"Military advisor, can I still be saved this time?"
Ashan lay on the wooden board, covering the wound with his hands, and asked weakly.
Although his injuries were serious, he was still strong and not a single moan came out of his mouth.
Alang is the best doctor in their country, and he has lost confidence in Ahshan's wounds.
Ah Lang's reason is simple. Ah Shan's wound is extremely deep and the blood flow cannot be stopped. Sooner or later he will dry up and die.
After hearing A Lang's words, Ah Shan regretted extremely now.
During the competition between him and Nawen, Nawen didn't penetrate deeply with his gun and just asked him to surrender.
However, Ah Shan believed that he was the best martial artist in Qi Kingdom, so he resisted for the sake of face, so that his wounds were penetrated deeper and deeper by the opponent's spear.
Now he regrets it so much. Obviously the opponent has that kind of Xianjia plate armor, so he just surrenders.
As the Han people say, for the sake of face, one loses one's dignity.
Now I have not only lost face, but may even lose my life.
Wang Yan stepped forward to tidy up his clothes and patted his shoulder: "Ah Shan, don't worry. Although your wound is incurable for a doctor from Qi State, it is a trivial matter in Zhaojiazhuang."
"Can they do it? It's not that I'm afraid of death, but that it's worthless." Ah Shan and his party couldn't help but shed tears, and said weakly, "Military advisor, if I die on the battlefield fighting against the barbarians, I will be a corpse wrapped in horse leather. That's all. But I haven't gone to the battlefield yet, so dying like this means nothing."
"Zhaojiazhuang has the best medical clinic in the world, a medical school, and the best doctor in the world. They will definitely give you a fresh life." Wang Yan patted his palm and hurriedly comforted him.
Ah Shan stared at Wang Yan and finally nodded after hearing his confident and powerful voice.
Now he can only place his hope on Zhaojiazhuang. This is his last hope.
Arroyo Posthouse and Little Saint Posthouse are not far apart, about half a mile, and they arrived quickly.
The palace is surrounded by mountains and there are mountain roads all the way, which is extremely detrimental to the wounded.
The good thing was that the four soldiers who carried the door panel were very careful, so Ashan didn't feel much jolt.
Arriving at the little saint's post, Wang Yan bowed to the guard and said, "Guard, this is Arroyo's military advisor. Please ask the little saint to heal our general."
"Please ask the little saint to heal our general." The five soldiers put Ah Shan down and knelt down with a bang.
Wang Yan is a Han Chinese and does not have to kneel, but they are from the Qi Kingdom and must kneel.
They were asking for help and had to show the most sincere attitude, so they had no choice but to kneel down.
After receiving the notice from the guard, Zhonghua came out.
Wang Yan winked at him and bowed his hands: "General Zhong, General Ah Shan is seriously injured. I beg General Zhong to save his life."
"I'm not related to you, why should I heal you?" Zhong Hua looked at Ah Shan who was lying weakly on the door panel, and said coldly with a smile on his lips.
Hearing this, Ah Shan was filled with surprise and joy.
This Han man did not say that he could not heal, but simply said that there was no reason for treatment unless he was a relative or a friend.
Hearing this, he seemed to have fifteen buckets in his heart, up and down.
Ah Shan looked at Wang Yan with a pleading look.
Whether you can be saved or not depends on this.
Wang Yan bowed his hands and said, "General Zhong, Arroyo is willing to follow the example of the little saint."
"Ah Shan, what about you?" Zhonghua hesitated, looking at Ah Shan with burning eyes.
Ah Shan said weakly to the soldiers: "Help me up."
He could no longer stand up and had to rely on his own soldiers to sit up.
"Ah Shan is also willing to treat the little saint as a horse." Ah Shan said in a weak voice, extremely weak.
The tribe is willing, and he is naturally willing.
"Lie down properly, don't hold on." Zhong Hua stepped forward and gently helped Ashan lie down, shouting to the side: "General You, please come over and treat this general from Qi Kingdom."
Not long after he finished speaking, a man in his forties came out, followed by about twenty people.
His life depended on this place, Ah Shan couldn't help but look at the person coming.
Only three strands of long beards could be seen, his skin was fair, and he had an air of immortality.
Of course Ah Shan didn't know this man's medical skills, but his appearance was very good, which made Ah Shan feel at ease.
This person is Zhao Ping's nephew Youlang, who has excellent medical skills.
He signaled the soldiers from Qi Kingdom to place Ah Shan on the operating table in his room, stepped forward and gently opened the white cloth to observe the wound.
What appeared in front of everyone was a wound the size of a teacup, and blood was slowly flowing out from the wound.
Youlang frowned and asked: "Who hurt you? The injury is so serious? Not only the blood vessels were ruptured, but the intestines were also broken."
Hearing this, Ah Shan felt very cold. Couldn't the doctor also save him?
Upon hearing this, his vision went dark and he fainted immediately.
"General You, is there no help left?" Wang Yan was also frightened and asked hurriedly.
The soldiers from Qi Kingdom immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed as hard as they could.
Youlang shook his head: "Resuscitation is possible, but it's more troublesome, especially since this person lost too much blood and his intestines were broken."
"I beg General You to rescue him." Wang Yan bowed deeply.
"This man's intestines have been severed and he needs surgery." You Lang said solemnly to Wang Yan, his face extremely serious.
"Surgery?" Wang Yan's eyes almost fell out of their sockets, and he couldn't close his jaw for a long time.
A group of his men took a breath of cold air and were at a loss, like clay and wood sculptures.
Youlang nodded and looked at Wang Yan and the others: "Surgery is risky, so you must be mentally prepared."
"I trust you, doctor." Wang Yan bowed respectfully to You Lang.
Youlang nodded and said to a group of subordinates: "Anesthesia powder."
"General, this is anesthesia powder." A doctor took out a wine gourd from the medicine box and handed it to Youlang respectfully.
Youlang said to the soldiers from Qi Kingdom: "Wake him up and pour in the anesthesia powder."
"This?" The few soldiers from Qi Kingdom were still at a loss. They had never heard of any surgery.
Youlang shook his head and shouted to his men: "Pry open the patient's mouth and pour in the anesthetic powder."
Several doctors immediately came to Ah Shan, and without any explanation, they pried open his mouth and poured the liquid directly into him.
Their movements are extremely smooth and they are obviously very good at this.
When several people from Qi Kingdom saw this, they looked at each other and found that each other's eyes were confused.
Although you forcefully swallow it, the person is already unconscious. What if he doesn't swallow it?
However, something unexpected happened.
Although Ah Shan passed out, his subconscious was still there.
The anesthetic powder smelled of alcohol. He thought it was good wine, so he opened his mouth and swallowed it.
Seeing this, these soldiers from Qi Kingdom were stunned.
A soldier from Qi State rubbed his eyes desperately, unable to believe that this was true.
One's mouth was opened so wide that it almost couldn't be closed.
There is still a process after the anesthesia powder is poured in, and it does not take effect immediately.
After a cup of tea, Youlang checked Ashan's eyes to confirm that he was anesthetized.
Surgery in this era is extremely dangerous because there is no specialized operating room and bacteria cannot be stopped.
Youlang had his own method. He first used alcohol to disinfect his hands and instruments.
He stretched out two fingers and carefully and gently took out Ashan's dark intestine.
Under the witness of the soldiers from Qi State, there was indeed a wound in a section of small intestine, and blood continued to flow from the wound.
The wound was about the size of an index finger, and the digestive contents in the small intestine were slowly flowing out.
You Lang cleaned the food with his hands, sprinkled the white elixir on it, and used a big needle to sew Ashan up.
But the matter was not over yet, the small intestine was perforated and food entered the abdomen.
You Lang carefully searched for the food that had escaped, then carefully cleaned it up, and then added the white elixir.
Youlang carefully checked other places and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he found that there were no wounds.
After completing this, he added white elixir to all the wounds, and finally sewed them up with big needles.
After sewing it up, he disinfected the wound with alcohol.
This surgery requires a lot of concentration and is very time consuming.
For about half an hour, Youlang was covered in sweat.
Youlang finished the operation and breathed a sigh of relief.
He was covered in sweat and needed a shower.
As soon as Youlang went in to take a bath, Ashan woke up.
But his brows were furrowed, obviously in pain.
Wang Yan was overjoyed when he saw him regaining consciousness.
He was next to Ah Shan, and Xiangxiang explained the whole process in detail.
Ah Shan did not expect that his small intestine had been perforated, and he was so frightened that he almost fainted.
He was relieved when he heard that the doctor had stitched up his small intestine and wounds, and also prescribed Zhaojiazhuang's special white elixir.
When Ashan heard this, he licked his dry lips and said to Wang Yan: "Commander, I'm thirsty and want to drink water."
"No, you have to be spanked before you can drink water." Wang Yan refused without any hesitation.
Ah Shan was anxious, looked at him eagerly and said in a weak tone: "Commander, I'm thirsty and want to drink water."
"I know you want to drink water, but before you fart, your intestines and stomach are not clear and you can't drink water." Faced with Ah Shan's pleading, Wang Yan hurriedly explained.
Ah Shan begged bitterly: "Commander, I'm so dry that my mouth is peeling."
"This is easy to handle. I'll quench your thirst right away." Wang Yan agreed immediately after seeing Ah Shan's expression.
Ah Shan was so happy that he couldn't help but licked his dry lips again.
Not long after, his mouth finally became wet, and he opened his mouth wide, trying to swallow the water in one gulp.
But to his disappointment, the water he wanted to quench his thirst was not available at all. The water only wet his lips.
Why is this that it can only wet the lips but not quench the thirst?
He couldn't help but look towards Wang Yan and saw a small wooden stick wrapped in a ball of cotton in Wang Yan's hand.
Now Ashan finally discovered that the source of moisture on his lips was the water on the cotton.
Unfortunately, Wang Yan's move could only relieve the chapped lips, but not the dry mouth in his heart.
He wanted to drink water very much, but Wang Yan had said that the doctor had ordered him not to drink water, so he had to endure it.
He said to the soldier: "Help me sit up."
The soldiers did not give orders from Wang Yan, so they had no choice but to look at Wang Yan.
"Let him sit up." Wang Yan felt that lying on the bed all the time was not an option.
With the support of the soldiers, Ah Shan finally sat up on the bed.
He was finally able to look at his wound at this time, and he was so happy that he couldn't help but said excitedly: "Thank you, military advisor, my wound is no longer bleeding."
"Ah Shan, you don't need to thank me. You should thank the little saint. It was he who arranged for the doctor to save you from death." Wang Yan said with a smile on his lips and shook his head.
Ah Shan had tears in his eyes and was filled with gratitude: "Military Advisor, of course I want to thank you little saint, but I should thank you even more. If you hadn't had someone carry me here with a door panel, I would have been a corpse in the end. "
After talking about it, he couldn't help but sob.
He hated himself so much that he almost paid with his life for the sake of showing off his strength and face.
"This is God taking care of you so that you can get treatment from the doctor." Wang Yan patted his shoulder with a sincere smile, "You should have a good rest now."
After Wang Yan finished speaking, he said to the soldiers: "Let him lie on the bed and get plenty of rest."
Ah Shan felt relieved when he saw that the wound was no longer bleeding and he was treated by a doctor.
He was extremely tired, so he fell on the bed and fell asleep soon after.
The next day, he rested long enough, spanked again, and was finally able to eat.
After Ashan had eaten, a man came in from outside the house.
When he saw this man, he was startled.
If he hadn't been injured and still in bed, he would have jumped up and run away.
