Liu Renli grabbed Liu Xiu'er's dress and pulled the person over. He reached out and stroked Liu Xiu'er's sleeve to cover his arms.

"Don't you know what you can do and what your body is?"

Zhou Heng coughed, covering up the embarrassment just now.

"Don't worry, I've done an experiment, this amount is harmless, but this blood can really help Zhang Wanxun. Why don't Xiu'er draw blood for me?"

Liu Xiu'er looked at Liu Renli and Zhou Heng again. She knew in her heart that no one could stop Zhou Heng's recognition, so she nodded slightly.

"Okay, I'll draw blood for you."

Liu Renli also nodded slightly, "Second brother, be careful."

Zhou Heng curled his lips and shouted so kindly. Why didn’t he say he was on the way?

However, this is not the time to worry about it. Zhang Wanxun's condition is very critical and he is already in a shallow coma. He cannot delay blood transfusion or surgery for a moment.

Zhou Heng and Liu Xiu'er entered the operating room one after another. Zhang Ankang looked at Zhou Heng who had not changed his isolation suit in confusion, wondering why he was not in a hurry to operate today.

"Boss, this syringe"

Liu Xiu'er reached out to take the tray and walked to Zhou Heng with her hand.

Zhou Heng sat on a small stool, looked at the thick needles and sighed. It seemed that Yao Blacksmith would be asked to develop a thinner needle in the future.

Roll up his sleeves and handed his arm to Liu Xiuer.

"Come on, draw blood from the veins on the inside of the elbow, and move quickly."

Liu Xiu'er did not delay, and put on a tourniquet and disinfection needle in one go. The moment she pierced her skin, Zhou Heng's brows frowned slightly, it hurts!

Desheng and the others were surprised on their faces, and they watched Zhou Hengdu quickly surrounded him.

"Master, what are you doing?"

Zhou Heng shook his head and signaled everyone not to be nervous.

"Don't worry, Zhang Wanxun cannot support the operation at this moment. After all, he has lost too much blood and has been delayed for too long. Please give him an infusion quickly. You should replenish both high sugar and salt. We will draw a syringe here and then give him the injection. In addition, An Kuang is injecting him into an intramuscular injection, preparing skin for disinfection, and we will start the operation after the blood is drawn."

After hearing what Zhou Heng said, everyone had no objection. No matter what he said now, it is useless. The most important thing is to implement Zhou Heng's words. At this time, it is not the time to ask why.

Everyone started moving. Zhang Ankang opened two channels of infusion for Zhang Wanxun, one of which was salt water and another channel of high sugar was pushed in quickly and vigorously.

Liu Xiu'er looked at the syringe that was gradually filling up and sweat began to sweat on her forehead. In order to facilitate extraction, Zhou Heng kept sitting and holding and loosening until the fourth syringe was replaced. Liu Xiu'er's face turned a little pale.

"Second brother, there are too many, can you persist in the operation?"

Zhou Heng smiled at her and said comfortingly:

"Silly girl, don't worry. I forgot what I said before when I'm nervous, right? The total amount of blood in the human body is about 4,000 milliliters. Take out four syringes, which is equivalent to the 200 milliliters I said, and I will come back in two days. Don't worry."

Liu Xiu'er nodded and didn't say anything. She quickly finished pulling the syringe, pulled out the needle and handed it to Zhang Ankang.

Zhou Heng pressed the cotton ball and waited for a while, and the pinhole stopped bleeding.

He got up and opened a bottle of injectable sugar water to drink it, calming his mind, then he went to brush his hands, changed his clothes and walked to the position of the main surgeon, and looked at Zhang Ankang.

"Zhang Ankang injected anesthetic, and Xiao Saner recorded the number of breaths, and the number of heartbeats was compared with the hourglass record."

Zhang Ankang was very fast. He had already done anesthesia several times. Not to mention that he was studying, he took out the medicine and pushed it into the vein, then rinsed the syringe with saline and pushed it in again.

Zhou Heng patted Zhang Wanxun’s cheek, “You have been anesthetized now. After a while, I can take out the fragments of the sword.”

Zhang Wanxun wanted to nod, but he only did halfway through this move and fell asleep.

Zhou Heng put on gloves and rinsed it. Without expanding the disease, he directly pulled the wound left and right and rinsed it first. He had just cleaned it in the dressing room, and now the pus is removed, so Zhou Heng frowned.

"Treat penicillin test for Zhang Wanxun."

Zhang Ankang was stunned, "Test?"

Liu Xiu'er looked around and said quickly: "You guys have surgery, I'll get the medicine, I'll learn to try the sensitive test, I can do this."

As he said that, he went out quickly, and soon he came back with a syringe and penicillin drops of liquid.

In front of Zhang Ankang, how to dilute and add salt water, step by step, and finally a test-sensitive papule was made on the inside of Zhang Wanxun's wrist.

Zhou Heng didn't pay much attention to it here. He cleaned all the surface carrion in the wound and rinsed it again. Desheng used a glass tube to suck it away, draining the moisture from the wound.

The two of them looked at the tip of the sword inlaid between the two ribs and took a breath of cold air, and Zhou Heng felt glad at the same time.

"This position is too dangerous. These are the two and three ribs. If it is the three and four ribs, the sword tip is stabbing horizontally, then the immortal Daluo can do nothing."

Desheng looked up at Zhou Heng, and the worry on his face became even more serious.

"But the tip of the sword has been stuck on the ribs and has pierced into the lungs inward, otherwise he wouldn't have coughed up blood for a long time."

Zhou Heng nodded, "Traumatic pneumothorax, fortunately it's okay in the position. Come on, let's find a pair of pliers first, the kind you asked Yao Blacksmith to create last time."

Desheng nodded and quickly searched in the sterile instrument cabinet. After a while, he found a pair of pliers. The overall look was a bit like a vise, but the position of the head was more like two upper and lower front teeth, which were very sharp and tightly clenched when closed.

Zhou Heng took the pliers, stepped on the chair and knelt on the edge of the operating bed, looking at Desheng and the others.

"Come on, come on together, you guys suppress Zhang Wanxun's body, I try to pull out the tip of the sword, I shout one, two, three, everyone work hard together, are you ready?"

"It's ready!"

"one

two

three"

As the three words blurted out, several people pressed Zhang Wanxun's shoulders and legs respectively, almost all lying outside the scarf.

Zhou Heng wiped the stump clean and tried to keep the tip of the sword dry. Then he clamped it with pliers, and pulled it upwards with force with both arms in the direction of the piercing.

"ah!"

With a roar, Zhou Heng fell down from the operating bed and fell to the ground with a thump.

Everyone was startled and quickly helped Zhou Heng up with all his strength. Shoe Heng reached out to block the movements of the few people.

"Don't worry, there is a sword tip in your hand."

Only then did the few people see the pliers in Zhou Heng's hand, and indeed holding the tip of the sword. Desheng's eyes shone brightly and he blurted out Zhou Heng's oral words.

"Damn it! It's so satisfying, I finally pulled it out."

Zhou Heng got up and quickly got up. He ignored Desheng, who learned to curse himself, and grabbed the gauze and rushed towards Zhang Wanxun.

Everyone realized that the people on the hospital bed were still in the operation and rushed back one by one.

Zhou Heng looked around for a while and shouted: "You are doctors. What a fucking operation? I can't die even if I fall down. Do you know the most important thing about life?"

As he said, his hands had already pressed the bleeding position, Zhou Heng felt nothing wrong with him. He lost 200 milliliters of the blood himself. If he lost too much blood, he would have fainted after another 200.

Desheng looked guilty and cleaned his hands, quickly took the gauze and pressed the bleeding point. Wang Sanshun handed the needle holder and tweezers to Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng waved his hand, and Desheng quickly raised one hand, and blood gushed out between the two ribs, so Zhou Heng quickly sutured it.

"Desheng took the hemostatic forceps and pinched the bleeding point. Then Xiaosaner prepared an alcohol lamp and a hemostatic device. Let's stop the bleeding. There are too many small blood vessels here and it cannot be sutured."

Desheng nodded, clamped the two points of bleeding, and then took the hemostasis device on Xiaosan'er's hand, and after burning it red, he quickly handed it to Zhou Heng. Zhou Heng quickly ticked a few places, and then heated it up again and continued to repeat the action.

Desheng looked at Zhou Heng's movements and asked, "Master, why do you have to be quicker? You have to repeat it several times. Isn't it good to stop bleeding once?"

Zhou Heng did not raise his eyelids. Due to the conditions, he could only use this method to check the area where there was no bleeding again, and then he threw the hemostasis device on the table.

"It is easy to stop bleeding at one time, but the patient's position will be severely heated. To put it bluntly, the skin and flesh are already ripe. If there are seven or eight positions in the lungs, our surgery looks successful on the surface, but when healing, how long does it take for the human body to metabolize these seven positions? In this way, the healing time will be invisibly extended."

Desheng suddenly realized and nodded quickly. Zhou Heng carefully aligned the skin of the wound, then asked Desheng to pull it and began to suture it. Two drainage strips were placed at the lower end of the crescent-shaped wound.

Then he raised his head and shook his sore neck.

"Desheng bandage, don't be too tight in the wound. Pay attention to the position where the drainage strip is left. Tonight, give high-sugar salt water in turn. After two hours, give another bottle of penicillin. I close my eyes for a while and take a rest."

Liu Xiu'er knew that Zhou Heng was holding on and walked closer worriedly.

"Second brother, how are you? Why don't I help you to rest?"

Zhou Heng sat on the chair. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly slid to the left. Liu Xiu'er threw away the things in her hand and rushed to Zhou Heng, catching Zhou Heng.

However, the weight difference was so great that the two fell to the ground together. Zhou Heng leaned against Liu Xiu'er's chest and his eyes were closed.

Liu Xiu'er became anxious and tears burst out in an instant.
Chapter completed!