"Since when did this be. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" Zhao Qing frowned, took the towel in the hand of a woman next to him, and carefully helped Chen Taoer wipe the sweat on his head.

"That's it after you left during the day today, this kid is stubborn, obviously injured, but he still has to pretend that it's okay, what can I do, Zhao Gongzi, you have to find a way to save him." That woman is Chen Taoer's sister-in-law, Chen Taoer's brother died in Huanhe County, and now the brother-in-law looks like this again, this strong woman finally sobbed.

Zhao Qing sighed, he was the closest at that time, and watched the hind hooves of the war horse kick on Chen Taoer's body, it seemed that he was in a good state at that time, and there were many wounded in the homeless group, Zhao Qing didn't care about it for a while, and now he finally couldn't suppress the injury. He pulled out Chen Tao'er's hand covering his chest and abdomen, and then gently untied the clothes on his chest, and in the dim candlelight, only a bruise on his chest could be seen. Carefully poked with her finger, Chen Tao'er, who was a little delirious, immediately inhaled a cool breath, and then curled up like a shrimp.

"It must have been kicked and broken ribs, the bones were broken inside, and now it's inflamed." Zhao Qing's face sank like water, at that time, Chen Taoer insisted that he was fine and did not let Zhao Qing check, but now the injury has deteriorated to such a point, and Zhao Qing is helpless. This is no longer an injury that can be solved by taking medicine, and surgery must be performed to remove the broken bones, but Zhao Qing is an engineering student and has no professional knowledge in this area at all, plus this is an ancient country with backward conditions, how dare he use a knife on a living person.

"Then what can I do, there is no cure in your hidden door?" Xiong Ye didn't expect Chen Taoer's injury to be so serious, so he could only pin his hopes on Zhao Qing, a hidden man.

Zhao Qing looked at Chen Tao'er, his face was complicated, this young man who was talking and laughing with him a few days ago was dying at the moment, but he had nothing to do, he hated his incompetence a little.

"Shizun didn't teach me this, but there is indeed a method in the Ghost Valley, didn't Shen Wansan spread the surgical technique." Zhao Qing could only hope that Shen Wansan had brought the surgical techniques of later generations to this era.

Xiong Ye thought carefully, suddenly spoke, and said: "Perhaps, when Wan Sanye founded Lingxi Academy, there was a special medical school, and I heard that there were people who specialized in studying human bones, but at this time in Ningjiang Prefecture, Lingxi Academy was far away in Bianjing, and far water could not save the fire." ”

Zhao Qing's eyes lit up, and he said: "Since someone has started researching, then there must be results in the past hundred years, go and ask Captain Cao if there is a scholar who is proficient in this scholar." ”

"Good!" Xiong Ye immediately went to find Cao Zilin.

"We must survive, and when the time comes, we will go to the Frozen Throne together to defeat the Lich King." Zhao Qing whispered to Chen Tao'er, he knew that Chen Tao'er still had some consciousness, hoping to arouse his instinct to survive.

Sure enough, Chen Tao'er's eyelids moved, looked at Zhao Qing, and said weakly, "Does the Frozen Throne really exist?" ”

"Of course, this is a secret story of the Ghost Valley, and I only knew that I was also from the Ghost Valley, so I would be so surprised that day." Zhao Qing said with certainty.

Chen Tao'er nodded and held Zhao Qing's hand tightly: "I want to live." ”

After a long time, Cao Zilin and Xiong Ye came over, and there was a sturdy old man with him, if Yang Zaixing was here, he would recognize this old man who had advised Chai Yi to cultivate well. Not all quacks are in Ningjiang Prefecture.

After Cao Zilin heard Xiong Ye's request for help, he directly invited the best old man in the city, the reason is that this old man has been working for more than ten years when he was young, specializing in autopsy, and he is very familiar with the human body.

After Zhao Qing listened to Cao Zilin's words, he immediately raised hope, hurriedly got out of the way, and said, "Lang Zhong, you can show him quickly." ”

Lao Langzhong first looked at Zhao Qing deeply, and the old man fell into deep self-blame if he couldn't save Lord Chai's illness, if he hadn't heard Cao Zilin say that this Guigumen person who had just cured Lord Chai's illness had a request, he would not have said anything at this time.

After seeing Chen Tao'er's face, Lao Langzhong's expression immediately became solemn, and he didn't bother to greet Zhao lightly, and began to check Chen Tao'er's injuries. After a while, he raised his head sweatily, shook his head helplessly, and said: "This is an extremely serious internal injury, I am afraid that the bones are broken, and the most fatal thing is that there is inflammation, the old man's medical skills are shallow, I am afraid that he will not be able to save him." ”

encountered two illnesses in a row that he couldn't do anything about, and Lao Langzhong looked very depressed.

"Inflammation is a trivial matter, I have anti-inflammatory drugs, Mr. Langzhong, you just need to cut his wound open, and then take out the broken bones, haven't you ever been a servant, you should have experience in surgery." Zhao Qing said anxiously, he felt that Chen Tao'er was getting weaker and weaker.

"But I've only used a knife on a dead person, how can a living person be treated as a dead person, I'm afraid that if I really get a knife, this little brother will die of pain." Lao Langzhong shook his head, looking very helpless.

"Who said that living people can't use knives, there is such a medical skill in the Ghost Valley, called surgery, but I didn't learn it in the next, Hua Tuo still had bone scraping to cure poison. Saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating map, so give it a try. Zhao Qing was almost on his knees, pleading.

"Hua Tuo has hemp boiling powder, but unfortunately now the secret recipe of hemp boiling powder has long been lost, if this little brother can really resist, Song Ci will dare to really use the knife. The old man is not the kind of selfish person who is afraid of a bad reputation and does not dare to accept treatment. The old man gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind.

Song Ci? Zhao Qing was a little shocked, he didn't expect to meet a celebrity, this famous criminal officer of the Great Song Dynasty in the original history was also a famous medical scientist, but he didn't expect to be reduced to a doorman who made a life in this world.

"It doesn't matter, Guan Yu doesn't use hemp boiling, I believe that my brother can hold it, and I also ask Mr. Song to help, although I haven't learned the true transmission of surgical skills, I know a little bit and can assist Mr. in the operation." Zhao Qing is full of confidence in Song Ci, the truly great brilliance will not be buried by the changes of history, he believes that Song Ci is such a great man.

"I can work hand in hand with the people of Guigumen to treat diseases, even if I miss, if I can get a glimpse of the true legend of Guigu, the old man will have no regrets in this life. The old man needs to fetch his set of knives, and asks the little brother to be patient for a while. Song Ci said and went out.

Cao Zilin wanted to escort him on horseback, but was stopped by Zhao Qing and said, "Captain Cao, let Master Xiong go, you go and find some high-grade spirits, the stronger the better, I don't believe that Shen Wansan will not even make this." ”

"Hehe, Zhao Gongzi also knows about high spirits, it seems that high spirits really come from the Ghost Valley, that thing has been circulating in the north and south of the river since Wan Sanye built the three major distilleries, and the number in Ningjiang Prefecture is not a few, and people outside the plug like it the most, and they are really drunk in one sip. I'm going to look for it. Cao Zilin has been listening, since he knew that Zhao Qing was from Guigumen and cured Chai Yi's illness, he had great respect for Zhao Qing. At this time, he asked himself for high spirits, and of course he would not shirk it. He also guessed that this was for the next operation, and if Chen Taoer was drunk, then of course there would be no feeling for him to go under the knife.

Soon, Song Ci was sent back by Xiong Ye, with an extra rolled cloth bag on his body, and when he opened it, there was a row of knives from small to large, each of which was polished very sharp, and could even reflect in the candlelight.

"Let's get started." Song Ci took a deep breath and tried to stabilize his emotions. He had used many knives on the corpses of dead people, but this was the first time he had done it on a living person.

"Wait a minute. There is still some preparation to be made. Zhao shook his head lightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Cao Zilin came in with two wine jars, put them in front of Zhao Qing, and said, "At this time, the strongest two pots, one bowl can put people in." ”

Zhao Qing opened the mud seal of a jar, smelled the rich and pungent smell of wine, and couldn't help frowning, but said in his mouth: "Yes, the degree is enough." ”

said that he wanted to bring two porcelain bowls, fill them respectively, and handed one bowl to the woman, asking her to feed Chen Tao'er, and then took Song Ci's knife and prepared to sterilize.

"These knives used to be used on the dead, but now they have to be used on the living and they must be sterilized. High spirits can sterilize bacteria, and if the alcohol reaches a certain level, it will turn into alcohol, and the effect of alcohol is even better. Zhao said lightly, then took out a knife, soaked it in wine, took a candle, and carefully roasted the blade on the fire.

The room was covered with candles, and Zhao Qing was pleasantly surprised to find that there were several gray glass mirrors in the warehouse in the courtyard, these things that made Shen Wansan rich back then are now everywhere, and the woman wiped them clean and spread them around, imitating Edison's behavior, and for a while, the candlelight reflected the room brightly, reducing the difficulty of the operation.

Song Ci watched Zhao Qing roast on the fire with his beloved knife with some distress, but he also learned to disinfect his hands with alcohol, which made sense, so he also poured a bowl of wine and began to disinfect like Zhao Qing.

Chen Taoer was choked by the spirits, but she still poured a whole bowl of spirits, her face flushed, and her consciousness became unclear.

Zhao Qing also asked for some needles and threads, and the needles were also sterilized, Song Ci could only dissect, and he would need to sew up the wound when the time came.

After everything was ready, he invited everyone except Song Ci out, and the two looked at each other, and both took a deep breath to suppress their nervousness. The room was full of the smell of wine, and if it weren't for the need to stay sober, Zhao Qing wanted to drink a sip of wine to strengthen his courage.

In this remote courtyard in a remote border city, the first scientifically documented surgical operation of Da Zhou began.

Song Ci picked up one of his most handy knives and carefully slashed at the center of the bruise.

In order to prevent blood from splashing everywhere, Zhao Qing learned the scene he saw on TV, and also covered Chen Taoer with a linen cloth with a hole in the middle, and the operation was all carried out on the exposed parts of the hole.

The first knife went down, both of them held their breath, blood slowly seeped out, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief. Chen Taoer was already drunk and delirious, but he just shouted twice, but there was not much movement, Zhao Qing in order to prevent him from moving too much and affecting the operation, tied him to the bed with a rope and tied him strongly, and he couldn't move if he wanted to.

Song Ci has dealt with corpses for more than ten years, and he knows very well the structure and blood of the human body, if Zhao Qing is allowed to use this knife, maybe the first knife will cut the large blood vessel artery, and Chen Taoer will have to die.

Song Ci's knife continued to swim, and the hand holding the knife became more and more stable, as if he had found the feeling of the past, and as if what he was in front of him was not a living person, but a simple corpse.

However, there is still a great difference between the living and the dead, more and more blood is oozing, Zhao Qing can only see a blur of flesh and blood, and feels dizzy, and Song Ci also has bean-sized sweat droplets on his forehead.

"Tweezers." Song Ci said softly.

Zhao Qing immediately sent a pair of tweezers up, Song Ci put the knife in his hand into a plate that had been prepared a long time ago, and then carefully plunged the tweezers deep into the blurred piece of flesh, then grabbed something and carefully pulled it out.

Under the bright candlelight, Zhao Qing clearly saw that it was a broken bone.

Song Ci did not stop, but continued to work with tweezers. Zhao Qing's judgment was really not as accurate as Song Ci's, and the rib was broken, not broken.

I don't know how long this work lasted, Zhao Qing only felt that Chen Taoer's blood was almost dry, without serum support, if it couldn't be finished quickly, Chen Taoer would probably die of blood loss.

Finally, after Song Ci took out a broken bone the size of a fingernail, he said a little tiredly, "Okay, let's sew up the wound." ”

As he spoke, he threw the bone into the plate, and Zhao Qing counted them one by one in his heart during the operation, and there were a total of seven broken bones in the plate, large and small.

Song Ci helped to turn the flesh back and press it with his hands, Zhao Qingqiang stabilized his trembling hands, carefully interspersed with a needle with cotton thread, and finally sutured the wound, under the candlelight, the wound like a centipede looked very hideous.

Zhao lightly scrubbed the wound with strong liquor, then sprayed the last remaining bit of white medicine, and then Song Ci skillfully bandaged it with military gauze. After all this was done, the two of them sat on the ground as if they had collapsed, gasping for breath.

Chen Tao'er's face was even paler, without a trace of blood, which was a sign of excessive blood loss, but her breathing was quite steady. He was supposed to be weak for a long time after the operation, but his life should have been saved.

"The next thing is to leave it to fate." Song Ci looked very tired, but his eyes were still very bright, he didn't expect that he could really use a knife on a living person, he felt that he had stepped into a new field, if he could research the results, countless people would benefit from it. Which healer didn't want to be able to help the world, he was very grateful to Zhao Qing for allowing him to get such an opportunity.

"Zhao Qing thanked Mr. Song for Chen Taoer." Zhao wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "It's just that there is no supply of serum corresponding to the blood type, and we are lucky this time, Chen Taoer did not lose blood and died." ”

"Where, if it weren't for Zhao Gongzi's trust, how could the old man really dare to use a knife on a living person. It should be that the old man wants to thank Zhao Gongzi, and the old man will write down the experience of this operation after he goes back, if he can carry forward this medical skill, the people in the world will benefit immensely. Song Ci chuckled lightly, and then got up to pack up the knives.

Zhao Qing also called in the people who were waiting anxiously outside, and asked them to move Chen Tao'er to a clean room.

No one knew what was going on inside the house, only the blood on the bed and the seven broken bones on the plate, each pale.

"Zhao Gongzi, how is the little uncle's illness now?" The woman asked, somewhat anxiously.

"The broken bones have been taken out, but there is too much blood loss, and we should feed him more bloody things during this time. Also, this is an anti-inflammatory drug, feed one pill now, and then take one pill every day after meals. Zhao Qing said with a tired face, and then handed the woman a box of anti-inflammatory medicine.

"So, Chen Tao'er's illness has been cured?" Master Xiong's face was pleasantly surprised.

"Of course." Zhao waved his hand lightly and said, "Master Xiong, you send Mr. Song back, Mr. Song consumes too much this operation and needs to rest urgently." ”

Master Xiong agreed.

Zhao Qing felt sleepy, so he found the room they had prepared for himself and fell asleep.