After some words, Mu Shun finally figured out that it was a false alarm, and the unfortunate thing of killing two leaders in a row did not happen. But Fuquan really should cry, because the person who happened was his closest relative. Fuquan's younger brother Fushun, who is still an adult, is now dying.

While Goxinga was warming up shirtless in the trenches, the Taiping artillery entered the village for the last time and blew up a house. This should have had nothing to do with Fushun, who was working in the miscellaneous team, but unfortunately Fushun was helping to care for the wounded at the time. After the whole miscellaneous team withdrew into the cellar, Fu Shun happened to go to the house to retrieve the medicine gauze that had been stored before, and then he won the jackpot. Although he was not hit by the shell, the collapsed beams hit him and he was buried in the rubble.

To be precise, Fushun's injuries were not particularly serious, but the miscellaneous team hid in the cellar, and the others followed Guoxing's charge, so no one found him for a long time. The buried Fushun called for help and no one cared about it, so he could only lie on his stomach among the bricks and tiles, and this lie down until Guoxing's triumphant return.

It wasn't until the Qing army, which had returned from victory, began to tidy up its garrison that someone found Fushun, who was pale and dying. Although the medical soldiers tried their best to save this person, Fushun's breath was still getting weaker and weaker. Of course, if he is critically ill, he must notify his family as much as possible, and Xishou hurriedly sent someone to inform Fuquan to see his brother for the last time.

Xishou is also so anxious that he stomps his feet, Fushun is not comparable to others. The three brothers of the Zhang family are all the sons of the Guoxing family, and they are the same as Guoxing's family. Fuquan and Fushun grew up with Guo Xing'a, and their relationship was extraordinary. With such a person under him, he is the leader and there are people around him, which is a lot of help for him to figure out Guo Xing's intentions. And having this kind of neighbor by Guoxing's side to speak to himself is much less labor-saving than tossing himself. But who would have thought that the handy team, which has always claimed to have been unscathed in a hundred battles, was Fushun the first person to fall. How can I explain to the Zhang brothers! My brother had an accident under you, how to say this, if you don't get the friendship to end, Liang Zike will end it.

The messenger not only brought back Fuquan, but even Guo Xing'a, who was holding a cannon*. Fu Quan didn't even look at Xi Shou, and pounced on Fu Shun and began to cry. The appearance of beating his chest and staggering his feet, anyone who sees it is sad. They all came out to work hard, and they couldn't say that they would lie here that day, and there would be a relative who would cry for themselves at that time?

"Except for howling and mourning, that is, mourning howling, people are not dead!" The eager Guo Xing'a kicked Fuquan away, and then carefully began to examine Fushun's injuries like a doctor.

"Master!" For the first time in his life, Fuquan, who was already crying and red-eyed, had the idea of fighting against Guo Xing'a, and screamed viciously. Several comrades-in-arms from the guard squad saw that Fu Quan was wrong, and hurriedly stepped forward to hold Fu Quan and covered his mouth at the same time. Fuquan, who fainted from crying, would be in trouble if he said something.

Guo Xing'a, who was busy removing the gauze, didn't pay attention to Fuquan at all, but carefully examined Fushun's wound. Fushun is Fuquan's younger brother, but in some ways, Fushun is currently more important to Guoxinga.

"Wu Xiuming, what's going on! He's not badly injured! How did it come to this? Guo Xing'a found that although Fushun's wound was not shallow, it was injured on his thigh, and he didn't understand how it could be like this.

"My lord, Fushun's injury is not serious, but it was too late to find out. He was buried in a collapsed house, and when he found him covered in blood. Wu Xiuming said helplessly.

"How many?" Guo Xinga is a little weak-hearted.

"The clothes were all soaked, and there was a big mess on the ground, and the ground was full of blood." Wu Xiuming shook his head.

"Lost too much blood!" Goxinga bit her lip. Fushun must have been cut in the vein, and he kept struggling inside, and the bleeding never stopped, resulting in excessive blood loss.

"Yes, there is too much blood, and this is also the case with Commander A and a few wounded!" Mr. Wu has been worried about Acton.

"Acton too?" Gohina remembered the bloodstain left behind by Acton's departure.

"It's not that serious, but it's frighteningly white." Wu Xiuming is now very angry that his medical skills are not good.

Guoxing sighed and stopped talking, too much blood loss was easy to save, just a blood transfusion. Guo Xing'a also made needles and other items before, but Guo Xing'a can't distinguish blood types. I haven't done experiments before, and rejection can also kill people. But if you don't do it now, Fushun is a matter of a few hours, and even if Acton doesn't die, it is estimated that he will have to raise it for half a year.

"Xishou, bring me the silver needle I asked you to get last time or something." Goxinga decided to have a blood transfusion to save lives.

Xishou hurriedly ran to the cellar and took out a delicate wooden box, opened it and took out a few slender silver needles, and took out a silver tube. Others looked at it as just a silver needle and a silver tube, but in fact, this was a syringe made by a blacksmith in Goxing Agen.

At first, it took a lot of effort to make a few silver needles, and Guo Xing'a, who had no skilled craftsmen, did not think about building syringes at all, and he was going to use animal internal organs as catheters. But after killing a few chickens and taking out the intestines and bladder, Guo Xing'a was speechless. After washing it a few times, it still smells strange, and it must not be poisoned after blood transfusion! Xishou came up with the idea of scalding it with boiling water again, but not only did the taste become bigger, but the intestines also hardened, and there was no way to use it at all.

Guo Xing'a, who has no rut, can only turn around and get a syringe again, in fact, it is not complicated, it is a small number of ancient fire-fighting water dragons. But the problem of poor contact is that it can't be solved, and the needle can't be fitted. After more than two months of tinkering, I finally came out with such a guy, and the needles could be installed and bolused, but it still leaked. Goxing Anna tried water, and a pipe of water can leak out one-tenth of it. Guo Xing'a can only grit his teeth and stomp his feet, make do with it!

The scale is also a problem, in case there is too much pumping, it is not worth saving one to lie down. Guo Xing'a tried it with water, and one pound of water is 500 milliliters, and the syringe can hold more than one or two halves at a time, about 80 milliliters. Therefore, one person can smoke ten tubes at most, and any more will cause an accident.

The syringe was detoxified with alcohol, and it was time to draw blood. But the question arises again, who is pumping! The ancients attached great importance to blood, and it was not okay to put some blood casually. It stands to reason that it was Fuquan's brother who had the accident, and he should have taken Fuquan. But the blood types of the brothers are not necessarily the same, the two brothers have completely different personalities, and the blood type is estimated to be enough.

"Wu Xiuming, come! Pump mine! "Guo Xing'a is to set an example, and second, he feels that he has a strong sense of purpose, boldness, and enthusiasm, in short, they are typical characteristics of type O blood, and it is estimated that he is type O blood. It is a universal blood type that can be used in an emergency, at least it will not let Fushun hang up because of rejection.

"Huh!" Wu Xiuming, who participated in Guoxing's scientific research after being captured, of course played with the syringe with Guoxing'a.

Seeing that Wu Xiuming was about to tie Guoxing with a tube with a needle, a group of soldiers from the guard squad went up and took down Wu Xiuming's medical officer, and confiscated Wu Xiuming's murder weapon for assassinating the chief.

"What are you doing?" Guo Xing'a looked at his guards inexplicably.

"My lord, this traitor intends to harm your lord! Whether or not to correct the Fa immediately! Han Yu stepped on Wu Xiuming's head and made Wu Xiuming gnaw a mouthful of mud.

"Nonsense, let go of Doctor Wu, we are going to save Fushun." Goxinga said angrily.

"My lord, this traitor wants to hurt you with this murder weapon!" Han Yu raised the syringe and said.

"That's not a murder weapon, it's a syringe, it's designed by Lao Tzu!" Goxinga's head is full of black lines.

"Save Fushun, why did he stab you?" Han Yu was a little blindsided.

"Fushun is not enough blood, he is pumping my blood to Fushun, you fucking let him go, he will be suffocated for a while!" Goxinga has been particularly disgusted with his loyal subordinates lately.

Han Yu and the others hurriedly let go of Wu Xiuming, but Wu Xiuming, who was helped up, already had a nosebleed all over his mouth.

"My lord, you can't use your blood to save people! You're a daughter! "When Cezanne and Xiande heard that something had happened to Fushun, they also came to visit. As soon as he arrived, he heard that Guo Xing'a was going to bleed, and hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade him.

"Master, draw my blood!" Hearing that his younger brother was saved, Fuquan rushed over and knelt at Guoxing's feet.

"My lord, smoke ours!" The fighters of the guard squad also stepped forward.

"My lord, smoke your subordinates!" Xishou also hurried out to draw blood, he didn't dare to draw blood, but he just came out to show it. Anyway, there are so many people, and it is his turn there.

Guo Xing'a was also a little shaken for a while, the Manchus have a lot of blood type O, and he also heard about it, and there is no basis at all. In case of a mistake, Fushun is basically finished. But only God knows what blood type these people are.

"Let's drip blood! Xishou, go get some light salt water! "Goxinga wants to do an experiment and see if you have luck. In ancient times, it was basically unreliable to recognize relatives by blood, but the ability of relatives to be fused, and the ability of outsiders to be fused, may be related to blood type, try your luck and give it a try!

Xishou hurriedly went to get some salt water and came back and divided it into several bowls. Wu Xiuming took some of Fushun's blood and dripped a drop in each bowl one by one. After that, Goxinga himself took the lead, and everyone dripped blood in the bowl in turn. There are no two small blood balls rolling in the bowl, both of which are a bowl of blood at first, and then slowly turn into a bowl of red blood. As soon as the result came out, everyone was stupid, because everyone's blood and Fushun's couldn't be blended, and Fuquan's couldn't, but Guoxing'a's blood and Fushun's were fused together.

The faces of everyone below Saishana were so wonderful that they were all about to faint. Guo Xing's hand, everyone has never seen or heard of it, this is the routine of dripping blood to recognize relatives. Fuquan and Fushun can't be fused, but Guoxing's can be fused, which is also too strange. Fushun and Guo Xing'a are similar in age, both are teenagers and half-olds, and neither of them can be anyone's father. Then there is only one possibility, they are real brothers. It seems that Lao Zuoling has not only seven masters, but also another one. Fushun is the son of the Guoxing family, and it's hard to say what happened in a house! And Guoxing Ati didn't mention Fuquan, he was going to draw his own blood when he came up, could it be that the amnesiac fifth master still remembered his younger brother.

"Don't think about it!" Looking at everyone's wonderful faces, Guo Xing'a also reacted, this is a scandal.

"No, no!" Everyone said no, but there was a strange smile on their faces.

"Minions are useless, minions should be damned! The minions didn't protect you! The slave deserves death! Xishou was even more exciting, and he howled on the side of Fushun's bed, and actually called himself a minion.

Fuquan didn't cry anymore, his face turned miserable and pale, shaking like a sheep madman, as if he would faint at any time.

"I'll fuck you uncle!" Guo Xinga looked at his subordinates helplessly.