That's right, the man in front of Lin Ping'an is Nurhaci, the founder of the Qing Dynasty in history.
In the Battle of Guangning, Nurhachi won a complete victory. Dorgon, his fourteenth son who was only ten years old, sneaked into the military camp without telling everyone. He wanted to gain military honors like many of his brothers, but he was shot down by a stray arrow in the rebel army. , and then he was stabbed several times by unknown Ming soldiers. He bled too much and now only had half his life left.
"Sweat..."
The woman in front of the bed could no longer bear it, threw herself in front of Nurhachi, and burst into tears.
As the cry sounded, the tent suddenly burst into mourning.
Nurhachi had no expression on his face, stretched out his hand to pick up the woman, and said in a deep voice:
"Abahai, don't cry. Dorgon is great. He is my hero on the grassland!"
After finishing speaking, he turned around and shouted sharply at everyone in the tent:
"My son, Nurhachi, will die on the battlefield even if he dies!"
Everyone looked stern and stopped crying immediately, and the tent was extremely quiet for a while.
At this moment, a weak voice sounded in everyone's ears:
"Maybe he'll survive."
Lin Ping'an couldn't bear it anymore. If he delayed like this, not only would Dorgon die, but he and his sister would definitely die as well.
Only then did everyone notice the young Han boy on the ground. Azige patted his forehead and shouted:
"Damn it, how could I forget this kid?"
As he spoke, he quickly stepped forward, picked up Lin Ping'an again, and threw her in front of the bed with a plop. Then he turned to Nurhachi and said:
"This guy said he could save Dorgon."
Nurhaci stared at the young man in front of him without saying a word, but Abahai looked surprised, and everyone else stared at Azig in surprise.
"Why are you staring at me like that?"
Azig was equally surprised and asked in confusion.
But he saw a tall man in his thirties stepping forward, picking up Lin Ping'an again, and threw him back to the place with a plop. Then he turned to Azig and shouted:
"Azig, are you crazy?"
"Don't you know that the Han people are the most insidious and cunning, and besides, this is just a child!"
Azig was speechless for a moment, blushed, and shouted:
"Hong Taiji, are you just going to watch Dorgon die like this?"
The rest of the people in the tent were also a little speechless. The Han boy in front of him was obviously only eleven or twelve years old. How could he possibly revive the dying Dorgon.
Lin Ping'an was the most depressed. In just a short period of time, he was thrown back and forth several times. The key was that these people didn't believe in him at all. If Te Miao continued to toss like this, even if Daluo Jinxian came to earth, Dorgon would probably also Gotta die.
In fact, according to historical records, Lin Pingan knew that Dorgon would not die young. Even if he died, it would be after the establishment of the Qing Dynasty. However, Lin Pingan did not dare to gamble!
If a modern person like me can return here, what else is impossible to happen?
So he didn’t dare to gamble and couldn’t gamble!
Because even if he knew that Dorgon could survive, he would have to survive under Lin Ping'an's hands, otherwise, he and his sister would only die!
At this moment, everyone was talking a lot, and Abahai also had no idea, and they all looked at Nurhachi eagerly.
Nurhachi waved his hand and shouted at the military doctor: "Is there any hope?"
The military doctor was agitated, but he replied without hesitation:
"Back to the Great Khan, I swear by the condor on the grassland, Dorgon really lost too much blood and will not survive."
Nurhachi nodded and looked at Lin Ping'an again with falcon-like eyes, seeming to be hesitant in his heart.
Lin Pingan got up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, and then said slowly:
"If you keep being so nagging, you really won't survive."
This sentence is a bit rude, but Lin Ping'an can't help it. He is a modern doctor and knows what time means to patients who have lost excessive blood.
If Dorgon really breathed his last, even moving the entire blood bank would not help.
With a cry from Canglang, Huang Taiji unsheathed his sword and immediately wanted to kill the Han guy in front of him who was talking nonsense and didn't know whether to live or die.
But I heard Nurhachi’s cold voice ringing in my ears:
"Let him cure it!"
Huang Taiji then sheathed his sword and cursed at Lin Pingan:
"If I can't save Dorgon, I will cut you into pieces!"
Lin Pingan was too lazy to pay attention, and quickly came to the bed, reached out and opened the box he had been carrying.
The box is a first-aid kit he brought when he traveled through time. It contains not only first-aid medicines, but also temporary blood transfusion equipment.
He first reached out and touched Dorgon's neck, feeling the faint beating, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he took out a slender little needle with one hand, and grabbed Dorgon's neck with the other hand. A cold hand plunged in.
"what you do?"
Azige on the side yelled when he saw this, and stretched out his hand to stop Lin Ping'an, but was stopped by his mother Abahai.
Abahai shook his head at Azig, signaling him to calm down.
The tent was quiet for a moment, everyone was staring at the needle in Lin Ping'an's hand.
They were really curious and didn't know what the Han boy was holding in his hand, and the military doctor's eyes widened, staring at Lin Ping'an's hand.
With a bang, the small needle in Lin Pingan's hand pierced Dorgon's wrist, and then he squeezed Dorgon's arm hard.
There is no other way. The other party has lost too much blood. It is probably not possible to take blood from the fingers. To take blood from the wrist like this, it also needs to be squeezed hard.
Lin Ping'an drew a few drops of blood into a small syringe. Then he took out a blood type test paper from the box and dripped the blood in the syringe.
After tens of seconds, several areas on the test paper showed different reactions.
"Type B."
Lin Ping'an looked at it, nodded slightly and murmured, finally letting go of the only trace of worry in his heart.
This kind of blood type is a common blood type. The most feared thing is that Dorgon will accidentally get a rare blood type such as RH. In that case, he, a modern doctor, can only watch Dorgon die.
There is no plasma in the small box. The test strips are just for emergency personnel to notify the hospital as soon as possible and prepare the plasma as soon as possible.
Lin Pingan once again took out a large syringe and a blood transfusion bag from the small box.
Then he looked at his thin little body, gritted his teeth, rolled up his sleeves, and inserted the needle into his blood vessel.
Lin Ping'an naturally knew his blood type very well. Although he was skinny and skinny at the moment, it was very unsuitable for blood drawing, but judging from Dorgon's situation at the moment, if he didn't get some fresh blood immediately, he might be afraid of his blood type. It is very difficult to get through this.
The blood slowly flowed into the large needle. Everyone looked at each other, and then there was an uproar.
Lin Ping'an's operation was so shocking that the military doctor opened his mouth wide and almost screamed.
"Exchange blood?"
"This is a magical method that has only been recorded in ancient books and secret techniques!"
He murmured in his mouth, looking at Lin Ping'an's operation and the small box, his eyes full of doubts and excitement.
Two hundred milliliters, almost... Lin Pingan pulled out the syringe. According to common sense, there is no problem in controlling the amount of blood donation within four hundred milliliters. But with his current physical fitness, it is estimated that four hundred milliliters will be enough. If Dorgon failed to save him, he would have to die first.
Injecting the blood into the blood transfusion bag, and then taking out the blood transfusion catheter and needle, Lin Pingan pierced Dorgon's vein without hesitation, then raised the blood transfusion bag high and asked at the same time:
"I don't have enough blood, who of you will come?"
