Duanwu didn't know what to do, but the old bandit doctor asked: "Sir, I just heard you talk about the anesthetic, is it just Mafei powder?"
"Ma Fei San?"
Duanwu was stunned for a moment, then he said happily: "You have this thing?"
The old bandit doctor nodded and said with a smile: "It was passed down from our ancestors and is used to treat some trauma. It is very useful. No one complained about pain after using it."
Duanwu praised: "The things left by our ancestors are reliable. Bring them quickly. I need them urgently."
"Hey, hey!"
The old bandit doctor responded quickly, because as a doctor, he could finally help.
The old bandit doctor left to prepare medicine. This anesthetic powder is different from Western anesthetics. It is not injected but must be taken orally.
After drinking this medicine, you will become unconscious. Even if someone chops you open with an axe, you will not know the pain.
At the same time, Dragon Boat Festival was not idle either. He was preparing for surgery.
He took off his dirty coat and put on a white apron. The old abacus was also armed and was undressing the warrior.
The soldier's injury was to his abdomen. The heavy blood loss had soaked his clothes, and the blood had even solidified and stuck the clothes to the soldier's body.
The wounds were shocking, and if you weren't someone who often rolled around on the battlefield, you would never be able to see this.
So this is why Duanwu didn't let Ma Zhongyan and others in.
Of course, the most important thing is that the injured need a good air environment.
There is no oxygen equipment now, and the soldiers have to breathe by themselves. If there are too many people and the air is turbid, the survival rate of the soldiers will be greatly reduced.
Therefore, except for a few people involved in the operation, no one else was allowed to enter.
Ma Zhenshan and others looked at each other and did not dare to go in. They could only watch from the outside.
At this time, Duanwu was already preparing to start the operation.
He first used a large amount of alcohol to clean the soldier's wounds. (Alcohol was found in the little devil’s medicine box. I was afraid that there would be no alcohol during the Dragon Boat Festival, so I ordered some high-strength liquor)
"ah!"
The soldier suddenly woke up from the pain. He looked at Tuan Zuo holding a knife in his hand and asked in confusion: "Tuan Zuo, what are you going to do?"
Duanwu sneered: "Hmph, hey, I'm going to cut you open. Lie down and don't move."
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The seriously injured soldier was speechless because he thought he could still save the life.
Of course, he also knew that if he continued like this, he would definitely die. It would be better to let Danzao use the knife to make him die faster.
So the soldier gritted his teeth and said: "You can cut it, Tuanzuo, but move quickly, it hurts!"
Duan Wu returned to normal and said with a smile, "It won't hurt in a while."
"It's coming, it's coming, the ancestral Ma Fei San is here."
Just then the old bandit doctor came, holding a bowl of steaming red soup in his hand.
The injured soldier was confused and asked: "What is this?"
Duanwu said: "After drinking Meng Po soup, you will forget this life, even the pain."
The old abacus smiled and said: "Tuanzu, are you very poor today?"
Duanwu scolded: "Bullshit, if he doesn't have some energy, can he survive the operation? You go and give him medicine, I'm going to use this knife."
"yes!"
The old abacus took the order, then held the soldier's head, and the old bandit doctor gave him medicine. The soldier drank the bitter medicine and looked at the old abacus in surprise.
Old Abacus babbled: "Drink the medicine and lie down. Tuan Zuo wants to save you, but he can't find a Western doctor, so he has to do it himself. But don't worry, our Tuan Zuo is attentive, there is nothing he can't do." . However, everything has accidents. Your injury is very serious. We can only do our best. If you can’t come back, don’t blame the brothers. We have tried our best."
The soldier nodded fiercely, then swallowed the last bite of bitter medicine and lay on the operating table waiting for the operation.
Duanwu asked at this time: "When will it take effect?"
The old bandit doctor said: "It's about half a stick of incense. The effect is best at that time."
"Half a stick of incense?"
Duanwu looked at the old bandit doctor, who nodded firmly.
But at this time, Old Abacus said angrily: "Who can understand what you mean by half a stick of incense? Are you asking how many minutes and seconds you have?"
The old bandit doctor said with some embarrassment: "Sir, I don't know much about these Western things. I only know about half a stick of incense."
At this moment, Ma Zhongyan shouted outside: "One stick of incense lasts about a quarter of an hour, and half a stick of incense lasts half a quarter of an hour."
"kindness!"
Duanwu nodded, because he knew that a quarter of an hour was fifteen minutes, and a half-quarter of an hour was 7 minutes and 30 seconds.
Duanwu asked: "Can it be faster?"
The old bandit doctor thought for a while and nodded: "It should be faster. My father said that sometimes, it will take effect not long after taking it. It varies from person to person."
"Tuanzuo, you go ahead and use the knife. I can hold on."
At this moment, the soldier reluctantly said something.
Duanwu said: "Don't move around. I'm a little nervous. I'm going to smoke a cigarette. You lie here for a while and wait for me to come back."
"Tuanzu, I, I will definitely wait for you..."
The soldier struggled to squeeze out a few more words from between his teeth, and then slowly closed his eyes.
Old Abacus quickly called out: "Brother? Brother?"
"Don't scream, don't scream, this is working."
At this moment, the old military doctor quickly stopped him, and Dragon Boat Festival didn't leave either. He said he was going to smoke, but in fact he was just waiting for the anesthetic. Otherwise, if he stabbed him, the soldier would probably die from the pain.
"Did it really work? So quickly?"
Duanwu asked, fearing that the soldier would wake up from the pain again with this strike of his sword.
The old bandit doctor said: "You can't be wrong. This medicine varies from person to person. The weaker the person, the faster the medicine will take effect."
"kindness!"
Duanwu nodded and prepared for the operation. After all, it is not too late. A minute earlier will reduce the risk.
He looked at the soldier's wounds, then looked at the lights in the room, and ordered: "Old Abacus, go find more lights and hang them high. Don't let me get ashes everywhere?"
"yes!"
Lao Abacus didn't know what Tuan Zuo was going to do, but he just needed to find more lights.
And it’s not difficult. There are many horseshoe lanterns in the cottage, and it’s no problem to hang dozens of them throughout the house.
As soon as the lamp was hung up, everyone present was shocked, because the dark shadows just now were gone. As the old saying goes, if people have no shadows, they will not survive.
Lao Baoyi felt nervously that his life was about to end. Old Abacus also trembled a little.
At this time, only Duanwu calmly took out Ma Zhongyan's flying knife and wiped it with alcohol cotton, and then judged the position of the knife.
Because the person who taught him first aid was a very famous surgeon. The doctor told him that a good surgeon would only bleed a small amount or even no blood when cutting the patient's skin.
This is very important to Dragon Boat Festival, or it is very important to the warrior in front of him, because if he loses a lot of blood again, I am afraid that the soldier's life will be in danger! …
