Cheng Chumo came back with a disgraced face, his honest face was full of resentment and sadness at this time, and the sergeants wanted to comfort him, but when they saw his red eyes, they retreated. Yun Ye stood by the pot where the potatoes were planted and took a small iron rake to loosen the soil for the potato seedlings, which seemed to him that he was not loosening the soil for the potatoes, but waiting for the full tank of copper coins, every time he loosened the soil, it was as if he heard the copper coins rattling, and he was deeply immersed in the beautiful fantasy. Five days ago, the potato seedlings finally drilled out of the ground, and the two tender leaves were on the tip of the buds, and the emerald green leaves proved that the plant was well nourished. After loosening the soil, he was about to wash his hands and enter the tent, but he saw Cheng Chumo standing in front of the tent, his eyes were full of pleading, dirt and blood stains were covered with armor, and his left arm was still faintly bleeding. Yun Ye was taken aback, stepped forward and grabbed his arm, the knife in his right hand had already opened the sleeve of his shirt, and a two-inch-long hole was gurgling blood. Hurriedly ran into the big tent, took out the first aid kit, and asked Cheng Chu to sit down silently, ready to treat his wounds. Cheng Chumo stopped Yun Ye, and opened his mouth for a long time to squeeze out a few words: "I'm fine, save my brother." After speaking, he dragged Yun Ye to the front camp and left.

Cheng Chumo's brother was very miserable, with nine knives in his body, all of them were good men who had rolled on the battlefield several times, and he deliberately avoided the key point when he was hit by the knife, otherwise he would have died early, so he also lost too much blood, and the person fell into a coma. Yun Ye didn't understand, it was just that he had lost too much blood, after replenishing the blood, as long as there were no complications, he would be a lively hero in a month or two, how could he not be saved? Besides, I still have anti-inflammatory drugs in my hand, because I went to the rocky area to save people, I carried a lot of messy medicines, and I didn't even let me bring more food for the bastard of this captain, otherwise I wouldn't have run so far for water, so I couldn't even go home when I ran to the Tang Dynasty all at once. I had an idea in my heart, so I didn't panic, I pressed Cheng Chumo on the stool, took out the suture needle and soaked it in alcohol to disinfect, and cleaned his wound with tweezers and a cotton wool, Cheng Chumo didn't respond to the stimulation of alcohol, and couldn't help but say to himself: "He was the knife for me, these knives should have been suffered by me, but I was useless." Yun Ye ignored him, and when he saw that the wound had been cleaned, he put on the flesh thread and stitched up the wound for him. Cheng Chumo is hurting himself and feeling sorry for himself, as if meat is not his own. The doctor next to him was taken aback, and saw a teenager sewing a wound with a needle. He was about to stop him, but he saw the young man waving at him and approached him. The young man said, "Look, the next time there is such a wound, after cleaning, sew it up with a needle like this, it is conducive to the wound to close, remember, the thread is a sheep intestine, that is, the sheep's casing is cut off, dried and soaked in spirits, and then it can be used." After saying that, the work on his hands was finished, he took out Yunnan Baiyao, sprinkled it on the wound, wrapped it in a bandage, and did it with great skill. The doctor was a little tempted to believe that the boy was a healer.

Cheng Chumo seemed to be alive at this time, and he unconsciously pulled Yun Ye over just now, just wanting to find someone close to him to comfort him and bear the pain for himself, which was completely subconscious. Then? Yun Ye was extremely skilled in treating his wounds, and it was a method he had never seen before, which gave him hope again.

"Ah Ye, save my brother, save my brother, you must have a way, you must have a way, right?"

"Of course I have a way, no accident, your brother can't die, and two months later, he will be a hero again."

The medric's eyes widened, if not just now? Yun Ye dealt with the wound in an orderly manner, he had already scolded, he had never seen such a doctor, the injured person had lost too much blood all over his body, at this time, he was angry, and he couldn't die if he couldn't catch it in one breath, and he couldn't die anymore, and he also said crazy words, promising to save the injured, and he was a good man, and he was lucky to survive and just take a breath in bed. Let's listen to how he treats, anyway, in his own opinion, nine out of ten of the injured are dead, so let him toss. …,

"Will my brother be okay?" Cheng Chumo thought that he had misheard, and hurriedly asked.

"When did I lie to you, saying that he couldn't die, he couldn't die, get out of the way, don't stand in my way to save people." Hearing this, Cheng Chu snorted silently and ran behind Yun Ye, his eyes unblinking, ready to see how Yun Ye saved people. Yun Ye took out his mobile phone to turn on the lighting function, so that the light spots shone on the pupils of the injured person, and the pupils still contracted and changed, and sighed in his heart; This guy has such a strong vitality.

"I'm going to use blood, human blood, and your blood to save this guy now, who wants to give it?" The surroundings fell silent all of a sudden, everyone looked at each other, hesitated for a while, Cheng Chumo gritted his teeth and took a step: "Ah Ye, use mine, anyway, my life will be saved by three stops, so I should give him back his life." Yun Ye's eyes showed irrepressible appreciation, and he couldn't help but cheer silently for Cheng Chu; Good man". Just as he was about to explain that blood transfusions can't kill people. But when he saw a big hand, he twitched on the back of Cheng Chumo's neck: "Lao Tzu is not dead yet, when will it be your turn, Yun boy, do you have to get your own blood, or is it human blood?" No one noticed that Lao Cheng was standing at the door at some point, covered in battle armor, and the horizontal knife in his palm was stained with blood, it seemed that he had just finished killing someone, and the murderous aura forced Yun Ye to almost dare not look directly.

"Uncle, as long as the human blood type is appropriate, it's no problem."

"Then you see if these guys can make it?" Lao Cheng pointed with a horizontal knife at the seven or eight Qiang people outside the door who were tied up with ropes.

"I'll wait until my little nephew has tested his blood type." Yun Ye took out two pieces of glass and a pale yellow test strip with five small grids on it, divided into five colors, put these two things in the tray, pierced the middle finger of the injured person with a toothpick, squeezed out the blood, smeared it in the five small cells of the yellow test paper, squeezed out a drop of blood, smeared it on the glass, changed a toothpick and pricked it on his middle finger, took a drop of blood and fused it with the blood of the injured person, closed the two pieces of glass, slid it gently, observed carefully, and after a while, there was a result, the injured person was different from himself, and then looked at the test paper, only the blue blood type A square changed color, Everything else remains the same. After determining the blood type of the injured, Yun Ye came to the Qiang people, the Qiang people couldn't understand what they were saying, and intuitively felt that it was not a good thing, and their bodies shrank back desperately. Several big men grabbed their hands and handed them to Yun Ye, at this time, Yun Ye felt that he looked very much like the Japanese, and after collecting blood from their hands one by one, he found that two of them had the same blood type as the injured person. He ordered the guards to wash the two guys' arms, which were all greasy, and he didn't want the wounded to die of a bacterial infection. The blindfolded Qiang people struggled desperately, but with the efforts of the guards, they still let Yun Ye pierce the needle of the rubber tube into the blood vessels, watching some blackened blood slowly flow into the body of the injured, the breath of the injured became longer and longer, and his lips began to have a touch of blood, and the doctor touched the wounded's veins, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and his mouth opened wider and wider. And everyone in the big tent except for Lao Cheng's father and son showed joy on their faces, and the eyes of the others looked at Yun Ye more and more in awe.

Zhuang San stopped coming back to life, but the wound that had just stopped bleeding began to bleed again. Yun Ye took tweezers and cleaned the cotton wool carefully, he didn't want to leave the sequelae that he had been saved with great difficulty. The military doctor has completely become his assistant, and one person takes a needle to sew up the wound. Although his hands trembled badly, he persevered in the twists and twists of a deep needle and a shallow stitch. Anyway, Zhuang San stopped and didn't rely on the dough to eat rice, and he didn't care about the quality of the sewing. The Qiang people died, not by blood transfusion, but by being scared to death. No one had the slightest doubt about the death of the Qiang people, and even the good-natured military doctors only complained that the Qiang people's feces and urine had soiled the tent, as if the Qiang people's lives were not worth even a tent. Yun Ye didn't use white medicine this time, after all, he brought too little, Zhuang Sanzhu's wound was too big, too much medicine was used two or three times and it was gone, the military doctor applied the golden medicine to his wound, picked up the golden medicine and smelled it, quicklime, damn, it turned out to be quicklime, mixed with some messy medicinal materials. Yun Ye didn't understand, what medicinal herbs still had a curative effect after reacting with quicklime? In Yun Ye's image, quicklime is either used to brush houses, or to brush fruit trees to prevent insects, but I didn't expect it to be used to brush wounds. I couldn't help but blush a little for my stinginess. Take out a plate of cephalosporin, hand it to Cheng Chumo, and order two pills at a time, three times a day, as for whether Zhuang Sanzhu can survive the inflammation of the wound, it depends on the creation.

Lao Cheng's eyes were bright, and without waiting for Yun Ye to ask what was going on, he grabbed him, put it under his arm, turned his head and left, and as he walked, he ordered his own soldiers to take all the things that Yun Ye had cured to the handsome account. Cheng Chumo thought about it and followed his father to the handsome tent.

"You can borrow your life?" Lao Cheng's eyes were firmly fixed on Yun Ye, and he almost touched his face. Yun Ye turned his head with difficulty, he was very unaccustomed to talking to people like this.

"No," Lao Cheng's question was too mysterious, and he had to deny it immediately, otherwise it would be a big trouble for him to borrow his life again in another way.

"Why did you take a small tube and draw blood into the body of the three stops, the three stops were alive and the Qiang people died? Isn't this a borrowed life?" Cheng Chumo's eyes were filled with the raging flames of gossip.