"Girl, look ......," cried Calamus suddenly, pointing into the distance.

Xia Jin and Liang Wenyu looked up, and their faces changed suddenly. I saw a man in the distance riding a horse running towards this side. With a helmet on his head, he couldn't see his face clearly, only the armor he was wearing was stained red with blood. He seemed to be holding a man in his hands. I don't know if the blood was his, or the man in his arms.

"Prepare for surgery." Xia Jin said urgently.

Everyone immediately moved.

After this battle, Calamus and Mint are already very experienced nurses, and they do all the preparation before the operation.

When Mint finished what she was doing, she ran out. She was going to call the guards and stand guard outside the tent. It's not that they're afraid of being attacked, but it's useful.

Calamus spread the sterilized cotton cloth on the wooden bed where the operating table was made, laid out the scalpels that were about to be used, took the sterilized gown and was about to cover Xia Jin, when he saw that Xia Jin's hands that had been soaked in the disinfectant seemed to tremble, and his eyes were staring at the outside.

Calamus looked at her in surprise.

Xia Jin is an extremely calm Langzhong, no matter what kind of wounded and sick he is facing, even if that person is so painful that even an old man like Liang Wenyu can't bear to look at him directly, Xia Jin's face has no expression, and he can do whatever he should do.

But now, her hands that don't tremble when they hold a knife to open their intestines and stomach are shaking at this time, why is this?

Calamus followed her gaze and saw that the man had come close on horseback. Seeing the appearance of the person under the helmet clearly, Calamus couldn't help but chuckle in her heart: The one riding on the horse turned out to be Su Muxian!

The horses were like arrows, and soon ran to the tent. Su Muxian turned over and dismounted, and ran in quickly. put the person in his hand on the operating table, and shouted: "It's Luo Qian, hurry." ”

"Luo Qian?" Everyone was taken aback, and when they looked at it, the person lying on the operating table, his face was so pale that there was no blood, who else could it be if it was not Luo Qian?

Xia Jin had calmed down at this time. Hurry forward. After taking a look at the injuries on Luo Qian's body, he saw that he was slashed in the leg with a big knife, probably injuring the major arteries. The blood still kept pouring down his legs.

"Hemostats." Xia Jin stretched out his hand to the calamus.

Calamus hurriedly handed her the hemostat.

It took several hemostats in a row to stop the bleeding on Luo Qian's legs.

"Liang Langzhong, take off his clothes and see where there are still injuries on his body." Xia Jin commanded.

At this time, Luo Qian was still wearing heavy armor. Inconvenient to heal.

Liang Wenyu hurriedly stepped forward and took off the armor on Luo Qian's body with Jia Zhaoming. After checking the injuries on his body, he said, "No, only one on the thigh." ”

Xia Jin had already given Luo Qian a hemostatic medicine at this time and took a handful of pulses.

In this ancient world. The conditions are simple, and there is no instrument to measure blood pressure and heartbeat. Fortunately, Xia Jin has a good pulse with one hand, two fingers and one pair. She basically knows what the situation of the injured is.

Take your hand back. Her face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Xia Jin's expression, Su Muxian's heart sank, and he couldn't speak.

This is Luo Qian, not someone else. Although Xia Jin did not choose to marry Luo Qian, Su Muxian knew that Luo Qian was always different from others in Xia Jin's mind. Luo Qian stretched out his hand and gave her a lot of help when Xia Jin was in the most difficult time. Although they couldn't be together because of his mother, because of a mistake, just taking the fact that Luo Qian could come to the border for Xia Jin, he had enough weight in Xia Jin's mind. At the beginning, she had obviously decided not to marry him, but because he came to the border, she refused to talk about family affairs. If Luo Qian dies like this......

Su Muxian's heart cooled down a little.

He really didn't dare to think about the consequences of Luo Qian's death. Maybe Xia Jin is still married to him, but there is a corner in her heart that will always leave a piece for Luo Qian.

"Blood transfusion." Xia Jin calmly spat out a few words from his mouth. But Calamus noticed that her voice seemed to tremble.

Calamus's heart sank to the bottom.

Like Su Muxian, she also knew what it meant for Luo Qian to die.

Blood transfusion, these two words are not unfamiliar to several people in the tent. When Xia Jin was in the capital, he extracted the serum, which was able to do blood group identification. There was a wounded person in front who also lost too much blood and needed a blood transfusion, so Xia Jin brought in the people from the escort team, and after checking the blood type, he used a syringe to draw a few tubes of blood and transfuse it. But the man died.

Dead, dead......

Everyone looked at Luo Qian, whose face was like gold paper, and their hearts were very heavy.

Because there was basically no understanding of blood transfusion in ancient times, seeing Xia Jin draw blood out of his body, that kind of fear made them very afraid. And the blood of the soldiers who are going to the battlefield cannot be drawn, and they are not here. The only ones who could draw blood were the guards. Drawing too much blood is also a disservice to their body. So as a last resort, Xia Jin didn't use this trick. The last time I only had one blood transfusion, it made everyone see death.

Even though their hearts sank to the bottom, the calamus and mint moved. The two assisted Xia Jin to take Luo Qian's blood sample and conduct a blood group test, where Xia Jin had pierced Luo Qian with a silver needle in an attempt to activate his physiological functions.

"Blood type B." Calamus shouted over there.

The ancients had never seen the English alphabet, and they didn't know what was going on with type A, type B, type O. Therefore, Xia Jin localized it and directly replaced it with "A, B, C". Luo Qian's "Type B" is the modern "Type B".

When Su Muxian heard this, he was overjoyed, and stretched out his arm: "I am blood type B, draw me." ”

He had beaten Xia Jin in the medical treatment office for a few days, and he was also there when he gave the wounded a blood transfusion last time, and he had his blood type tested with the other guards. But last time, the wounded man was type C, which is type O, and he was not bloodied.

There was also one of the guards who was also Type B. A very sturdy young man, usually heroic, but when he was called in from outside by Mint at this time, he actually had a timid smell, and he hid behind Jia Zhaoming and didn't dare to step forward.

Luo Qian's blood pressure is very low, so low that he can hardly get a pulse, and this is not the time to consider the gains and losses at all. The only thought in Xia Jin's mind was to save Luo Qian. Whoever matches the blood type, she has to draw it.

She picked up the syringe, detoxified Su Muxian's arm, and pricked it with a needle. Slowly pulled out a tube of blood and transfused it directly into Luo Qian's veins.

"Again." Su Muxian shouted again.

Seeing him like this, the other guards immediately admired him very much. The last time they were pumped a tube of blood, they felt a lot weaker, and at this time they had palpitations and didn't want to be drawn anymore - of course, psychological factors accounted for the majority.

Xia Jin glanced at him. A new syringe was removed. He stabbed it down and drew another tube of blood from him.

"I feel fine, let's do it again." Seeing Xia Jin take the needle from Luo Qian's hand. Su Muxian stretched out his arm in front of her again.

"Master Su, by all means." Liang Wenyu stopped him.

Luo Qian is just the son of a local prefect, and he didn't have an official position before, but just a person. Even if he is now in the army, it is not an important position. But Su Muxian is different. He is a royal guard, and he also has a knighthood, and he is deeply loved by the emperor and the queen mother. Cooler and simpler, it doesn't matter if you die a Luo Qian. But Su Muxian died, and the anger of the emperor and the queen mother was not something that Xia Jin and his Liang Wenyu could afford.

Even if Liang asks the heart of the parents of the doctor. Don't think about your own interests, only come from the perspective of a doctor. Saving a wounded person who didn't know if he could survive or not, and hurting the life of the able-bodied Su Muxian, was also worth the loss.

Xia Jin naturally knew that the amount of blood drawn was less than 400 milliliters, which would not have much impact on the body; Pumping 800 ml is also within the allowable range; More than 1,500 milliliters will be life-threatening. At this time, two tubes of blood were drawn, about more than 300 milliliters; If one more tube of blood is drawn, Su Muxian will not have a problem.

However, after the blood is drawn, you need to rest and eat nutritious things. The border conditions are limited, and it is difficult to maintain a good identity all at once. Su Muxian has to go to the battlefield again, so if he can draw less blood, he will naturally draw as little as possible.

She didn't speak, just glanced at Su Muxian quietly, and then beckoned to another type B blood guard, asking him to come and draw blood.

"Pump mine." Su Muxian stopped in front of her.

"Su Houye...... "Not only did Liang Wenyu stop him, but Jia Zhaoming also opened his mouth to persuade him.

But he only said three words, and was interrupted by Su Muxian. Su Muxian stared at Xia Jin's eyes and said stubbornly: "I heard you say last time, as long as you don't smoke a lot, you won't die." I know my own body, I just smoked two tubes, I don't feel any discomfort, I can take another tube. ”

Xia Jin looked at him, nodded, then lowered his head, and drew another tube of blood from Su Muxian's body and injected it into Luo Qian.

Seeing that Su Muxian was not uncomfortable except for his pale, the blood type B guard also walked over boldly and stretched out his arm in front of Xia Jin.

Xia Jin was not polite, and he pumped two pipes on him before giving up.

She put down the syringe and reached out to take Luo Qian's pulse. Then, without hesitation, pick up a clean syringe and stick it into your vein.

"Girl......"

"Natsujin ......"

"Xia Langzhong, what are you doing?"

Everyone shouted in unison.

Xia Jin turned a deaf ear and slowly pulled out a tube of blood from his body.

"Girl, didn't you say that blood of different blood types can't be injected indiscriminately? Otherwise it will kill people. Calamus said urgently.

"I'm type C, a universal blood transfusion." Xia Jin injected the tube of blood into Luo Qian's body, and as he spoke, he drew another tube of blood on himself.

Ruan Zhen looked moved and stretched out his arm: "I'm Type C, pump me." "He was pumped twice last time, and he feels a little weak in the past few days, and he doesn't want to be pumped again. can see that Xia Jin, such a little girl, has two tubes of blood, and he can't sit still as a big man.

Xia Jin nodded at him gratefully and said, "Losing these should be about the same." Yours don't need it for the time being. ”

As she spoke, she stretched out her finger and pressed it on Luo Qian's wrist.

"How?" Seeing that she withdrew her hand, everyone was busy asking.

Xia Jin didn't answer, twisted the silver needle that was tied to Luo Qian's body, and after a while, took the pulse again, this time, a smile appeared on her face: "There are signs of improvement." ”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The blood vessels in Luo Qian's legs have stopped bleeding, and now he has taken hemostatic medicine, and he has transfused so much blood into it, he is a sturdy young man, with strong vitality, and he was stimulated by Xia Jin's silver needle, and the situation is getting better and better, after a cup of tea, Xia Jin took another pulse and announced: "He's fine." ”

Everyone cheered.

Xia Jin raised his eyes, glanced at Su Muxian softly, took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, and handed it to him: "Three times a day, one grain at a time." Don't go to the battlefield to fight people for ten days. "What she can put on her body is a precious life-saving medicine.

Xia Jin has always been cold, and at this time he rarely showed tenderness. Because it is rare, it is touching. Just this glance, Su Muxian's heart was like being brushed with a feather, and it was very comfortable.

He tightly held the small porcelain vase that still had body temperature, and tried his best to suppress the surging emotions in his heart. At this time, there were many people, and he didn't want Xia Jin to be gossiped.

"yes, I see." He said simply, looked at her deeply, and resolutely turned away.

He is a soldier before the battle, and he can't leave the team for too long, so he needs to return to the front line to be on standby.

"I'll go with him." Ruan Zhen said and hurriedly chased after Su Muxian.

Su Muxian had just drawn so much blood, and his body was weak. If you encounter an enemy soldier on the road, you will not be able to do it, and it will be better to have him to escort you; And he also had to report to Cen Yi about Su Muxian's current physical condition.

Luo Qian stayed in the tent to recuperate, and at night, he slowly opened his eyes and woke up.

Seeing the unforgettable and beautiful face that greeted his eyelids, Luo Qian only felt like he was in a dream, he opened his mouth slightly, and gently spit out two words: "Xia Jin......"

Xia Jin smiled at him, put the slightly icy fingers on his wrists, just like back then, he was terminally ill, lying quietly on the bed waiting for death. She disguised herself as a teenager and floated to him, telling him, "I can cure your disease." ”

Recalling the past, remembering that I could never join hands with her, I saw her smile and a tear slipped from the corner of Luo Qian's eyes.

Seeing this tear, Xia Jin's long eyelashes fanned and drooped. Then, as if not lightly, the cool, slender finger swept past his face and wiped away the tears.

"Rest, you've just picked up a life." She spoke, her voice soft. But the eyes that looked at him were as calm as a lake, without any emotion.

Luo Qian stared at her for a long time, and closed his eyes heavily.

With his eyes closed, he bowed his head lightly and responded, "Okay." ”

"Girl, I'll take care of Master Luo, you go to eat, you're tired for a day, and you can rest for a while." Calamus came over and said to Xia Jin.

"Okay." Xia Jin stood up and admonished, "What's the matter, call me." Then he turned and left.

That night, Luo Qian took medicine and slept for a while, and the next day his body had recovered a lot. When Xia Jin went again, he looked at her gaze, very serene and calm, like the sky after the rain, clear and translucent, and the sky was blue.

"Thank you." He said.

She knew that he already knew about Su Muxian and her blood transfusion for him. (To be continued)