Zhang Dou's arrival not only killed Zhang Tong, but also defeated the Yi soldiers and relieved the siege of Shizhu Peak. The sixty-seven Changxing soldiers who were originally trapped on the summit were killed in the battle, and the rest were wounded.

At the beginning, there were only forty-seven people who were still alive with the people who followed the peak, among which Zhou Xiucai was shot in the shoulder by the crossbow arrow of the Yi soldiers, and he was already unconscious, and it was unknown whether he could survive it.

Most of the rest of the people were old and weak, women and children, and almost all of them jumped off the wall and perished with the enemy.

In a spacious and bright hall in Yangjiazhuang, there are bookcases in it. Zhou Liyu was busy in front of the bookcase, and the soldier on the bookcase was shot in the ribs by the Yi soldiers.

Zhou Liyu had just gone to the crossbow arrows and treated the wounds before ordering someone to carry the soldier down.

He cleaned his hands in the wine bowl and sat down in a chair beside him. He was so tired from the busyness of more than an hour just now that his hands and feet were weak, and he just picked up the teacup and wanted to drink saliva, but before the tea could be drunk, another injured person was carried in outside.

Zhou Liyu hurriedly walked over with the teacup and asked, "Where is the injury?" ”

Lan Guitian came to Zhou Liyu's side and said, "Sir! Xiucai Gong was injured by a crossbow arrow from the Yi soldiers yesterday, and he has been unconscious since today, you must save him! ”

Hearing Lan Guitian's words, Zhou Liyu nodded. This is a symptom of an injury that is not treated even if it is treated, loses a lot of blood, and causes infection.

"Put it on the table!" Zhou Liyu nodded after listening, and walked in the liquor to wash his hands before coming to the bookcase.

When he saw the face of the person on the bookcase, the knife in his hand fell to the ground. Zhou Liyu threw himself on the bookcase and shouted, "Big brother! How can you be hurt like this, brother, open your eyes and look at me! I'm Riyu, your brother! ”

Hearing Zhou Liyu's words, Lan Guitian and the others looked at each other. This world is too small, and the Xiucai you met in Yucheng turned out to be the eldest brother of this Zhou Divine Doctor.

Zhou Liyu shouted a few times, and seeing that his brother did not respond, he hurriedly reached out and touched his brother's neck.

Well! And a heartbeat, it's easy to do with a heartbeat! He hurriedly picked up a knife from the ground, washed it in the spirits, and came to the bookcase.

When he cut his brother's clothes, his hand, which was usually very steady, trembled very much.

Zhou Liyu knew that his heart was in turmoil, and he took a few deep breaths before forcing his heart to calm down. When he saw the black rotten flesh from his brother's shoulder, his hands began to tremble again.

He knew that he was concerned about it, and his brother might be his only relative. You can calmly face others, but you can't be hard-hearted in the face of your eldest brother.

Zhou Liyu tried several times but couldn't calm his flustered heart, and he yelled: "Get Zhang Huan for Lao Tzu, be quick!" Zhou Liyu, who is usually polite, burst out for the first time and threw the knife on the ground.

The book case is his brother, and he can't let his brother die like this. If you can't even save your own relatives, what's the point of studying medicine by yourself?

That's right! The theory of blood transfusion is that as long as the blood type is similar, fresh blood can be replenished to people who have lost a lot of blood.

Thinking of this, Zhou Liyu turned around and pounced on his backpack. There were notes he had taken and some tools.

He rushed to the rucksack money and opened the mouth of the rucksack. Grab the rucksack with both hands and pour the contents of the rucksack to the ground in one fell swoop.

He tossed aside the manuscripts, which he usually regarded as treasures, and quickly rummaged through the piles of items with his hands.

Finally he grabbed a leather pouch and repeated in his mouth: "Found it!" I found ......" opened my pocket, and there was a syringe made of silver inside.

This is what he listened to Zhang Dou's theory, and when the ship stopped to repair and replenish, he asked the merchant to take the pattern to the gold shop overnight to make it.

The palm-sized syringe alone cost fifty taels of silver, and the old craftsmen of the gold shop worked almost all night making needles.

With such a hollow needle more than an inch long, it almost tired the eyes of the old craftsman, and Zhou Liyu, who got the syringe, has never had the opportunity to practice.

Today's first blood transfusion was actually going to be used on his eldest brother's body, and Zhou Liyu's heart jumped a few times when he thought of this.

At this time, a few people walked in outside the door, and Zhang Dou and Zhang Huan, who were dressed in military uniforms, walked in with a few personal soldiers.

Seeing Zhang Huan coming, Zhou Liyu came to Zhang Huan in a few steps and said, "Little captain! This is my brother, I can't do anything, you come to clean his wound and take out the debris in the wound! ”

Zhang Huan learned that the person on the bookcase was Zhou Liyu's brother, and he didn't dare to slack off, so he quickly took off his coat and cleaned his hands, picked up a knife and stood beside Zhou Xiucai.

He cut open the wound with a knife, and suddenly a stream of black blood flowed out. There was also a foul smell in the room, a sign of a scab.

Zhang Huan carefully cut off the blackened and rotten flesh around the wound, and the pain made Zhou Xiucai, who was unconscious, groan.

"Hold him down!" Zhang Huan said expressionlessly, and suddenly several soldiers came up and held Zhou Xiucai down.

Zhang Huan cut open the wound only to find that when he pulled out the crossbow arrow, the arrow was stuck in Zhou Xiucai's collarbone.

"Be careful! See the arrows? It's the black one, be careful! ......" Zhou Liyu stood beside Zhang Huan, constantly reading in pieces.

"See! I'll be careful, Mr. Zhou, don't mutter, okay? As I go on, my heart is in turmoil! Zhang Huan stopped his hand and looked at Zhou Liyu innocently and said.

Zhou Liyu said angrily after hearing this: "This is my brother!" Not your brother! You kid be careful with Lao Tzu, if something happens, Lao Tzu is the only one who asks! ”

Zhang Huan rolled his eyes weakly after hearing this, and said, "Mr. Zhou! I see, please go sit over there for a while, okay I'll call you. If I continue like this, if my hands are shaking, don't blame me! ”

Zhou Liyu also knew that he was concerned about chaos, and not only could he not help much by Zhang Huan's side, but he was also adding to the chaos.

He glared at Zhang Huan unwillingly, turned to the side and walked back and forth, but his eyes did not leave the vicinity of the bookcase.

After a day and a night, the flesh around the arrow was already necrotic. Zhang Huan used pliers to pull out the arrow pulled on the bone, and cleaned up the rotting meat around him, until bright red blood flowed out.

A straw was placed at the wound, and Zhang Huan used silk threads to suture the wound. It was only after taking gold sore medicine that he bandaged Zhou Xiucai's wounds, and when he moved Zhou Xiucai, he may have affected Zhou Xiucai's wounds, and Zhou Xiucai on the bookcase groaned again.

"Can't you kid be tapped?" Zhou Liyu said angrily.

Zhang Huan shook his head and bandaged Zhou Xiucai's wound before resting.

At this moment, Zhou Xiucai's face was pale and there was no blood at all. Zhou Liyu knew that he couldn't wait any longer, and his eldest brother's life would depend on blood transfusions. I have to try it myself, and even if I fail, I will do my best.

Zhou Liyu rolled up his sleeves and washed the syringe in the liquor repeatedly. He took a deep breath and checked the blood vessels in his arm.

Just as he was about to plunge the syringe into his arm, a voice sounded behind him: "Slow! ”