"Master Meng, can you allow the poor nun to discuss it with the junior sisters?" Zen Master Jinghui asked solemnly.

"Yes, but not too long."

Meng Yan nodded, no matter whether or not to operate on Jingyi's nun in the end, Meng Yan had to prepare.

This time when he came out, he didn't bring Shen Cong over, and there was no available assistant around him, so he could only come alone.

"I need a relatively large space, a long table, and, yes, it's just such a tall table, no inflation, and a large porcelain plate can also be boiled in boiling water for a quarter of an hour......"

"How much is a quarter of an hour?"

"About half a pillar of incense." Meng Yan explained.

"Also, is there a pharmacy in the nunnery?"

"Yes!" Jinghui sent a nimbler with quick hands and feet to follow Meng Yan's side, ready to listen to orders.

"Take me!"

"My lord, this is our medicine in Wuding'an, every new year's first, fifteenth, and twenty-fifth three days, the senior sister will wait for us to sit here for consultation, free medicine!"

"Free?"

"Yes, the people who come to us to see a doctor are all nearby mountain people, they are all poor families, and they have no money for treatment."

"If you don't pay for medical treatment, where do your expenses come from?" Meng Yan was a little strange.

"In addition to some of our medicinal materials, which are picked and prepared by ourselves, most of them are donations from good men and women, and there is also sesame oil money."

"And what about your usual source of livelihood?"

"Part of it depends on donations from pilgrims, part of it is self-sufficient, and in the back mountains, we dig some mountain fields and grow some vegetables, which is basically enough for expenses."

"I see!" Meng Yan nodded. Wudingan is located in the deep mountains, if you only rely on the donations of the surrounding ordinary mountain people, I am afraid that it will not be shown, and the only way to take the principle of self-sufficiency.

Fortunately, they are happy and happy, they don't like luxury, but they can be calm and live a very comfortable life.

"I have a house here. I also have to bother the master to help catch it and fry it. Meng Yan said.

"Whatever you need, just ask!"

"Good!"

Meng Yan quickly wrote down a prescription and handed it to the nun.

"Your Excellency?"

"Is there a problem with Fangzi?"

"No, my lord, in your prescription, there is a lack of medicine in the medicine Zhai!" Nun explained.

"What's missing?"

"This flavor of chicken blood vine, we don't have it for the time being."

"Oh, that's okay. This smell is not the main drug, and if you remove it, the effect is not much worse. Meng Yan said.

"Then no problem, my lord!"

"Hurry up and fry the medicine and send it over!" Meng Yan commanded.

"Okay!"

Coming out of the medicine room, Meng Yan went to the makeshift operating room, where Zen Master Jinghui and the two nuns were waiting, and it seemed that they had discussed it.

"Zen Master Jinghui. Have you discussed it? ”

"Yes, the poor nun has consulted with the junior sisters. Please ask Master Meng to save Senior Sister Jingyi! "Zen Master Jinghui clasped his hands together.

"This official can't guarantee that he will be able to save Master Jingyi, Zen Master Jinghui, you and all the masters had better be mentally prepared for this."

"Poor nuns understand, please let Master Meng do it, life and death have their own destiny, Amitabha!"

"Good. This official will definitely do his best to cure Master Jingyi! Meng Yan nodded.

"Thank you!"

"To save time, I need two helpers, the bold and careful, the best!" Meng Yan demanded.

"Good. Meditation and Tranquility can be the assistants of Lord Meng! ”

"Okay, time is running out, I'll do blood type matching for all the masters first, and if the matching is successful, you can stand by outside, and when my subordinates bring the medicine box, they will operate immediately!" Meng Yan Road.

"Obey Lord Meng's arrangement!"

"In addition to the master in the temple, my people will also make a blood type match for backup!" Meng Yan commanded.

"Master Meng, can a man's blood also be used by a woman?"

"This is male and female, Zen Master Jinghui, you can rest assured!" Meng Yan explained with a smile.

"I see."

The preparation for disinfection before the operation was carried out in an orderly manner, but Jingyi's breath was already relatively weak, but it was still stable.

The blood from the knife stopped, adding time to her life.

"My lord, Yang Hong is back!"

"Quick, let him bring the medicine box in!" Meng Yan, who was already ready, hurriedly ordered.

The heavy medicine box was quickly carried into the makeshift operating room.

"Master Jingxin, according to the method I gave you, go to school first, remember, in the process of taking blood, you have to keep shaking, and everyone, you can't take too much, you can't go beyond this glass bottle!"

Jing Xin was nervous, but nodded anyway.

"Master Jingde, drink this Master Jingyi!"

This is Meng Yan's special anesthetic, sealed and preserved, although it cannot be compared with the shelf life of a few months or a year in later generations, but it is not a big problem to keep it for a month, so he usually prepares some and puts it in the medicine box in case of emergency.

These are all oral anesthetics, and the onset of anesthesia is relatively long, and the effect is also very poor, but something is better than nothing!

First, Jingyi hung Meng Yan's homemade saline, and when the blood bottle arrived, the operation was about to begin!

About half a pillar of incense time, the first blood vial was carried in Jingxin, looking at her sweaty appearance, she knew that this was a huge test for her, and it had never been before.

Hanging up the blood vial and adjusting the speed of blood dripping, Meng Yan began the operation.

In the case of war, it is impossible for you to wait until all the equipment is ready before you operate on the wounded, in that case, the wounded will already die, so a good field surgeon is a completely different concept from the surgeon in a big hospital!

You have to take risks, there is hope for risk, but if you don't take risks, there is only death, and you let a surgeon who sits comfortably in an air-conditioned room to work operate on a patient without any testing equipment, and he will not dare to kill him.

Because he didn't dare and couldn't afford it.

"Every minute, take your pulse and tell me directly!" Meng Yan ordered, without monitoring equipment, Chinese medicine can still take the pulse. Can Western medicine work?

"How much is a minute?" Meditation apparently doesn't quite understand this unit of time.

"It's just that you count sixty times in your heart at a constant speed, go and check Master Jingyi's pulse!" Meng Yan didn't bother to explain in detail.

"Oh!"

Reopened the wound, and a stream of dirty blood spurted out of it, but fortunately, there wasn't much of it.

The spleen was damaged, but fortunately, the wound was not large. It does not need to be completely removed, but a small part of the break must be cut off.

Of course, if it were not for the reason of traditional Chinese medicine's conceptual thinking, the development of surgical guidance would have stagnated or even regressed, and Western medicine and surgery would have no chance to come out at all.

This is the era. Traditional Chinese medicine is still the world's top medical technology, and Westerners have not yet formed their own medical system.

In the continuation and development of Chinese civilization, Chinese medicine has made indelible contributions, which cannot be erased.

Seeing Meng Yan digging around in Jing Yi's stomach with various knives in his hand, Rao is usual and bold Jing Xin didn't dare to step forward to take a look, which was a shock.

A piece of the broken spleen was cut out, and then the blood stain was cleaned up. Although the human body has the function of automatically cleaning up the garbage in the body, it is still for the injured person. This kind of functionality is to be greatly compromised.

If the blood is not cleaned up, it will also cause contamination and even failure of other organs, which is possible.

Once other organs fail, with the current means, it is really powerless. In the future generations, Jingyi's injury is nothing, but this is in the Ming Dynasty, even if there is Meng Yan, a rebel, the chance of her surviving is only one in 100. Or even less!

It took almost an hour to clean up the blood, and then the stitches were closed, and the operation was completed!

The second bottle of blood has already been hung up, and according to Meng Yan's calculated bleeding amount, as long as it is not a large-scale bleeding, another bottle will be almost the same.

"Okay, now it's up to her own life, whether she can survive the twelve hours depends on her willpower to survive!" Meng Yan was tired, and his eyes were glazed.

"Thank you for Jingyi!"

"No, the doctor's parents, the official is also a doctor, so you can't see death without saving it." Meng Yan took off his surgical gown and waved his hand weakly.

"Okay, you guys take care of Master Jingyi."

"Zen Master Jinghui!"

"Thank you Lord Meng for your help!"

"It's all because of me, and that's what I should do!" Meng Yan looked around at no one and said apologetically.

Jinghui was silent for a while, she had already liked the life of Buddhism, and she thought that she would continue like this until she died, but she still didn't expect that she couldn't escape the strife outside, this is fate, and no one can break free easily.

Buddhism pays attention to cause and effect, which is also the cause she planted before, and now she has to bear this result.

"Less ......"

"Since Zen Master Jinghui is already a monk, don't mention the previous qiē again." Meng Yan interrupted.

"Thank you, Lord Meng!"

"Once this matter is over, Wudingan will return to its previous peace!" Meng Yan Road.

"The cold jade bed is rare in the world, and it will be coveted by outsiders if it is placed here by the poor nun, take it away from the poor nun, it can be regarded as a gift from the poor nun to the donor!"

"It's okay, but the juniors are disrespectful!" Meng Yan didn't refuse, the cold jade bed was left in Wuding'an, which was indeed a safety hazard, just with Jinghui, these female nuns, such a strange treasure, it was a crime.

"Zen Master Jinghui, we will disturb tonight, and we will go down the mountain early tomorrow morning!" Meng Yan put his palms together and said.

"Poor nuns arrange a place for the donor!" Zen Master Jinghui nodded.

There are a lot of houses in Wuding'an, and Zen Master Jinghui arranged for Meng Yan and others to live in the West Courtyard, which was originally the residence of the penance bhikshunis who were placed as orders in the nunnery, but there were few female nuns in Wuding'an, so they were always empty.

"My lord, let's just arrest Xining, won't we?"

"Xining, do you think I'll let him return to the capital alive?" A hint of cold murder flashed in Meng Yan's eyes.

"Your Excellency wants to kill Xining?"

"This kind of person is kept, just like a poisonous snake, I don't know when it will come out and bite you, or it is better to get rid of it, but it can't be our hands." Meng Yan Road.

"Borrowing a knife to kill someone?" (To be continued......)