Jiexiu suddenly asked for his own blood transfusion, which surprised several people present. Yang Tinglin dared to sacrifice his blood, it was out of the heart of worrying about the country and the people and the friendship of colleagues who could not give up, the great monk and Lu Xiangsheng could not meet in Pingshui, and they were willing to risk their lives to save him, so why did they come? In an instant, Li Xindu felt ridiculous for his suspicion, although this great monk did not abide by all kinds of rules and precepts, but after all, he had a compassionate heart. Thinking of this, Li Xin couldn't help but feel a little more respect when he looked at Jiexiu.

Yang Tinglin never fought for Jiexiu in the end, people's lives were at stake, and Li Xin couldn't allow them to compete for superiority, so he finally decided to let Jiexiu be this volunteer, after all, he was much stronger than Yang Tinglin.

Even wanting to get some boiling water for simple disinfection has become a luxury in the battlefield field, but in a hurry, time is life, and he can't care about that much, Li Xin untied the kettle on his waist, pulled out the stopper, and the clear boiled water poured out, rinsing the two processed goose feather tubes inside and out.

Li Xin ordered Monk Jiexiu and Lu Xiangsheng to lie down side by side, elbows next to each other. Then he picked up a goose feather tube, roughly pinpointed the vein, and pricked it hard. Unexpectedly, although the skin and flesh were pierced, it could not penetrate the blood vessel wall no matter what, and a dense layer of sweat immediately appeared on the forehead, and when the north wind blew, the body was indescribably cold. But Li Xin told him over and over again that his heart should not be disturbed, and he should be calm.

Yang Tinglin noticed something different from Li Xin's complexion, the process of blood transfusion seemed to have encountered a problem, and seeing that his movements were stagnant, he asked eagerly: "But it's tricky?" ”

Li Xin waved his hand, and suddenly touched the dagger on his waist, and an idea came out again, so he pulled the dagger out of the sheath with a "swish", and the tip of the blade was aimed at the vein that was a fast, ruthless and accurate stab. A trace of dark red blood suddenly gushed out from the wound, and Li Xinchang breathed a sigh of relief, and the secret path was completed. Then he shoved the tip of the goose feather tube straight into the wound.

The blood in Lu Xiangsheng's body was obviously lost, and the imaginary blood gushing did not happen. Li Xin immediately raised Jiexiu's right arm to concoct the same method, but this time it was an artery, and the sharp tip of the blade had just pierced the blood vessel wall, and a bloody arrow shot out, spraying Li Xin's face all over his body. With the experience of dealing with Lu Xiangsheng, Li Xin did not hesitate at all, and stuffed the second goose feather duct straight down the wound into the artery on the right arm of the great monk Jiexiu, and a large stream of bright red blood accompanied the beating of Jiexiu's heart, gushing out rhythmically from the goose feather duct.

When Li Xin connected the two goose feather tubes, through the translucent wall of the tubes, Jiexiu's blood was faintly seen gurgling into Lu Xiangsheng's body. Yang Tinglin looked at Li Xin's series of movements in amazement, his eyes were full of disbelief and admiration, and when he saw the successful docking of the two goose feather tubes, he grew a breath of atmosphere that had been held for a long time.

But Li Xin was even more nervous, docking Jiexiu's arteries and veins was only the first step, and then there were many dangers, not only the blood type mismatch could completely kill Lu Xiangsheng's life, but if there was a foreign body into the blood vessels, even if he survived, it would be endless trouble. And he had to always keep in mind the condition of the great monk Jiexiu, and ensure that he could not die of excessive blood loss.

"Great monk, if you feel uncomfortable, just say, don't stand up!"

Jiexiu's complexion was not abnormal, and he watched with an almost curious gaze as the blood that originally belonged to him gushed into the body of Lord Lu, this method subverted the routine of saving people with needles and stones in the previous impression, maybe the person who died could really be saved.

Jiexiu was not the only one who thought like this, Yang Tinglin, who was already desperate, once again ignited the blazing flame of hope.

Suddenly, Jiexiu rubbed his eyes.

"Why are you sleepy all of a sudden, strange?"

Then he let out a long yawn, closed his eyes, and snoring.

Li Xin felt that it was almost over, and if he continued, if Lu Xiangsheng was not saved, and he wanted the life of the great monk again, it would be worth the loss. He strangled Jiexiu's right arm with a strip of cloth that he had prepared in advance, then pulled out the goose feather tube and wrapped his arm in layers with a cleaner strip of cloth. Arterial wounds are difficult to treat, usually bleeding non-stop, and in the absence of surgical instruments, they can only be bandaged in this way first, hoping that the wound can heal as much as possible.

After all, Monk Jiexiu's wound was a minor injury, and it was Lu Xiangsheng who really worried Li Xin. He is not a doctor, and his medical knowledge is pitiful, even the method of blood transfusion of goose feather tube is also seen in the book, whether it can save his life or not, anyway, after he finishes it, it will depend on God's arrangement.

Looking at Lu Xiangsheng's originally pale face again, there seemed to be a trace of blood on his face, Yang Tinglin held Lu Xiangsheng's wrist, and seemed to feel a weak pulse, and said happily: "Lu Butang is alive!" But when he brushed his hand over Lu Xiangsheng's forehead, his voice suddenly changed tone!

"Why is your forehead so hot?"

Li Xin also hurriedly went to test his forehead to raise his temperature, and sure enough, Lu Xiangsheng had a high fever. He only knew that the difference in blood type in the body would cause death, but he did not know the specific symptoms before death, and he was not sure whether the high fever was caused by blood transfusion.

But in any case, Lu Xiangsheng's life was temporarily saved, although he had a high fever, he was a hundred times stronger than when he was dying before.

The first problem now is to reduce fever and cool down.

"Why is this Lord Lu still not awake?"

Leng Bufang Jiexiu said on the side, it turned out that he had woken up. Jing Jiexiu reminded Li Xincai that this is a big problem, don't be rescued by people, but become a vegetative person, if this is the case, whether he is saving him or pit him, it is really between the two.

The sky turned dark, Liu Quan rushed back to the battlefield of Jiazhuang with the cavalry of the pro-army, the tragic situation of the corpses everywhere made his heart beat, and he was secretly glad in his heart, fortunately he came late, if he came early, he collided with the Tartars, and you died or died, but I don't know if I can see the sun tomorrow again.

After some discussion, everyone decided to go to Pingxiang County in the south of Jiazhuang to settle down, the giant deer in the north is likely to have fallen into the hands of the Tartars, and when passing through Pingxiang in the afternoon, this place is still under the control of the imperial court, and it should be the closest safe place to Jiazhuang.

But the team of people and horses just walked not far, and a team of people rushed out of the oblique spurs, murderous, the general Liu Quan was suddenly startled, the light became darker and darker, although it was not real, but also felt that these people were killed from the sea of blood in the mountain of corpses. He then gave the order to change his formation, preparing to meet the enemy. In a hurry, the pro-army cavalry thought that the Tartars were coming again, and fell into a panic, and the army formation could not be formed no matter what.

Liu Quan was embarrassed and angry, the scene of chasing the Tartars in the afternoon made him faintly feel that there was a light on his face, the marshal army was not an ordinary cavalry after all, Yao Wenchang's cowards, because they were afraid of fighting with the Tartars, they didn't come until dark, and he was all out of the limelight.

Who knows that the evening festival is coming. In an instant, the cavalry killed in front of him, and when he saw that the other party was only a hundred and ten horsemen, Liu Quan was so ashamed that he wanted to get into the crack in the ground, and he was also 2,000 elite horsemen, so that one hundred and ten remnants of the soldiers were scared of this virtue, if it was passed out, where would this face be put in the future, what would the envoy think of himself!

All kinds of thoughts came out, Liu Quan was enthusiastic, and shouted loudly: "Sons, follow me!" ”

Stepping on the stirrups with both feet, he clamped the horse's belly hard, shook off the reins, and the war horse flew out. The personal soldiers beside Liu Quan also followed, shouting and cheering.

When Li Xin saw this remnant of the army rushing over, he was also startled at first, thinking that it was the Tartars who had killed another horse pistol, so their situation was really dangerous. can take a closer look, what the other party is holding is clearly the scarlet battle flag of the Ming official army, and only a few black characters on it are not real.

At the same time, Yang Tinglin let out a shout full of surprise.

"It's the Tiger Commander!"

Li Xin's brain is running rapidly, the tiger general soldier, the general soldier surnamed Hu in the Ming Dynasty has only one general soldier, and that is the general soldier of Shanxi Town, Hu Dawei!

Sure enough, the cavalry is getting closer and closer, and under the afterglow of the sunset, on the scarlet battle flag hunting in the wind, several Chinese characters are also clear, and it is "Shanxi General Soldier Tiger".

Li Xin supported the forehead. Could it be that Hu Dawei is not dead, according to his memory, in the battle of Jiazhuang, Hu Dawei and Lu Xiangsheng died one after another. He had also deliberately ordered Liu Quan to look through the dead to see if there was Hu Dawei's body, but he found nothing, but he didn't expect him to be alive.

Liu Quan also found out that this remnant soldier was not a Tartar at this time, and he collected the war horse in time, only to see a horse galloping towards him, and the rider on the horse was holding the reins in one hand, covered in blood. How is the reins held in one hand? Liu Quan took a closer look, but saw that his left arm was already empty, and it had already been cut off by elbows!

Dozens of steps away, Yang Tinglin couldn't wait to wave his hands and shout Tiger Dawei.

The war horse arrived in an instant, and the aura of slaughter was also permeated, and an inexplicable pressure made Li Xin and the others breathless.

The horse rider who was the leader was Hu Dawei, the chief soldier of Shanxi, and I saw that he was riding with one hand, his armor was stained with blood, and he was scarred, and the wound at his left elbow was tightly tied with cloth, and it was soaked and dried up with blood, and it was already black. The face under the shadow of the helmet revealed a chilling coldness, and a pair of eyes faintly shot out bursts of fine light.

He saw Yang Tinglin and Li Xin, but he didn't see Lu Xiangsheng, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"The Tartars are powerful, Lu Butang is ......"

Halfway through the conversation, he stopped. Yang Tinglin took it over and said: "Tiger Commander, although the Tartars are fierce and powerful, Lu Butang is not dead. ”

"Is that true?"

Hu Dawei's eyes shot with burning hope.

"It's true, it was this envoy who saved Lord Lu!"

Yang Tinglin pointed to Li Xin beside him, and Hu Dawei carefully observed Li Xin.

"Where do we seem to have met?"

Li Xin said with a smile: "The tiger is handsome and has a good memory, in Gaoyang, in the valley of the Pigpen River!" ”

"Du Du went north!"

Hu Dawei suddenly said a word!