Wang Dingyi shook his head at the buzzing of these officials around him like flies, feeling that these officials were really lonely and unheard, so what was so strange that Qian Zijun would not be in pain, which could prove that Li Feibai could cure Qian Zijun's injury? Joke! He didn't explain to these officials how to make Qian Zijun feel painless, and explaining these to people who didn't know medicine at all was tantamount to playing the piano to a cow, but made people think that he was an afterthought - since he already knew, why didn't he do it in the first place, and you came to show off after they did it? Instead, he moved his buttocks, sat in the Taishi chair in the most comfortable position, looked at his nose and nose, and entered the state of wood carving clay sculpture.

It's very simple to make Qian Zijun feel painless, it's nothing more than feeding Qian Zijun some hemp to boil. It's just that the dose of hemp boiling powder is very difficult to control, and if you feed too much, you will feed the patient to death. If the feeding is less, it will not have the effect of making the patient unconscious. It's really not enough to have a lot of money, not a little money, and the amount of medicine has to be just right. How do you decide how much hemp is boiling? It depends on the patient's height, weight, and physical condition. Height and weight are good, but the physical condition is difficult to grasp, and it requires a skilled medical hand to judge according to the patient's spirit and pulse.

There are only two or three people in the world who can grasp the dose of hemp boiling powder, and Wang Dingyi is one of them. He had already made up his mind that feeding Ma Boiling Powder could only be used for amputation and not for treating injuries, but he didn't expect Li Feibai to dare to use it, it was really bold, and he was not afraid that the dose would be wrong. Even if the dosage is right, with such a large wound and the poison of the carbuncle that has been born, it will not be cured at all, and eighty percent will cause the injured to bleed profusely and die. It seems that Li Feibai, who is a fluted head, will find that the injured person is bleeding heavily after a while, and he can't stop it. At that time, he had to bother him to use a special hemostatic powder to stop the bleeding, and then let Qian Zijun raise it for a day or two before he could have an amputation.

In the final analysis, all this blames Qian Zijun, how good he is to listen to him earlier, why should he suffer like this.

Wang Dingyi didn't realize that Ma Kun was still doing here, why didn't he listen to the corner. When the bleeding can't stop, Li Feibai will definitely panic, in case this stunned young man refuses to come out and ask him to save him, and forcibly continues to treat his injuries, Ma Kun can also report a letter and let him enter the house to save him! Thinking of this, he was about to finish his mouth and urge Ma Kun to continue listening, when he suddenly remembered one thing - Qian Zijun could still speak.

How is it possible for a person who takes hemp boiling powder to speak? Unless the dose is not enough, it does not achieve the effect of making the patient unconscious. Then why did Qian Zijun say that it didn't hurt anymore? Thinking about it, Qian Zijun was too tough, and in order to be able to heal the injury, he endured the pain and said that it didn't hurt.

Wang must have smiled slightly, and said secretly: "Only the relevant public relations master can endure the pain and do such beautiful things as scraping bones and curing poison through the ages." Do you still want to learn from Master Guan? Wait a while for you to scream in pain, you won't let that kid be treated, but will ask me to come to the rescue. When the time comes, see how you take back what you said before! He continued to look at his nose and nose, but his ears listened to the movement in the room.

Ma Kun stayed for a moment, feeling that there should be movement in the house, so he gave the county magistrate a look, and returned outside to continue listening.

Li Feibai had just cut off half of the carrion, and the blood had soaked half of the bed. At this time, Qian Zijun said: "Doctor Li, it's not strange for you, in the middle of summer in June, why do I feel so cold, as if I stayed shirtless in the cold winter of Layue." And, I want to sleep! It's really time to sleep, I've been suffering from leg pain for the past few days, and I haven't slept well. ”

Li Feibai was taken aback and said, "I can't sleep!" He knocked on his skull, secretly blaming himself for being careless, knowing that scraping carrion would bleed, why didn't he think of stabbing a rope into Qian Zijun's wound in advance to prevent heavy bleeding. He hurriedly took a belt, pierced the top of Qian Zijun's wound, and sped up the speed of removing the rotten flesh.

Qian Zijun said: "No, I really can't hold it anymore, I have to sleep for a while, even for a moment." ”

Li Feibai knows that it is easy for Qian Zijun to close his eyes, but it is difficult to open his eyes again. What now?

In the black leather box, in addition to the medicine, there were several blank blood transfusion bags. He didn't know what the use of the blank blood transfusion bag was, but when he came to treat Qian Zijun's injury, he still brought one over, and then he knew what it was for, so he wanted to draw his blood for Qian Zijun!

Li Feibai scolded secretly: "Grandma's, fight!" I knew that I had packed a bag of blood before, and now I don't have to rush around. Although he didn't know what blood type Qian Zijun was, he knew that he was type O blood. At this time, there was no time to draw his blood into the blood bag and then give it to Qian Zijun, but directly pulled the transfusion blood vessel from the blood bag, inserted one end into the blood vessel of his left hand, and inserted the other end into Qian Zijun's blood vessel. And his right hand was not idle, and continued to remove the carrion, and when all the carrion was removed, he took out the needle for stitching the wound and the suture without removing it, and sewed the wound.

Not to mention sewing wounds, Li Feibai has never even sewed clothes, and the beauty of sewing can be imagined. Fortunately, at least the meat on both sides was brought together. He breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "How is it now?" ”

Qian Zijun said: "It's much better now, it's warmer!" Still, I want to sleep. ”

Li Feibai took a look at Qian Zijun's face, his originally pale face was bloody, and the reason why he still wanted to sleep was probably the result of sleepiness and anesthetic. He said, "Wait a while and then go to sleep!" But he was secretly unhappy in his heart: "I have to earn this hundred taels of silver with my life!" You've got to hold it up for me. Seeing that Qian Zijun was no longer short of blood, he pulled out the blood transfusion vessel, found a hemostatic drug, poured a lot into the wound as much as possible, and then wrapped the wound with gauze. Afraid that others would not be able to explain it when they saw the snow-white gauze, he wrapped the wound cloth that Qian Zijun used before around and covered the gauze tightly.

After all this, when he was about to receive all the things used for healing, used and unused in the jewelry box, Li Feibai just straightened his waist, his eyes were black, and he fell to the ground. After some time, he slowly opened his eyes and found that his knees, elbows, and forehead hurt terribly. When I opened my pants and sleeves, I saw that there was a black patch everywhere. I can't see it on my forehead, and I think it's the same as my knees and elbows.

Li Feibai shook his head. I don't know how much blood was transfused to this unknown person, four hundred milliliters must have been exceeded, maybe six or seven hundred milliliters, otherwise he would not have fainted. He got up and looked at Qian Zijun, who was already breathing evenly and falling asleep. Stretched out his hand and touched Qian Zijun's forehead, which was still hot. He gave Qian Zijun an injection of antibiotics, one to reduce inflammation and the other to reduce fever. After a while, I touched it again and found that Qian Zijun's fever had subsided, so I received everything in the jewelry box.

Drowsiness is contagious, not to mention that Li Feibai traveled all night and transfused so much blood, so he was really a little sleepy. He sat down on a chair and fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

Ma Kun came to the house and repeated what he had heard. Zhao Xuefei asked, "Has the injury been cured?" Ma Kun shook his head and said, "I don't know!" ”

Zhao Xuefei didn't ask anymore. As a county order, he must be calm, otherwise he will be underestimated by his group of people. At this time, there are still eleven hours left before the appointment of the day, and Qian Zijun's injury can be cured, so he will naturally know at that time, so why bother at this time.

Lin Zhiyuan didn't have Zhao Xuefei's concentration, and said: "Then you hurry up and listen to it again!" ”

Although Ma Kun is Zhao Xuefei's cronies, Dian Shi is nominally his top boss, so he can't be too faceless. He said, "Don't listen, asleep?" ”

Lin Zhiyuan said: "Who fell asleep?" Is that Li Feibai? There is no hair on the mouth, the work is really not firm, and the injury is being treated, how can you fall asleep? ”

Ma Kun shook his head and said, "Both of them are asleep!" As if to confirm his words, there was one snoring after another in the room, and anyone who was not deaf could hear that it was the snoring of two people, not one person.