Park Young-hwan, who was gagged, kept struggling, and her face also turned purple. Zhang Huan raised his hand and gently pressed it on Park Young-hwan's wound that was bandaging the sackcloth, and Park Young-hwan immediately let out a muffled snort, and he couldn't care about struggling, panting vigorously.

"Look! How good is this, I will let Zhou Langzhong be the first to treat your injury. If you die if you can't survive Jeju Island, how can I explain to Dashuai! Zhang Huan said unhurriedly.

Park Young-hwan gave up struggling, and he heard a very important word from Zhang Huan's mouth ~ Dashuai!

The only people who are called so are the general soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, could it be that the pirates who attacked Jeju Island are the Ming people? If this is the case, then why would the Akito help them defeat the Wakos?

Park Young-hwan's mind was messed up, and he was out of thought there.

Zhang Huan saw that Park Young-hwan was honest and walked off the deck himself. There was a scream in one of the cabins, and the sound of a saw "clicking" back and forth.

Zhang Huan hesitated, but pushed the door and walked in. The ground in this cabin was covered with slimy blood, and if you were not careful, you would fall on it.

A long table was placed in the middle of the cabin, and a middle-aged man turned to Zhang Huan who came in and shouted, "Bring some more sand!" Hurry up! How to see your arm down if you can't stand steadily! ”

Zhang Huan didn't say anything when he heard this, and walked quickly to the sandbag in the corner of the house. Sprinkled the fine sand on the slippery and sticky blood, the middle-aged man glanced at Zhang Huan and did not speak, and pulled the saw intently, and in a few moments one arm fell to the ground.

The middle-aged man picked up the prepared soldering iron and pressed it on the table to the wound of the broken arm, and a burnt smell permeated the room.

The person on the bookcase fainted with a scream, and the middle-aged man wiped his hands with the linen cloth handed by the assistant.

After washing his hands in the basin of bright red liquid on the side, he took out the clean linen cloth and bandaged it for the person on the table.

He moved quickly, and after wrapping the man's wounds, he sat down in a chair next to him and gasped for air. Soon the man on the table was carried out, and another soldier with a bullet in the abdomen was carried in.

The middle-aged man stood up and examined the injuries of the person on the table, shaking his head repeatedly. The soldier who carried him in saw the middle-aged man's expression, "Poof! "Kneeling on the ground.

"Zhou Langzhong! Please, save our captain! Just now he was alone in front, using his body to block the enemy's attack. Without him, we would all have been killed by the North Koreans! Please, I'm kowtowing to you! The soldier said excitedly.

Zhou Langzhong smiled bitterly again and again, "It's not that I don't save him, I've been operating for almost two hours in a row." His arm was shaking so badly that he couldn't hold a knife at all. If this brother's blood is cut, this brother will die faster! ”

Zhou Liyu was the Langzhong that Zhang Huan picked up in the Satsuma Domain, and after the Changxing army broke through the city, the church of the Franco-Robot in the city was also affected.

In the ruins of the church, Zhou Liyu was found and sent to the Changxing army. When Zhang Huan found Zhou Liyu, he was bandaging the wounds of the Changxing Army soldiers.

After talking, Zhang Huan learned that Zhou Liyu was born in a family of traditional Chinese medicine, and his family suffered from disasters and had no way to take a boat down the Yangtze River to find a way to survive.

He met a missionary from Franc Ji in Jinling and became very interested in Xiyi medicine. In order to learn more, he was baptized and became a member of the Catholic Church.

During his time with the missionaries, he learned a lot of knowledge that he did not know, especially the study of the human body, and the Xiyi people were already ahead of the Chinese people.

Although the so-called surgical operation of the Xiyi people is nothing more than a butcher who has been trained for four months by the clergy of the church, Zhou Liyu is different. After learning about the Xiyi people, he felt that surgery should not be like that.

Chinese people all talk about the parents of the body, and Zhou Liyu, who had no chance to practice, resolutely crossed the sea to the Japanese country.

Here, he, the divine doctor of the Heavenly Empire, was warmly entertained by the Japanese people, and he also began to practice with the body of the Japanese people.

Although he does not have anti-inflammatory drugs in his hands, he has a theory of traditional Chinese medicine that the Xiyi people do not have. The survival rate of patients who have undergone surgery by his hands is much higher than that of Xiyi missionaries, and the most important thing is that he does not use any fatal gas for the operation of patients, but can achieve the effect of anesthesia with acupuncture.

I don't know how many times more clever than the lethal anesthetic gas of the Xiyi people, just when the success was achieved, the Changxing army arrived.

Zhou Langzhong, who almost died under the fire, was fooled by Zhang Huan with a theory of sterilization with spirits and became a special doctor on the Flying Fish 9.

After the end of this war, the busiest is Zhou Liyu. He has been working for two hours in a row, and the fatigue is not only physical, but also mentally.

The soldier in front of him who was shot in the abdomen needed to open his abdominal cavity and remove all the fragmented and deformed lead bullets. Otherwise, the infection and inflammation will kill this person, and he can only say: "If you want to take this brother's life, unless you find someone who is not drunk and is bold and not afraid to see blood, you will ......"

Zhou Liyu, who was halfway through speaking, stopped talking, and he fixed his eyes on Zhang Huan's body. The people in the room also looked at him, and Zhang Huan, who was still worried, also pointed to his nose with his finger, and his mouth let out "I~~"

In the cabin that swayed back and forth, Zhou Liyu inserted silver needles into the heads of the people on the table one by one. The soldier, who had still looked in pain, relaxed and fell asleep.

"Hold him down, and don't move a single bit. Otherwise, don't regret it, brother! Zhou Liyu commanded.

"Xiao Zhanghuan! How long are your hands going to be washed? If you don't come, you'll die! He shouted again to Zhang Huan, who was washing his hands in the liquor basin.

Zhang Huan said yes and walked over, picked up the scalpel on the side, and was about to cut the soldier's wound according to Zhou Liyu's instructions.

"Wait~" Zhou Liyu's voice almost scared Zhang Huan, you only shouted to stop when the knife was cut down? Zhang Huan looked at Zhou Liyu with an unkind gaze.

Zhou Liyu smiled awkwardly and asked, "What is this brother's name?" ”

"Pan Xuezhong! Mr! A soldier holding Pan Xuezhong replied.

Zhou Liyu nodded and said, "May the heavenly father bless Brother Pan Xuezhong safely." Amen! After speaking, he nodded to Zhang Huan.

Zhang Huan was so angry by Zhou Liyu that he rolled his eyes, what is this? shouted that he stopped just for a nonsense, and Zhang Huan, who was helpless, had no choice but to continue to go under the knife.

He gently cut open Pan Xuezhong's wound, and red and black blood suddenly gushed out. Zhang Huan's scalpel was beaten, and Zhou Liyu's voice came.

"It doesn't matter! Go on! He said as he wiped away the blood pouring out of the cotton.

Zhang Huan continued to cut down in one breath, and he cut it carefully. Zhou Liyu's voice kept coming from his ears, "Be careful of the bloodline, do you see it?" Cyan! Cut this brother and go to God immediately! ”

Zhang Huan's first operation was carried out under the command of Zhou Liyu.