When the injured people heard Liu Sandao call the old man Sai Hua Tuo who had come with them, their expressions showed a hint of hope. The old man was Sai Hua Tuo, a famous doctor in the world.
Hu Yanyu had naturally heard of the old man's reputation, and there was also a hint of expectation in his eyes. Regardless of whether others believed it or not, Hu Yanyu asked himself that he did not want to kill Pei Tianquan.
It was just that Pei Tianquan's desperate fighting style shocked him, and the backhand strike was just a warrior's instinctive reaction.
After hearing Sai Huatuo's claim that Pei Tianquan could still be saved, Hu Yanyu stopped interfering and healed the wound on his abdomen alone.
After inserting silver needles all over Pei Tianquan's body, Sai Huatuo stuffed a pill into Pei Tianquan's mouth, lifted him up and sat down cross-legged, and said to Liu Sandao: "I have protected his heart for a while, please push hard." The scimitar out of his body."
Sai Huatuo pressed his fingers against Pei Tianquan's chest: "Do it."
Liu Sandao flicked the tip of the knife without hesitation, and the scimitar flew out of Pei Tianquan's body and fell to the ground beside him. The blade of the knife flashed with cold light and was dripping with blood.
The scimitar came out of the body, and Pei Tianquan spurted out a mouthful of blood. Sai Huatuo used his fingers to protect the most important blood vessels around Pei Tianquan. Although Pei Tianquan's face was a little ugly, he did not look like he was about to die just now.
Sai Huatuo temporarily saved Pei Tianquan's life. Seeing the faint bleeding wound on Pei Tianquan's chest, Sai Huatuo felt troubled again and said to Liu Sandao: "His life is not worried for the time being, but whether such a large wound can heal well depends on his luck. There is nothing I can do."
"Then sew it up quickly!"
Saihua Tuo was stunned and showed a little hesitation: "How can this be sewn together with human flesh?"
"It's like sewing clothes. After sewing, the flesh will grow faster."
Sai Huatuo looked thoughtful: "I have never heard that people can be sutured, but you can give it a try. You must be a doctor..." Sai Huatuo was stunned. Who is this? As he spoke, he looked up and saw a young man looking down at Pei Tianquan's wounds: "Master?"
kindness?
Young Master Liu looked at the unfamiliar face in front of him: "Who are you, old man?"
Sai Huatuo looked evasive: "Little friend, I have misjudged the wrong person."
Liu Sandao also stared blankly at Liu Mingzhi beside him: "Brother Liu, why are you here?"
Young Master Liu gave a Burmese smile: "Brother Liu, I haven't seen you for a long time, but you are still as charming as ever."
Sai Huatuo interrupted the two of them who were trying to reminisce about the past: "My friend, if you have anything to say, you might as well talk about it later. You'd better talk about the suture method first. After all, saving people is important."
Only then did the two of them realize that there was a man lying on the ground who was going to see the King of Hell. It was indeed inappropriate to chat now.
Liu Mingzhi scratched his head and recalled the first aid methods he had learned when he was in college. Regardless of whether they were applicable in this era, he would always give it a try: "Clean up the congestion in his chest, use strong alcohol to disinfect it, and then boil the needles and threads in boiling water." Just sew up his wounds like sewing clothes."
Sai Hua Tuo nodded while thinking about Liu Mingzhi's words, his eyes getting brighter and brighter: "It was rumored that Hua Tuo, the miracle doctor during the Three Kingdoms period, had the ability to open his head and make people immortal, so he mentioned the method of suturing. Unfortunately, Hua Tuo's "Qing Nang Shu" "It has been lost. It is very similar to the method mentioned by my little friend. It has the same effect but the same approach."
Liu Mingzhi nodded. He also knew that it was rumored in later generations that Hua Tuo had the ability to perform craniotomy, many years earlier than the West. Unfortunately, Cao Cao did not believe it. Later, the Qingnang Book was lost, and later generations only speculated and did not believe it. There is no real evidence.
"It should be about the same."
Sai Huatuo nodded happily, looking eager to try: "My friend, is there anything I need to pay attention to? I have only heard about it and have never done anything like this myself."
Liu Mingzhi thought for a while: "Find a way to prevent him from feeling pain. It's flesh. It will definitely hurt like hell when it's sewn up."
"I can use a silver needle to seal off his five senses. Is that all there is?"
"Probably."
"I would like to thank you little friend for clearing up your doubts. I will thank you very much in the future. Liu Sandao, please find a way to send him to the city. I will stitch up his wounds."
Liu Sandao picked up Pei Tianquan by his waist and looked at Hu Yanyu coldly: "You shouldn't have come to Dalong Dynasty."
Hu Yanyu smiled bitterly and sighed helplessly as he watched Liu Sandao disappear. He was too worried about his little sister and had to come.
After Liu Sandao took Pei Tianquan away, the Pei brothers who were still conscious looked at Hu Yanyu with hatred. Except for the eldest Pei Tianshu, who was seriously injured and unable to move, the others picked up their weapons again.
Hu Yanyu smiled bitterly, and made a grabbing move with both hands. The scimitar seemed to have spiritual power and shot into Hu Yanyu's hand.
The silver gun in Pei Kaiyang's hand was dancing in the wind, flying into the air, and the tip of the gun went straight to Hu Yanyu's chest. He wanted Hu Yanyu to know the pain of passing through the chest.
Before the tip of the spear hit the front door, it brought up a strong wind and swept around Hu Yanyu.
"Knife intention."
Along with these two words, the scimitar in Hu Yanyu's hand trembled, revealing a bright light, which directly forced everyone to narrow their eyes.
Hu Yanyu moved in the air, and slashed hard with the scimitar in his hand. The fierce sword fell suddenly and swung towards the cold silver spear. Pei Kaiyang's expression had stiffened. Unexpectedly, Hu Yanyu had been injured by four people. And such a powerful explosive power.
The astonishing sword intent burst out in an instant, and the silver spear that shone with cold light turned into pieces of scrap metal in the baptism of the sword intent. The stainless steel spear in Pei Kaiyang's hand was destroyed by one blow.
The silver gun broke apart, but its sword power remained intact and it slashed directly towards Pei Kaiyang, who was still in the air. His clothes were broken and blood sprayed out. Pei Kaiyang came and went as fast as he came. Repeating the appearance of his eighth sister, he fell to the ground unconscious.
Hu Yanyu looked at the frightened people: "If it were not for the old feelings, the seventh junior brother would have turned into a pile of minced meat. Brothers, please stop."
Hu Yanyu suddenly knelt on the ground, holding the scimitar in his hand to support his body: "Brother Tianshu, you actually poisoned me."
What made Hu Yanyu confused was that the few members of the Pei family who were still awake were all slumped on the ground and looking at him powerlessly. Hu Yanyu was confused, what was going on?
A burst of applause came, and then a cold voice came: "Snipe and clam fight for the fishermen's profit. What the leader said is indeed true. The Pei family brothers and sisters and Prince Huyan who want to capture Seven Stars and the Moon, apart from using tricks, really There’s no way to start. The power of Prince Huyan’s Six Styles of Ba Dao makes my little sister feel very excited.”
"White Lotus Sect?"
Murong Shan, the ninth elder of the White Lotus Sect, dressed in white and snowy clothes as usual, appeared in front of everyone with her plump figure twisting: "Prince Huyan has a good eye, and I knew that I was from the White Lotus Sect before I even came out. "
Hu Yanyu smiled disdainfully: "The White Lotus Sect is really inferior to each other. I think the White Lotus Sect was also a well-known man at the beginning, but now they only use some underhanded methods."
Ninth Elder Murong Shan didn't care about Hu Yanyu's insults: "Prince Hu Yan is wrong. The Nu family is a little girl, not a hero. Knowing that he is defeated and dying in vain is not a hero."
"Huyanyu has never had any enmity with the White Lotus Sect. Are you trying to make enemies of my Huyan tribe by poisoning me today?"
The Ninth Elder smiled brightly and shook his head. He pointed at Liu Mingzhi who was stunned: "Young Master Liu, we meet again. The slave family has wanted to kill Young Master Liu."
Looking at the graceful and plump body of Ninth Elder Murong Shan, Young Master Liu's eyes became confused.
"Brother Liu, don't look into her eyes. This seductive woman is naturally charming, and her every move will captivate the mind."
Liu Mingzhi was shocked by Hu Yanyu's cry and came back to his senses. His mind was agitated and a trace of cold sweat broke out. He immediately lowered his head and did not dare to look into Murong Shan's charming eyes.
Murong Shan glanced at Hu Yanyu who was half-kneeling on the ground and twitched the soft steel sword at her waist: "There will be a price to pay for meddling in other people's business. You are seeking death."
"Even if Hu Yanyu is hit by your cartilage powder, you can try to see if you can block a certain six-style domineering sword."
Murong Shan hesitated for a moment. Although she was also a seventh-level master, her martial arts skills were not profound.
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