Looking at the strong man carried in by the soldiers, Yang Fan frowned.
This man was tall and tall, lying on the stretcher with his head drooped, and there were five arrow clusters stuck in his back.
The blood had soaked through the clothes, and the originally gray underwear had turned dark red. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.
You can tell by the weak breathing that this person is in danger.
Han Wei looked at Zeng Pu and said, "Hurry up and call the doctor who is good at suturing to treat General Niu's injury."
Zeng Pu suddenly became depressed!
After doing this for a long time, the admiral still didn’t know that the one who knew the art of meeting was none other than Marquis Zhongyi!
Then I thought about it and realized that I didn't seem to say who could cure it, so I was relieved!
But before Zeng Pu could reply, Yang Fan was shocked: "This is General Niu? How could he be so seriously injured?"
Indeed, Niu Jinda was lying on his stomach at this time, with blood all over his body and his face could not be seen clearly.
Besides, Yang Fan had only seen Niu Jinda once, so it was understandable that he didn't recognize him at first.
Han Wei smiled bitterly and said: "General Niu was injured while trying to save my governor. Please call the doctor out as soon as possible."
Yang Fan said seriously: "This is the doctor the governor is looking for..."
Han Wei's eyes widened and he looked at Yang Fan and asked in surprise: "Did Marquis Zhongyi come up with the Fenghe technique?"
Wang Xu was also full of disbelief!
In his opinion, how could Yang Fan know such medical skills at such a young age.
However, he didn't dare to question it, after all, Yang Fan was not something he could afford to offend.
The old man glanced at Yang Fan. Although he was a little surprised, he didn't take it seriously.
As people live longer, they see more things, and their anger is not so strong. Instead, they yearn to see Yang Fan show off his skills.
Yang Fan nodded: "I only know how to suture... But looking at General Niu's injury, it is not optimistic. It cannot be solved by chance. This injury should not have been formed today. Why didn't you apply medicine earlier?"
Wang Xu blushed and quickly explained: "For the sake of safety, we have been studying plans..."
"It's simply a quack. If you don't take out the arrow cluster first, do you want General Niu to bleed to death?" Yang Fan said angrily.
It's simply murder. If the arrow cluster is taken out as soon as possible, there is still a chance of survival.
Although Wang Xu was so angry that his face turned red and his neck was thick, he did not dare to refute, secretly wanting to see Yang Fan's joke.
In his opinion, Niu Jinda's injury meant that he had a narrow escape from death, which was why Wang Xu did not dare to treat him.
Now Niu Jinda has endured a whole day and a night. Not only did he lose too much blood, but his injuries are even more serious. He is basically unable to save himself, unless he really has the power of a god.
Of course, Yang Fan could also see that Niu Jinda was not suitable for surgery at this time, but it was impossible not to do it, so he could only treat it like a dead horse.
If Sun Simiao, a surgical expert, was here, he could redeem some medicines from the system, and there might be a glimmer of hope.
Nowadays, Yang Fan is only half-assed, and it is impossible to quickly remove the arrow cluster from Niu Jinda's back and stop the bleeding and suture it.
But how could Yang Fan watch Niu Jinda die?
Such a brave and fearless general charges on the battlefield and looks forward to death. If it is really unfortunate... it would be such a pity!
I quickly thought of countermeasures in my mind.
By the way, I can only do blood transfusion and surgery at the same time.
It’s a pity that we don’t know Niu Jinda’s blood type!
Yang Fan sighed secretly. It seemed that he could only exchange some O-type blood for transfusion. As universal blood, it should be possible!
But who will do the surgery? This makes Yang Fan a little confused!
Han Wei couldn't wait any longer and asked eagerly: "Please Lord Zhongyi come to the rescue quickly."
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"Captain, please be patient. General Niu lost too much blood and needed a blood transfusion before he could perform the operation. Unfortunately, we lack a doctor who is familiar with surgery." Yang Fan explained with a grimace.
Wang Xu held his tongue and muttered disdainfully: "I thought he was so awesome, but he couldn't be saved."
Looking at this sarcastic doctor, Yang Fan really wanted to knock him down with a punch if he didn't have something serious to do.
However, the old doctor didn't make so many twists and turns. He cupped his hands and said, "I'm an old man but I have some knowledge in surgery. If the Marquis can trust me, I'm willing to help. I just don't know what the wonderful art of blood transfusion is that the Marquis said."
The old doctor was very famous in the Songzhou area, and was highly respected for his superb medical skills. He had competed with Sun Simiao on medical skills, and he was considered to be very good at it.
Now, Yang Fan was shocked by all the new medical terms. He really wanted to see what other methods the young man in front of him had.
What's more important is that the old doctor also wants to take the opportunity to learn the art of meeting.
When Yang Fan gave a rough explanation of the blood transfusion, the old doctor was shocked: "Is the Marquis going to perform a life-changing technique?"
Of course, blood transfusion is not a life-changing technique, but Yang Fan did not explain it verbally, so it was good for them to be in awe.
After all, there were no instruments for detecting blood types in ancient times. If blood was transfused indiscriminately, problems could easily occur.
With the help of the old doctor, the operation went smoothly. After taking out the arrow cluster, Yang Fan began to suture.
The old doctor leaned over to watch carefully, obviously becoming interested in suturing.
Seeing that the wound was held together by thin lines, only a centipede-like curved scar was visible, which made the old doctor secretly marvel:
"Sewing like this seems very simple. It's really no different from sewing clothes. Marquis Zhongyi's technique is indeed exquisite. How many days will it take for this wound to heal?"
Yang Fan put down the needle and thread in his hand: "People's physiques are different, usually three to five days, more than half a month..."
"It only takes three or five days for the wound to heal?" The old doctor almost stared at him.
Yang Fan did not keep it secret, but handed the needle and thread to the old doctor and explained the steps in detail.
After the marriage between the old man and his wife was completed, he couldn't help but praise: "Master Hou is really a medical genius, and this marriage technique is simply a wonderful medical skill..."
After sighing, he turned to Yang Fan and bowed deeply: "I admire Marquis Zhongyi for his superb medical skills. I apologize for the slight I just expressed."
The old doctor was very honest and knowledgeable, and he knew that this suturing method could save many seriously injured people from death.
Yang Fan shook his head and said, "I just picked up the wisdom of others and learned it from others. I really don't dare to take credit."
"Oh, who came up with that?" the old doctor asked.
This suturing method is the first of its kind in medicine. No one before has thought of it, and the medical skills are truly remarkable.
Yang Fan smiled slightly: "Sun Simiao...and Taoist Master Sun is organizing a medical school in Chang'an. If you can always go there, your medical skills will definitely improve."
Seeing that the old doctor was good at Chinese medicine, Yang Fan started to think wrongly. Who could have too many talents?
"Oh? That old doctor opened a medical school in Chang'an? I must go and see it if I have the chance." The old doctor looked surprised, but then he became relieved.
In his opinion, only Sun Laodao could come up with such a wonderful technique.
Wang Xiaojie, who was standing aside, laughed. His young master was too... the old man obviously couldn't escape from the young master's palm.
Thinking that Daochang Sun had taken the blame for his son so many times, it wouldn't hurt to do it one more time.
I wonder how the old doctor will feel when he finds out the truth?
Resentment? Gratitude?
However, the old doctor who had learned suturing skills was in a good mood and did not think so much.
Wang Xuhui, who wanted to see a joke, also left the wounded barracks.