Although Yao Chen used silver needles to seal Qin Hong's acupoints to stop the wound from bleeding, this still could not save Qin Hong's excessive blood loss.
Under such circumstances, operating on Qin Hong would be tantamount to sending him to death, so blood must be replenished.
However, replenishing blood, something that was particularly easy in his previous life, was almost impossible for him now.
Just matching blood types is particularly troublesome.
"Replenish blood!"
Yao Chen glanced at the pale Qin Hong and nodded in agreement: "His condition does require blood replenishment. I can prescribe some blood replenishment prescriptions, but will it be too late?"
Hearing this, Jiang Yifeng understood that Yao Chen had misunderstood what he meant, so he explained: "The blood replenishing I am talking about is transporting blood from other people's bodies to Qin Hong's body, which is a little different from what you understand."
Yao Chen's eyes suddenly widened and he asked in disbelief: "Can one person's blood be transported into another person's body?"
"Can!"
Jiang Yifeng nodded and continued: "I divide blood into four types, namely type A, type B, mixed type, and all-purpose type. The all-purpose type can transfuse blood for all blood types, and the other three blood types can only be given to people of the same blood type. Blood transfusion.”
Yao Chen had never thought that blood was different. He was stunned and asked, "Did you research this all by yourself?"
"That's right!"
Jiang Yifeng nodded directly and admitted.
Regardless of who came up with the theory of blood types in the previous life, in this world of Dazhou, it was he who came up with the theory of blood types.
Yao Chen did not become suspicious, but raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is there any way to distinguish these four types of blood?"
"Of course."
Jiang Yifeng thought for a while and said, "The simplest method is to mix the blood of two people together. If the blood types of two people are the same, agglutination will not occur. If agglutination occurs, it means that the blood types of the two people are different."
Yao Chen thought for a moment and asked, "Does it mean that if Qin Hong's blood is taken and mixed with the blood of different people, there will be no agglutination, so that blood can be transfused to each other."
"uncertain."
Jiang Yifeng shook his head, "If Qin Hong is omnipotent, then his blood can fuse with any blood type, but if someone else's blood is transfused to him, he will have agglutination."
Yao Chen smiled bitterly, "It sounds a bit troublesome."
Jiang Yifeng nodded in agreement, "The actual operation will be more troublesome, but there is no other way now. We can only treat a dead horse as a living horse."
After saying that, Jiang Yifeng and Yao Chen looked at the dying Qin Hong at the same time.
Immediately afterwards, Yao Chen used silver needles to seal Qin Hong's acupuncture points, lowering his heart veins to the lowest level, and then Master Guishou and Zhong Bugui carried him to the stronghold.
Qin Hong's village is called Shunfeng Village, which means a smooth journey during the robbery.
It's a pity that since Da came up with this name, the village has never been smooth sailing. This time, he was attacked by the second boss and almost died.
Shunfeng Village is not very large in scale. It is built on a steep mountain with only a covered mountain road leading to it to resist the officers and soldiers from suppressing bandits.
However, this has pros and cons.
The advantage is that the stronghold is hidden, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and can easily withstand a strong attack.
The disadvantage is that it is difficult for individuals to travel to the village, let alone transport supplies, so Shunfeng Village is very simple.
There was no protective wall made of thick wood and iron chains, not even a decent gate, just a patchwork of houses.
Most of these houses are made of rock and wood. At best, they are full of primitive and wild beauty. At worst, they are used to feed pigs for fear of the house suddenly collapsing.
At the end of the cottage, there is a relatively good house, which is Qin Hong's residence.
Uncle Guishou and Zhong Bugui carried him to the house, while Jiang Yifeng asked Feng Wenxuan to quickly prepare the things needed for the operation.
Feng Wenxuan was involved in Laifu's surgery, so he knew exactly what was needed, so he turned around and arranged for the bandits to prepare.
During this process, Jiang Yifeng glanced at Qin Hong, who was dying, and looked at Uncle Ghost Hand, "Brother Ghost Hand, can you make a hollow instrument with a sharp end?"
Uncle Ghost Hand asked calmly: "Are there any requirements for thickness?"
“The thinner, the better.”
Jiang Yifeng originally wanted to tell Uncle Ghost Hand the size of the injection needle directly, but considering Da Zhou's technological level, he didn't think Uncle Ghost Hand could make it.
Therefore, he could only settle for the next best thing and let Uncle Ghost Hand make it as finely as possible.
"let me try."
Uncle Ghost Hand said, taking Zhang Litang and Yin Wu out.
Obviously, if he wanted to quickly create the needle Jiang Yifeng requested, he needed help from others.
Jiang Yifeng regretted that during the time Uncle Guishou was in Coal Village, he didn't even think about making medical equipment.
"Brother Yaochen, how long can the acupuncture points be sealed?"
Jiang Yifeng knows that acupuncture cannot seal the acupuncture points for a long time, otherwise it will cause permanent damage.
"There's still an hour at most."
Yao Chen put his hand on Qin Hong's wrist and took his pulse, then said calmly.
"We need to match Qin Hong with a suitable blood type within an hour."
After Jiang Yifeng finished speaking, he frowned and smiled bitterly, "It is already very difficult to transfuse blood into Qin Hong's body. If nothing happens, it will most likely cause infection."
Let’s not talk about whether the second master’s weapon is the legendary tetanus blade. Let’s just say that the current treatment environment can only be described as terrible.
Under such circumstances, Qin Hong would definitely be infected. If the infection could not be suppressed, Qin Hong would definitely die.
The problem was, he didn't have antibiotics and didn't know how to make them.
"Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor. As a doctor, we cannot save everyone, so we just try our best." Yao Chen said in a doctor's tone.
"Um!"
Jiang Yifeng nodded first and then suddenly asked: "A warrior's physical fitness is much stronger than that of ordinary people. Is it possible to resist inflammation?"
Yao Chen said: "The physical fitness of warriors is indeed stronger than that of ordinary people, and their ability to resist inflammation is also stronger. However, even warriors cannot resist large-scale inflammation."
Jiang Yifeng couldn't help but ask: "Don't warriors have such things as internal strength in their bodies?"
"Are you talking about anger?"
Yao Chen asked and continued: "When warriors practice martial arts, there is no Qi in their bodies. Only those who practice Kung Fu have Qi. However, in the entire Mo Sect, only Brother Juzi practices Kung Fu, and no one else practices."
After hearing this, Jiang Yifeng suddenly thought of a possibility, that is, whether the Momen giant is so powerful, it may be related to practicing martial arts at the same time.
Because in his eyes, the training system of the Great Zhou warriors seemed incomplete, just like in martial arts novels where they only practiced external skills and not internal strength.
Only the Momen giants, who practice both at the same time, are the correct methods.
Of course, Da Zhou cannot be blamed for this.
After all, the Great Zhou Dynasty was too long ago for future generations. Many things were in their infancy, and martial arts and kung fu were not confused.
"In that case, we can only resist forcefully."
Jiang Yifeng looked at Qin Hong and felt that the possibility of him surviving was almost zero.
"Brother Jiang, have you forgotten me?"
Yao Chen smiled slightly and said: "Although I don't know how you solve the inflammation problem, there are some methods in my medical skills that can deal with inflammation, so you just need to suture the wound and leave the rest to me."
Hearing this, Jiang Yifeng suddenly slapped his head, "How could I forget Chinese medicine? What our ancestors left behind is no worse than modern medicine."
In Jiang Yifeng's eyes, medical skills are divided into traditional Chinese medicine, Western medicine and modern medicine.
He separated Western medicine from modern medicine.
Because in his opinion, the West has shitty medicine, otherwise the Black Death would not have killed hundreds of people.
As for modern medicine, it is a product after the industrial revolution. It is completely different from ancient Western medicine.
"Traditional Chinese medicine? Modern medicine?"
Yao Chen had a puzzled expression on his face.
"That's not important, saving people is important."
Jiang Yifeng couldn't explain these two words.
That's right!
He couldn't even explain it to Chinese medicine.
Although according to the timeline of previous lives, Chinese medicine originated from the Zhou Dynasty, the Zhou Dynasty did not call it Chinese medicine, but called it witch doctor, which relied on a combination of witchcraft and herbal medicine for treatment.
People like Yao Chen who relied solely on herbal medicine to treat patients were far beyond this era.
But even so, Dazhou's medical skills cannot be called traditional Chinese medicine, because the name traditional Chinese medicine is what foreigners call Chinese medical skills. Before that, traditional Chinese medicine had other names.
"Yes, it's important to save people."
When Yao Chen heard this, his thoughts were all on Qin Hong.
Seeing this, Jiang Yifeng breathed a sigh of relief and asked Chief Zhao to call all the bandits and start matching Qin Hong's blood type.
The blood type matching was quite fast. In half an hour, twelve bandits who had no agglutination reaction were selected, and they were asked to clean their bodies and bring them to Jiang Yifeng.
Jiang Yifeng looked at the shivering bandit and said comfortingly: "Don't be afraid. As long as the blood transfusion is not too much, your life will not be in danger."
"I...we are not afraid."
A bandit gangster said with an unnatural smile.
"If your legs weren't shaking more than a man who fought in a brothel for three days, I would have almost believed your lies."
Jiang Yifeng joked in order to ease the tense atmosphere among these minions.
And when men are together, the topic they talk about most is women.
Therefore, when this topic started, other bandits couldn't stop talking.
"Sir, brothels are where rich men go. People like us can only visit brothels and cannot afford to go to brothels."
"I heard from the second boss that the skin of the girls in the brothel is like white jade, white, tender, and very moist."
"I also heard from the second master that it costs twenty taels of silver to go to a brothel and order the first card once."
"My God, two taels of silver is so damn expensive."
The bandit was nervous one second, but couldn't stop the next second, and his words were full of envy for the second master.
Hearing this, Jiang Yifeng sneered and said, "I can tell you responsibly that your second boss is lying to you. He has never been to a brothel at all."
Immediately, some of the minions objected, "It's impossible. The second master said he had been to a brothel."
"You believe what he said?"
Jiang Yifeng asked back.
"We don't believe in the second boss, how can we believe in you?"
That little guy didn't seem to be afraid of Jiang Yifeng anymore, and he argued with reason.
You can kill us, but you can't tarnish the brothel we long for.
"Hey, you really have to believe me."
As Jiang Yifeng spoke, he sat down swaggeringly and showed a smile that everyone knew. "You may not believe it, but I am a frequent visitor to the brothel. Those old madams are more excited to see me than to see the God of Wealth."
At this point, he paused and asked, "Do you know why I said that your second boss lied?"
"have no idea."
More than a dozen bandits shook their heads at the same time.
"Because two taels of silver are simply not enough to go to a brothel to get the top bill." Jiang Yifeng said with a serious expression: "The first time I went there, I spent a full twenty-two taels of silver, and I still couldn't sleep with the top bill."
"What?"
"Twenty-two taels of silver."
"Are those top cards inlaid with gold?"
As soon as these words came out, the bandits were shocked, and even asked about Jiang Yifeng's previous doubts.
After all, they, the low-level bandits, are no better than the low-level people of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and they are hungry most of the time.
"You guys know nothing. Can rich people play the same things as you?"
Jiang Yifeng rolled his eyes at the bandits who were only thinking with their lower bodies, with a look of contempt on their faces.
"It seems... makes some sense."
"I heard that the hoes used by the emperor to work in the fields are all made of gold."
"I also want to go to a brothel and experience what rich people do."
In the picture weaved by Jiang Yifeng, the bandits were lost, trying hard to imagine the beauty of the brothel in their minds.
Seeing this, Jiang Yifeng waved his hand and said: "Going to a brothel is not simple. When I have the opportunity, I will take you to the brothel and let the top brass serve you."
When they heard this, the bandits' eyes shone brightly, and they shouted "big brother" one after another.
These bandits don't have much loyalty at all. As long as they give more, they will betray their former boss without hesitation.
Although Jiang Yifeng is very shameful about this kind of behavior, it is a way of life for people at the bottom.
"Actually, if I were you, I would still be a bastard bandit."
At this moment, Jiang Yifeng said to them: "There is a village called Meicun on the outskirts of Su City. That village recruits hired workers all year round. You must be strong and powerful and go to Coal Village to work as hired workers!"
A young man asked: "I heard that the income of a hired worker is very low. The monthly salary is only a few hundred copper coins. It's still tiring."
Jiang Yifeng shook his head, "Hired workers in Coal Village can earn five taels of silver a month at most. How can they earn hundreds of copper coins?"
"Five taels of silver!"
The bandits were shocked again.
Because they risked their lives, they could not get even five taels of silver in a year.
Jiang Yifeng continued: "In addition to money, you also have to take care of food every day. The kind with meat, steamed buns and rice. If you perform well enough and are accepted by Coal Village and become a villager in Coal Village, you will also be given a house."
"Really or not, you're in charge of the food and you still have enough to eat, and there's also meat?"
"If I have a house and save a few months of money, wouldn't I be able to marry a wife?"
"Oh my God, I'm still a bastard bandit. I want to go to the coal village to work as a hired worker."
The bandits started shouting.
