The young man opened his eyes and said with a smile: "Thank you, Dongjia, I have grown so big, I have never eaten a full meal, and meeting you is a blessing that I cultivated in my previous life." The voice was almost indistinguishable from that of ordinary people, and the few onlookers on the side thought in their hearts that this must be a return to the light.

Just as he was speaking, the pressed blood veins on his arm bulged a little, and Zhao Xiang took advantage of the situation to stick the needle into it, and when he let it go, the blood vessels deflated again.

The glucose and saline were hung at the same time, and when the flow rate was increased, the two mixed fluids flowed into the boy's body.

"Why are you so verbose, you must talk a lot! How old are you, and have you ever married a daughter-in-law? ”

The boy smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly: "No ......" and then his eyelids began to droop again.

"Why don't you marry a daughter-in-law, it's lonely to sleep alone at this age!" Zhao Xiang slapped him again, and the boy woke up, this time his spirit was better, obviously glucose and saline worked.

"Brother Xiang, live!" The black bull held two infusion bottles high in his hands, unable to hide his excitement.

"It's just that he won't be in shock for the time being, and he has to have a blood transfusion to save him."

"Blood transfusion? You mean human blood? ”

Zhao Xiang nodded: "But it's not ordinary human blood." ”

Xu Changde stood up: "Dongjia, use my blood!" I am strong and strong, and my blood must be useful. ”

Zhao Xiang shook his head: "You first organize all the people who are not injured to wait for me." Turning to look at the boy leaning against the tree: "Can you hold on?" ”

The young man smiled, and a mouthful of white teeth was exposed: "It's okay, the owner doesn't care about me." ”

"Remember, hold out until I get back!"

The boy nodded solemnly.

Zhao Xiang handed over the scene to Chunyang, He Defang and others, and followed Xu Changde to organize people, more than 2,000 homeless people and more than 200 people from the two villages, except for a few who stayed in the village to take care of the wounded, the others were quickly gathered together.

Old and young, some families stand together, some people stand together, and some people who are afraid of death and flee early with their families, after all, they can be refugees in order to survive, and they can flee in order to survive. Bringing people together will inevitably involve a larger fight, and if you leave early, you will have a better chance of survival.

Zhao Xiang shouted at the noisy crowd: "Now start recruiting nursing homes!" ”

Everyone quieted down, waiting for Zhao Xiang to speak.

"I want 300 people who are not afraid of death to be the nursing home! From now on, you don't have to do coolies, you can eat three meals a day, and you will have meat at every meal! Those who are willing to trade their lives for food stand here! ”

Xu Changde was the first to stand over, and the black bull also walked over. The noise in the crowd was louder, buzzing in the ears.

Many people want to come out, but they are pulled by their loved ones. There are wives pulling the corners of their clothes, children holding their thighs and crying, parents tearfully persuading, and those who are scolded by the old lady like Sandezi...... So they all stayed where they were, and hesitated.

There are also singles like Xu Changde, who came out of the crowd and walked to Zhao Xiang's right hand, which also led to dozens of single-minded men.

"The owner, I have old parents, if I die, can the owner give them a bite to eat?" A big man walked out, and the sound was like a bell.

Zhao Xiang raised his right hand and pointed to the sky, and said loudly: "Six hundred yuan and one hundred catties of rice per month, until the old parents are in the west, and Zhao will bear the aftermath together!" ”

"Good! I believe that the owner is a man of his word, and since then this life has been handed over to the owner! Dahan walked out and stood with Xu Changde and the others.

"The owner, my family has a young son and a young wife, is it the same?"

Zhao Xiang had the urge to rush up and beat the man, but he still couldn't resist giving a different policy: "I'll raise them until your son is sixteen years old!" ”

So the man also came out.

Then many people came out of the crowd, and there were more than 400 people who were willing to serve as nurses.

Zhao Xiang used the fastest speed to organize these people into a formation, and made the simplest lecture: "You are a total of four hundred and sixty-eight people, from this moment until the defeat of the rebellious people, if there are casualties, I Zhao will support you and your family!" If you guard me, I will not fail you! ”

Among the more than 400 men, I don't know which acquaintance shouted: "Guard the owner!" Then a group of men shouted: "Guard the owner! Defend the owner! ”

The roar was so loud and loud that even the people in Zicheng could faintly hear it.

……

Granny Zhao stood on the top of the mountain wall and sighed, but did not speak.

Zhaoyan beside her asked, "Master, are we leaving?" ”

Granny Zhao smiled gloomily: "I'll go, you stay." ”

"But ......"

"No, but, you have to marry him in this life! Only if you stay, can you go back with confidence, and don't let your teacher down. ”

"Apprentice obeys the master's orders......" Zhaoyan lowered her head and didn't dare to look at the master.

……

Zhao Xiang asked Hei Niu to take Xu Changde to the old treasury to get weapons and distribute them to everyone, and he disappeared for a while and hurriedly appeared in Wutian Old Village. It's been an hour and a half, and Zhao Xiang doesn't know the bottom of his heart, after all, in film and television dramas, it is always the doctor who says to the patient, "Ten minutes too late, it will be hopeless".

When he saw the boy smiling at him, a heart finally fell into his stomach. When the dripping of glucose water was finished, a new bottle was hung, and the wounded who had lost too much blood were also hung up on drips nearby. Although the others lost too much blood, they did not even have bulging blood vessels like the teenagers, let alone shock, and those who were more seriously injured are now dead.

Seventeen people died, and they were laid out in the open space where the timbers had been placed, some wailing around their families, others just alone on broken straw mats.

Of the remaining wounded, the teenager was considered the least likely to survive. His injuries were not serious, but he had lost a lot of blood. In the era when there were no drips and blood transfusions, the only thing that awaited such wounded was shock, and then they were directly disposed of as dead.

The biggest problem in blood transfusion is the blood type test, and the existence of two kinds of serum, A and B, makes it no longer a problem for Zhao Xiang to test all blood types, and large pharmacies sell serum that can be used for blood testing. Maybe the boy's life should not be extinguished, his blood dripped into the A and B serums, and it did not coagulate, which means that he is AB blood type.

In order to prevent errors in the results, Zhao Xiang took his own type O blood and dropped it into two bottles of serum, all of which coagulated. In other words, these serums are still reliable.

Then the other wounded who needed blood transfusions were also tested, and after the test, they took a marker pen and wrote their blood types on their arms. Normally, when the blood loss exceeds 500 milliliters, blood transfusion is required, but it is not directly known how much blood these wounded people have lost, and can only be judged by the degree of pale face and the middle qi of their speech.

Fortunately, none of these people were born with a loud voice, and under long-term malnutrition, there were no people born with ruddy complexions and all the same color. So Zhao Xiang made a decision: to give blood transfusions to these wounded.

But blood collection is more troublesome, of course he knows that he is type O blood, but out of selfishness, he is not ready to transfuse his blood to others - Zhao Xiang doesn't want his blood to create a monster like in a science fiction movie, although the existence of this possibility is still a question mark, but after all, it must be eliminated.

Then he thought of the newly recruited armed forces.

Four hundred and sixty-eight new nurses stood neatly in front of Zhao Xiang, each holding a long-handled machete in their hands, and each of them tried to stand up straight. It's a pity that what awaits them is not Zhao Xiang's inspirational speech, but the first blood type test and unpaid blood donation.