With the shouts, the four strong men rushed in with a blood-covered man on the door panel. The man was pressed tightly on the door panel and screamed and scolded.

Stop bleeding, disinfect, clean the wound...

He was originally an expert in dealing with trauma, and he had learned advanced hemostatic and disinfection methods. Without Zhen Shiniang's instructions, he automatically prepared these things with him.

The house was suddenly in chaos.

"...Hurry, take the tourniquet." Just as he learned to use the tourniquet, he shouted loudly. He turned around and saw Zhen Shiniang nodding in admiration. The voice became louder in an instant.

"...I don't need you to save me!" As soon as I was released, Feng Shisan pushed away Zhang Biao, who had taken the tourniquet and rushed over to stop the bleeding, "Let me die! Let me die!" As he said that, he didn't know where the strength came from, so he jumped up and knocked his head towards the bed post.

The strong man who had previously held him tightly hugged his waist, "...Brother Feng, calm down. It's nothing if one hand is gone. Brother Zhao will live without half of his legs!"

"...What's the point of living without hands?" Feng Shisan suddenly stopped and turned around and looked at the strong man who was hugging him tightly. "It's a good brother. Wang Yong, please give me some fun. I will still be a good man in twenty years!" A hoarse voice with a bold man who was ready to die. He laughed at everyone, and his hideous face suddenly turned ghostly.

All the sounds in the medical tent were immediately gone.

The few people who carried him in glanced at him.

Wang Yong slowly let go of his hand.

Lu Jun’s third disciple Dong Xian brought out a plate of surgical instruments.

He stared at Dong Xian who was approaching step by step, and suddenly, Feng Shisan pushed Wang Yong away, stretched out his broken hand and snatched the scalpel in Dong Xian's plate.

"Be careful!" ** shouted, and the man was stunned.

Frightened by Feng Shisan's ferocious expression, the tray in Dong Xian's hand almost fell to the ground. He subconsciously retreated and was tripped by the chair. The tray in his hand flew out instantly. The moment he fell, he saw a bright scalpel shooting from his face. Dong Xian's mother closed her eyes.

After a long time, there was no pain. Dong Xian quietly opened his eyes. Feng Shisan was hit by Zhen Shiniang's guard and fainted after his head was fainted. He was taken to the sick with someone.

The scalpel that had just rolled in the air was also held in the hand by the guards.

"Amitabha..." Dong Xian said silently, "... Fortunately, Master." Because he was not here, Shen Zhongqing specially arranged two first-class masters by Zhen Shiniang and protected her at all times.

"This knife..." The guard looked at the small and exquisite scalpel in his hand curiously. Someone else had shaped the Yanyue Sword into such a small one. How could he fight with someone?

"...It's all boiled again." Zhen Shiniang took the scalpel and handed it to Dong Xian who had just gotten up, and pointed to other instruments on the ground and ordered.

Dong Xian started moving quickly.

"***, this is also called a man!" After putting Feng Shisan down, he kicked him hard. "But one broken hand, he was like a woman. I have seen both arms missing, and I also drank big pieces of meat in big mouthfuls!" As a soldier, everyone looked down on such a man with no urination, and had no blood at all. "If you don't want to bandage it, carry it out. Don't lie here and get an annoyance!"

"... Everyone misunderstood." Wang Yong explained embarrassedly, "Brother Feng rarely appears in front of others. You have never seen him. Before being recruited by the general, Brother Feng was a famous six-fingered thief in the world. His magical skills were superb, and no one could see them, and no ghost could follow him." His eyes swept over everyone one by one, "When he attacked Nanyue, he stole the border defense and military deployment of Nanyue from the heavily guarded tent of Nanyue Kingdom..." Looking back at Feng Shisan, who was sleeping, "his unique skills were all on this right hand with six fingers..." Shaking his head, the man didn't say anything.

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She could save the dead, but she said she could take it, so she would definitely be able to do it!

When he came to his senses, Wang Yong knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to Zhen Shiniang, "You are the living Bodhisattva who saves the suffering. If you can hold Brother Feng's hand up, the younger one will definitely erect a monument to you..." He was so excited that he was a little incoherent.

Even if she only has two years of life, she doesn't need to curse like this, right?

It’s better to put up a monument and write a biography after she dies!

Zhen Shiniang rolled her eyes in her heart, "If you kneel down like this, it will take the best time to stitch it. Don't blame me if you can't take your brother Feng's hand." Her voice was cold, and Zhen Shiniang turned around and placed the glass bottle on the table.

When Wang Yong was shocked, he suddenly jumped up, picked up the glass bottle and ran out.

In an instant, the seven or eight people who sent Feng Shisan in disappeared completely.

"Master... do you really want to connect his hand?" Lu Jun even held his breath when he looked at Zhen Shiniang intently.

"I have read it in a book, but I forgot the title of the book." While watching ** bring someone to clean Feng Shisan's wounds, Zhen Shiniang said vaguely, "If your hands and feet are broken, you can be connected within three to four hours." Under modern frozen conditions, the broken limbs will last longer, but this is ancient times. Those are useless, Zhen Shiniang simply skipped it. She looked at Mr. Lu, "...Early after the earthworms are cut off, they can be used. Believe me, human life is really magical, and if your hands are broken, you can be connected." He joked, "I originally planned to talk about cardiopulmonary resuscitation and tell you about broken limb replantation. Just right, everyone will watch it carefully today and take it as a live study."

"Can you really connect?"

Lu Jun blinked, then blinked again.

How is this possible?

He advised without giving up, "I suddenly lost a hand, and Feng Shisan just couldn't accept it for the time being, so he would cry. It would be fine after a long time. Master doesn't have to do this." He said, "When Zhao Honggang woke up, he cried and made a fuss. Now he was reunited with his wife's family, and the general arranged a civil service for him. He was glad that he saved his life. When he saw you, he kowtowed and bowed, and was grateful to him?"

Even if I beat Lu Jun to death, I didn't believe it.

This is ridiculous!

Medical skills need to be proved and tempered by a lot of clinical practice, especially for this treatment of trauma. How can we do it by relying solely on a record of no source?

This was not an amputation surgery a month ago. At that time, Zhao Hong was no longer able to help, but he was just a dead horse. Feng Shisan just broke his hand and ligated the blood vessel in time and became a strong man again, but once he was dragged down by the burden of randomly connecting...

Lu Jun shook his head.
Chapter completed!