

Wu Xiuming looked at Guo Xing'a speechless, how could this knife be used. It's organs and blood vessels, can you tell me where all these things are?

"Try it! It's too specific for me to say, so let's cut it first! Guo Xinga said embarrassedly.

Wu Xiuming finally knew why Guo Xing'a was shaking so much just now, and the knife in his hand, which weighed a few taels of weight, suddenly became like a hundred-pound boulder, and every movement was so difficult. According to what Guo Xing'a said, the intersection was opened first, and Wu Xiuming gently cut Hatan's wound with a scalpel, and Hatan snorted twice until he didn't react much. However, when the blade cuts into the middle of the wound, it touches something hard and can't cut it. Wu Xiuming was also too frightened to move, this is not an organ, don't cut Hatan to death with a knife.

"My lord, there's something in the way, and I can't cut it." Wu Xiuming said in a trembling voice.

Not to mention Wu Xiuming and Guo Xing'a, even everyone who watched the operation felt that their throats were tight, and the sweat on their bodies was layer after layer.

"You try again over there!" Guo Xing'a didn't dare to talk nonsense, the ghost knows what the scalpel hit.

"Huh! Gotta wipe the sweat! Wu Xiuming gasped, sweat had slipped the tip of his nose.

Guo Xing'a didn't say much, picked up a piece of gauze and wiped the sweat on Wu Xiuming's face. Sai Shang'a and the others were unhappy for a while, how could the dignified lord, the third-grade member of the imperial court, wipe the sweat of a small military medical officer. But now is the time to save Hatan's life, and several people endure it without having a seizure.

Wu Xiuming changed the direction and went down again, but when he cut to the center of the wound, he hit a hard thing again and had to stop again. didn't need Wu Xiuming to speak, Guo Xing'a had already come up again and wiped the sweat from Wu Xiuming's forehead. Wu Xiuming cut all four directions, and the intersection was finished, but every time he reached the middle, he had to stop.

"There's always something in the way of the adults, what should I do?" Wu Xiuming's hands also began to tremble.

"Take a look!" Guo Xinga shrunk his head and said.

"My lord, I can't pick it up!" Wu Xiuming tried several times, but couldn't open the wound.

Guo Xing'a stretched out his head to look at it, and almost crooked his nose. Wu Xiuming was too cautious in his knife, the intersection was opened, but the blade was only one centimeter into the flesh, and the skin had just been cut. Not to mention the organs, even the fat layer has not been cut! Guo Xing'a, who was about to want Wu Xiuming to cut a little deeper, suddenly felt that something was wrong, how could there be a hard thing in Hatan's skin, and there were bones in the skin!

Hurriedly turned over and picked up the cotton armor that Hatan had taken off, rummaged through, and finally found the location where Hatan was shot, and there was indeed a bullet hole in the abdomen. Guo Xing'a cut the cotton layer with a knife again, and the copper sheet inside was also pierced, but it was not broken, but dented, and there was a hole in the middle. Looking at the cotton layer inside, although it has also been penetrated, there is only a small hole.

If Hatan had been hit by a musket at close range, the copper lining of the armor would have been shattered, and the cotton inside would have shredded a lot. But the current situation only shows that the sniper who hit Hatan is far away from Hatan. The cotton armor is two layers of compacted cotton sandwiched between a layer of copper sheets, which is very close to modern composite body armor in principle. For long-range firearms, there is a certain defensive ability.

If so, what is the thing that Wu Xiuming has encountered under the skin of Hatan several times, the answer is already coming out. Goxinga stood up, walked in front of Hatan in three steps and two steps, and put his finger into Hatan's wound. Sure enough, under a thin layer of flesh and blood, a metal warhead was touched. Guo Xing'a, who was about to die, dug out the warhead with his fingers at once.

Throwing away the dug warhead, Guo Xing'a kicked Hatan lying on the stretcher with a flying kick, and then kicked Hatan who was rolling on the ground.

"You didn't even get two fucking centimeters in, what the fuck are you pretending to be dead!" Guo Xinga scolded.

"Ahh The crowd exclaimed.

If it weren't for the huge disparity in identity, Wu Xiuming, who reacted, would also want to go over and beat Hatan.

Hatan, who had rolled on the ground a few times, seemed to come to life all of a sudden, and while being kicked and rolled on the ground by Guoxing, he was finally able to speak, but he begged for mercy again and again.