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"Tatars! Tatars...... You say Robert is still saved, right? The soft female voice interrupted Zhu Jishi's thinking, and he nodded at the beautiful foreign girl with tears on her face, and then at the fat man lying on the ground who kept screaming.

"Then please save him, hurry up and save him."

"If you can't save it, it's easy to cut open your stomach, but how can you stop the bleeding?" The self-proclaimed "doctor in England who treats gunshot wounds" asked, shaking his head.

"With hemostats." Zhu Jishi thought to himself that hemostats should have been invented by now, right?

"But there is still a high probability of causing massive bleeding, and Mr. Churchill will most likely die on the operating table." The doctor shook his head. In this era, surgery is not without doctors who dare to try, but the probability of success is too low, and the failure rate of major surgeries is almost seventy or eighty percent! One of the biggest causes of death on the operating table is excessive bleeding.

"You can have a blood transfusion."

"Blood transfusion! How to lose? ”

"It's about taking blood out of someone else's body and injecting it into the patient's veins." Zhu Jishi paused for a moment and added: "The blood that matches the blood must be transfused, otherwise hemolysis will occur." ”

"Compatible with blood? Hemolysis? The old man shook his head, he couldn't understand what Zhu Jishi said at all, and hesitated: "How to solve the problem of wound infection?" You must know that wound infection is the biggest cause of death from gunshot wounds! ”

Zhu Jishi didn't know that this old doctor did have rich experience in treating gunshot wounds, because he was a military doctor. In the 18th and 19th centuries, Europe could be said to have been in constant war, and the main way for infantry to fight was to line up and shoot, and those soldiers who died in battle often did not die immediately, but would fight for a long time with wound infection, and then die in pain.

"Do a good job of sterilizing the surgery."

"Sanitization? What do you mean? ”

"It's ......"

"Uh-huh!" The fat man lying on the ground suddenly snorted and interrupted the conversation between the two doctors from different time and space, and the fat man looked at Zhu Jishi pitifully: "Tatar, do you really have a way to save me?" ”

"You can give it a try, but I'm only 50% sure." Zhu Jishi knew that the Opium War might have just ended, and considering that there was no advanced means of communication such as the telegraph, it was likely that Britain did not know that the Qing Dynasty had bent its knees to sue for peace. So he decided to pop up the Tatars for a while, so as not to let the British arrest him as an underground party of the Qing Dynasty - in fact, he is now saying that he is Chinese, and it is estimated that no one will believe him. Has anyone ever seen a Qing Dynasty man like Zhu Jishi, who had no braids, and was tall and strong (he was about 1.75 meters tall, which was considered tall in Europe at this time), and who could speak fluent English? This is clearly the completely Westernized Tatars under the rule of Tsarist Russia!

At this time, Zhu Jishi glanced at the fat man who was moaning again, thinking that this half-dead Churchill might be his meal ticket for the next few months. This thing is fat and short, and there are goddess-level girls who shed tears for him, and the only explanation is that this fat man's family is rich and violent! If I can cure him, I will have to slaughter a thousand pounds! Well, if you can become a famous doctor in Europe in the future, this fee must not be cheap, how can you represent the Chinese people to slaughter back all the silver lost by the Qing Dynasty in the Opium War!

But there's really no certainty that this guy will be cured. It would be nice if Ye Yiren, the dead girl, could cross with her, she studied surgery, although her ideal is just to be a plastic surgeon, but she is better than herself as an internal medicine doctor, right?

Hearing that he still had half of the possibility of living, the half-dead fat man barely squeezed out a smile: "Are you fifty percent sure?" That's great! He turned to the old man and said, "Mr. Blomstein, let this Tatar try." ”

"Yes, sir." It seems that this fat man surnamed Churchill is really not an ordinary person, the old doctor nodded respectfully, turned around and said to Zhu Jishi: "Tatar, where are you going to operate on Mr. Churchill?" ”

"Just that house." Zhu Jishi pointed to the nearest two-story building, "I think the owner there is willing to lend us the house, right?" ”

"That's my villa," replied the girl named Isabel, standing up. She wiped her tears again, turned back to the young man who had injured the fat man, and said, "Will, what are you doing there, come and help carry Robert over." ”

……

Robert. Charles. Spencer. Churchill, the youngest son of the 5th Duke of Marlborough, the hapless fat man who had a hot buckshot in his big belly open, had been stripped naked and placed on a long wooden table in the kitchen. His hands and feet were tied to the four legs of the wooden table with hemp rope - this was not Zhu Jishi's idea, but the old doctor, Karl. Blomstein's idea, because there were no very effective painkillers in England at this time, although the old doctor's medicine box contained opium and smoking guns, but the effect of this thing on severe pain was not very obvious, so he could only tie up the fat man first like killing a pig. The one who did the tying was the fat man's sweetheart Isabelle, whose full name was Isabel. Deneuve was a French countess living in England. Looking at her nimble hands and feet, Zhu Jishi wondered if this girl often used hemp rope to tie people up and play?

"Lucy, go and shave all the hair off Mr. Churchill's belly." After seeing Isabel finish tying up the fat man, Zhu Jishi instructed a young maid named Lucy to shave the hair of a certain fat man with a striped strip - it looked a bit like killing a pig.

In fact, the fat man Qiu, who was full of opium, also felt that he was a big fat pig waiting to be slaughtered. He really regrets it now, if there is a regret pill on this shijie, he is willing to take out all the inheritance he inherited from his father, the fifth Duke of Marlborough, in exchange for a regret pill. As the son of the dignified Duke of Marlborough, I don't know how many bright futures are waiting for me in the future, and I don't know how many beautiful women have to sleep. How can you agree on the spur of the moment and Will. What about the duel between Hemming, the son of an Irish landbreaker? The other party is just a civilian.

Isn't it just for a French girl? The countess or something inherited it from the ex-husband of a Bonapartist, and the Orleans dynasty in France did not recognize it at all! In the eyes of authentic nobles, such a family background is just an ordinary commoner, not worthy of the young master of the Marlborough family at all, so it is impossible to get married, at most it is just a lover, and it is guilty of going to Will. Hemming duel? Alas, I must have drunk too much whiskey before I agreed to the duel!

But what Qiu Fatzi regrets the most now is that he shouldn't be greedy for life and afraid of death for a while, and let the Tatar doctor operate on him. As a result, he made himself like a big fat pig waiting to be slaughtered, stripped naked and tied on the table, and had to shave his hair clean! My God! This Tatar isn't a butcher who kills pigs, right? Even if you don't kill pigs, you must be a veterinarian! How can anyone who is so strong and has to shave his hair? Alas, the son of the dignified Duke of Marlborough, the great military strategist John Murphy. There is no shame in the children and grandchildren of Churchill if they die under the bullets, and if they are treated alive as a pig, they will die so ugly...... How can this be?

Thinking of this, Fat Qiu snorted twice more vigorously - his mouth had been blocked by Isabel with a handkerchief, it was said that he was afraid to hear his screams! So now it is impossible for our fat Mr. Churchill to die a dignified death, so we can only wait for Zhu Jishi, the second knife Mongolian doctor (Isn't Tatar Mongolia?). Give him disembowelment.