"Old Eight...Old Eight... Come out quickly, come out quickly...!"

Zhao Qing rushed into Zhangjia Village with the injured boy on his back and shouted Lao Ba all the way... Lao Ba called Chen Dong. In Zhangjia Village, Chen Dong's medical skills are the best.

"What's wrong...?"

When he heard his fourth brother calling him, the eighth old Chen Dong got out of his home. However, when Chen Dong saw the boy on Zhao Qing's back, Chen Dong immediately became serious.

"Come into my room quickly..."

After saying that, Chen Dong ran into his room first and cleaned a bamboo mat for the boy to hang out.

Then Zhao Qing carried the boy into the room and put it on the bamboo mat. At this time, Chen Dong immediately checked the boy's whole body. It would be fine if he didn't check it. After checking, Chen Dong's face changed drastically: "Arrow wounds, knife wounds... Among them, the back wounds are the most fatal.

Ninety percent will die...!"

"Uh..." After Chen Dong said that, Zhao Qing on the side immediately said in panic: "You think of a solution, the boss doesn't want this young man to die..."

"Do you think I am a god? I am a superficial doctor. My father was a doctor before. I have been influenced by it. The boy you carry back now has suffered such severe injuries. How can you save me?"

Looking at Zhao Qing, Chen Dong continued speechlessly: "The wound on his back is four inches and cannot heal at all. This way, the blood cannot be stopped at all, and the blood will continue to flow. Just like this, the gods cannot save them."

However, as soon as Chen Dong finished speaking, a voice sounded: "Seave the wound together, so that the bleeding can stop the continued flow."

"Clam..." Chen Dong was surprised, looked up and found Ang Lee standing at the door and looking inside.

"Young Master..." Chen Dong looked at Ang Lee with some magicality and said, "What do you mean by stitching?"

Ang Lee walked into the room and looked at the boy on the bamboo mat. At this time, a four-inch-long wound behind the boy was turned outward and turned white. However, even so, blood still oozed out of the wound. If this continues, the boy will definitely die.

At this time, Ang Lee turned around and looked at Chen Dong on the side and said, "It is to use thread to penetrate the needle, and then sew the wound like sewing clothes. As long as the wound is sewn, the blood will not flow again."

"Hiss..." Chen Dong took a breath of air conditioning and looked at Ang Lee with an incredible look on his face and asked in surprise: "Young Master, who told you this?"

Ang Lee shook his head and said, "Now is not the time to talk about this...Uncle Eight, do you think this is OK?"

"Okay...of course, young master, you are a genius. No doctor has ever thought of stitching the wound directly, so that he can suppress blood loss. If this is used on the battlefield, I don't know how many people will be saved." Chen Dong showed a surprise expression.

Looking at Chen Dong's surprise expression, Ang Lee said, "Then hurry up... Uncle Second... You go find needles and threads, and you must boil them in boiling water..."

"Hey...!" Xue Ding quickly agreed and immediately went to find him.

Chen Dong asked at this time: "Young Master, why do you need to boil needles and threads in water?"

Looking at Chen Dong who was eager to learn at this time, Ang Lee said speechlessly: "Uncle Eight, when is it now? Don't ask me questions. It's better to deal with other wounds on this kid's body as soon as possible. Look at the arrow wound, don't be poisonous inside it."

The poison that Ang Lee talks about is not the poison of real poison. The poison that Ang Lee talks about is actually rust and feces... These things contain a large number of bacteria, and there were no antibiotics in ancient times, so these bacteria will cause you to get infected and inflamed... and then it will cause fever, and the consequences will undoubtedly be death.

"Don't worry... I've checked it. This kid is very lucky and has no poison... However, this kid's wound is so big... and has shed so much blood, I'm worried that he will die because of excessive blood loss."

Chen Dong said with some concern.

However, after Chen Dong finished speaking, Ang Lee said another word that shocked Chen Dong.

"I'll just give him a blood transfusion. My blood is type O blood... I'll give him a blood transfusion later."

"What... blood transfusion?" Chen Dong said quickly: "Young Master, you can't have blood transfusions. If you want to give him a blood transfusion, he will die...!"

In ancient times, because the ancients did not know about blood type pairing, many avant-garde medical scholars also thought of it... If you lose too much blood, you will give you a blood transfusion, but because the blood type is wrong, you will give the other party blood transfusion, and instead kill the other party.

Because of this, ancient doctors also thought that this blood transfusion was not good.

Chen Dong's obstruction made Ang Lee smile and said, "Uncle Eight... How do I tell you... People actually have blood types. Different blood types are transfusions. Those who are transfusions will definitely die. However, people with the same blood type will not die."

"My clam...Young Master, what are you talking about?" Chen Dong looked at Li An and shook his head slightly. He was really confused when he heard these things.

Fortunately, Xue Ding happened to come. Ang Lee quickly changed the topic and said, "Okay... let's not talk about anything else, Uncle Eight quickly sutures the wound to this kid."

"No problem, I can sew clothes." As he said that, Chen Dong was eager to try it, picked up the needle and thread, put it on, and then began to sew it seriously.

Just as Chen Dong was stitching, Zhang Hu rushed back, and as soon as he came back, Zhang Hu saw a frightened scene. Chen Dong was sewing the wound on the kid.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Hu didn't dare to disturb Chen Dong, but asked Xue Ding who was on the side.

Xue Ding replied: "This kid's wound is too big and he bleeds continuously. The young master thought of a way to sew the wound together with thread so that he can stop the bleeding wound.

Now the eighth old is doing it.”

"Is this possible?" Zhang Hu asked worriedly.

"If you can, you will only treat it as a living person... How big the wound is, you have seen it, by the way... Brother, who is this kid? Why did you let the fourth brother bring this kid back to the village again?

You know, this kid must have been assassinated, beware that we are targeted."

"Don't worry, I was scared away from my tail, but this time the other party should have a big background, and this person's identity is a little strange."

"How..." Xue Ding looked at Zhang Hu.

Zhang Hu whispered in Xue Ding's ear: "He has Long Zipei."

"Long Zipei..." Xue Ding was also stunned: "Are you sure?"

"I've seen Long Zipei, so I'll never admit my mistake." Zhang Hu was very sure.

"Then you have to save it..." As he said that, Xue Ding looked at the motionless young man on the bamboo mat and said, "How come anyone dares to assassinate him...and he must die."

"I don't know... In this world, too many people want people with the surname Li to die, so we must do our best to protect this person." Zhang Hu sighed.

"Uncle Hu...!" Ang Lee immediately shouted when he saw Zhang Hu: "Hurry and cut the 100-year-old ginseng you bought in Qincheng last time into slices, and then put it into this person's mouth, so that he must hold his life.

I don't know why... I don't want him to die."

Ang Lee's words made Zhang Hu and Xue Ding look at each other, and then Xue Ding showed an incredible expression. Zhang Hu shook his head slightly, indicating that Xue Ding should not show too much expression.

Then he said, "Okay...I'll go right now..."

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Chapter completed!