However, when Qiu Fatzi heard this, of course, he was even more uneasy, he knew that he had no friendship with God, and he had never prayed seriously since he was a child, in fact, he didn't believe in any virgin at all, what God created all things and other crazy words. If this Tatar had been sent by God and his old man, he would have come to torture himself, not save himself!

Zhu Jishi didn't care what the fat man thought about him, he just nodded at him heavily, and used a scalpel to cut next to the wound on the fat man's stomach, but ...... Without completely cutting through the fat man's thick belly meat and fat, it looks like this craft is really not at home! Zhu Jishi shook his head, and stabbed again along the incision of the first knife, and then saw blood gushing out!

"It hurts!" Qiu Fatzi roared in his heart. Now he is really suffering, his opium has been smoked early, and now the strength of the medicine has passed more than half, and he can't stop the pain at all! The current situation is to cut the belly alive without anesthetic, not to mention Qiu Fatzi, even nine out of ten perverted Japanese samurai can't stand it and want to find someone.

The fat man who was tied up his hands and feet struggled desperately, but under the joint efforts of Hemming and Blomsteain, Zhu Jishi still successfully cut the fat belly of the fat man, and then put his hand into the fat man's belly, and he didn't feel the lead bullet for a long time.

At this time, everyone's eyes widened, and the maid named Lucy fainted with a scream, and then Qiu Fatzi also woke up with his eyes. At this time, Zhu Jishi pointed to a hole in the intestine very calmly and said: "The bullet has pierced the intestine, and if the bullet is not removed in time, Mr. Churchill will die." ”

Isn't it dead now? Blomstein and Hemming glanced at each other, and Countess Isabel's face was ugly. Suddenly, I heard Zhu Jishi shouting: "Blomsteain, blood transfusion!" Hemming, give me hemostats! The two of them hurriedly came back to their senses, one handed the hemostat to Zhu Jishi so that he could use it to clamp a few bleeding spots that were spurting blood, and the other used a syringe to inject the blood from the wine glass into the blood vessels on Qiu Fatzi's arm.

"Found the bullet." With a soft sound, a deformed lead bullet fell on the wooden table, and Zhu Jishi said again: "Needle and thread." ”

Blomsteain hurriedly handed Zhu Jishi the sutures that were put on the haode. As mentioned above, Zhu Jishi studied basic medicine, and in layman's terms, internal medicine. I don't have the skill of surgery, I only know some principles, and I have taken anatomy classes. So just now, the belly of the fat man was pulled several times before he pulled it open, and at this time, the stitches were even deeper, and the stitches were twisted and crooked, if Ye Yiren saw it, he would laugh for three months. But Zuihou finally got it so-so, not only filling up the hole in the intestines and putting them back on, but also sewing up all the muscles and skin on the fat man's stomach. Anti-inflammatory drugs provided by Dr. Blomstein were also applied to the wound and gauze was used to wrap the wound. As for antibiotics or something, Zhu Jishi is not ready to use it for the fat man, unless the fat man really has a high fever due to wound infection, it can be saved or saved, before he "invented" penicillin and streptomycin, the two cephalosporins in that backpack are comparable to panacea!

……

"It hurts!"

It was at Ju Jishi, Blomsteain and Weil. When Heming moved the fat man into the bedroom, a heart-rending scream rang out, and the fat man had woken up.

"Hey, hey, don't move, do you know how heavy you are?" The Will who almost killed Churchill. Hemming said with a disdainful look on his face at this time. "Isn't it just that I was stabbed a few times in the stomach and then pulled out my intestines, what's the big deal? Could it be that John. The children and grandchildren of Duke Churchill can't even bear this little pain? ”

"Will, you bastard! I'm going to die, you're still making such fun of me, I can't let Isabel follow you, she's so kind, so pure, so beautiful, I'm going to die with you bastard! I'm going to duel you! ”

Zhu Jishi and Blomsteain heard the fat man's shouting and shouting, and their two hanging hearts finally let go, even people who did not know anything about medicine knew that Mr. Churchill's life had basically been saved. And Zhu Jishi now has an unfathomable expression on his face. After the operation on Qiu Fatzi, he and Blomsteain chatted for a full hour, discussing medical issues. The more I discussed, the more I felt that I was a skilled doctor - isn't this nonsense, he is a top student in medical school 172 years later! If his medical skills are not superb, his more than six years in medical school have not been in vain?

And the medical level of this era, in Zhu Jishi's view, is purely ...... Murder! And it's torture! If you look at it from the perspective of the 21st century, Western medicine in this era can basically be regarded as a perverted murderer and sadist. These guys don't even know the basic knowledge of surgical disinfection and blood transfusion, so they dare to operate on people! What is this not murder? If the patient does not die from wound infection and excessive bleeding, it is absolutely fatal! As for anesthesia, it's basically opium and liquor! How many painkillers do these two things have? Asking a patient to smoke a few mouthfuls of opium and then chop off his hands and feet, isn't this sadism or what?

By the way, all the European doctors of the 19th century were damn drug dealers! Opium was a must-have in their medicine cabinet, the most effective painkiller, and doctors sold it to patients as soon as they needed it and could afford it. What is even more exaggerated is that in the pharmacies of Western capitalist countries in this era, opium can be sold openly! Are they opening a pharmacy or a big tobacco shop?

What is even more unforgivable is that Western medicine in the 19th century was still murdering pregnant women and babies on a large scale! Due to the lack of necessary surgical sterilization, nearly 10% of pregnant women who give birth naturally in this era will die from puerperal fever or some other bacterial infection! As for cesarean section surgery, it is unthinkable, so dystocia is basically a life and death for pregnant women.

No wonder these white people have no population problems in later generations, and their daring to love is all due to these perverted murderous doctors!

In short, in Zhu Jishi's view, all the doctors in this era are heinous criminals, and they are also the most perverted and shameless kind. Fortunately, I studied medicine before I crossed over, otherwise in this era of perverted murderous doctors everywhere, if you get a minor illness, you can't let a murderous doctor like Blomstein treat him alive?

However, in the eyes of Dr. Blomstein and the fat man who was stabbed, Zhu Jishi, the Tatar doctor, is also a similar character. Otherwise, how did the nickname of Jason the Ripper come about?

"Alright, let's put him on this bed." Isabel said. She had already instructed the servants to clean a bedroom, and had replaced all the sheets and bedding with clean ones according to Zhu Jishi's instructions.

"It hurts, it hurts...... Oh my God, can't you just be light? Qiu Fat Man howled again, because several big men with rough hands and feet thought that this fat man was too heavy, so he threw it directly on the bed, and as a result, he pulled the wound and made him hurt a lot.

Bronstein didn't seem to believe that the thing had really escaped, so he took out the thermometer and took the fat man's temperature, and sure enough, he didn't have a fever. The old man scratched his sparse white hair and exhaled heavily: "It's a miracle to cut open the stomach, transfuse blood, and take out the intestines......"

"Intestines! Oh, my God! Are my bowels still there? At this time, Qiu Fatzi seemed to remember that his intestines were pulled out of his stomach by a Tatar, so he looked at Zhu Jishi with a nervous face.

"Put it back, it's been sewn up and put it back, it's not missing at all." Zhu Jishi lifted the futon on the fat man's body, looked at the wound wrapped in gauze, there was not much blood oozing, nodded, and showed a gentle smile: "Mr. Churchill, I have to say that your physical fitness is very good, and the wound should grow soon." Then he said to Blomstein: "Give it to him again...... Smoke some opium for him and let him sleep well, and tomorrow it shouldn't hurt so much. ”

There is no way, there is really no other painkiller to use except opium now, as for whether Fat Qiu will be cured as a big smoker, it only depends on his own willpower!