"Virtuous nephew, your father's illness, only you have the idea." Ximen Zhongxiong sighed lightly, and his eyes fell on Zhao Hengmei's body.

"If you provoke or not, Brother Zhao will definitely die, if it is cured, at least there will be three or four percent hope. The old man believes in Shaojun's medical skills and ethics, but Brother Zhao is your father, so only you make the decision. ”

Zhao Hengmei, whose face changed several times, looked at his father's haggard face, and the weak moaning sound came into his ears from time to time, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes. "Please also ask the virtuous brother to help."

"In that case, the younger brother must do his best. Someone is coming, hurry up and change General Zhao's clothes and disinfect, and prepare to go into the operating room for surgery. Duan Shaojun nodded, turned to the senior brothers, and commanded.

"Surgery? …… That virtuous brother, can I always follow my father? Zhao Hengmei couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat, and hurriedly stepped forward to pull Duan Shaojun, who was about to do the disinfection work, and said with an urgent expression.

Seeing Duan Shaojun's puzzled gaze, Zhao Hengmei gritted his teeth and said with tears in his eyes. "Even if I can't be cured, I don't want my father to be by his side when he leaves......"

"Okay, come with me, I also need you to help me and encourage your father to ......" Duan Shaojun nodded movingly and strode forward.

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Preparing for surgery is an extremely complicated and arduous job, and in order to cope with the various sequelae brought about by the operation, Duan Shaojun even prepared five blood donors after blood type matching to deal with possible consequences such as heavy bleeding.

When all the preparations were ready, Zhao Gang, the decisive Jinghai general, lay on the operating table with his eyes closed, and his left arm was fixed on a brace alone.

Duan Shaojun took a deep breath. He stretched out his right hand to the side. "Scalpel No. 1...... Hemostat and gauze ......"

When a certain degree of muscle tissue is removed. The yellow-white pus-tinged pus. Almost like a spring, it spewed out directly, and it happened to spray on Duan Shaojun's surgical gown.

The strong stench made everyone in the operating room frown. "Senior brother, do you want me to change it for you?"

Duan Shaojun looked down at the pus and blood on his body. "It's not time yet, it's important to save people, gauze...... Brine ......"

As time passed, Zhao Hengmei stood beside him, staring at all this blankly, but he didn't dare to move. For fear of disturbing Duan Shaojun and those white-clothed monks to treat their father.

After two pillars of incense, in Zhao Hengmei's feeling, it seemed that ten years had passed, when the white-clothed monk next to him brought a metal plate, and in the plate, there was an arrow with pus and blood, Zhao Hengmei was so excited that he almost cried.

"Xian, brother Xian, how is my father?" Even through the mask, Zhao Hengmei's excited voice was still enough to echo in the operating room.

"Not yet. If you're okay, stay out of my way. Do you want your dad to live? Duan Shaojun glared at this guy angrily and continued to start the follow-up work of cleaning the abscess.

"Senior brother, there is a lot of blood, what should I do?" A masked senior brother next to him glanced at the large bucket full of the mixture of pus and blood and normal saline, lowered his voice and asked Duan Shaojun in a low voice.

"I'm sorry for you to tell Senior Brother that you need three hundred milliliters of plasma." Duan Shaojun replied after taking a look.

"Three hundred milliliters? Got it. The masked senior brother, who was responsible for the nurse in the operating room, nodded, walked quickly to the door of the operating room, and nodded at the senior brother. Big brother, you need three hundred milliliters of plasma. ”

"Understood, wait a minute." After hearing this, Senior Brother Jianyin nodded, and then nodded at the three blood transfusions who had already been prepared. I took out a large syringe of 100 milliliters.

Everyone watched blankly as the thick needle slowly drew blood after it pierced into the blood vessel. Not far away, there were two members of the Li Mansion who rushed over with them, and they couldn't help muttering with pale faces. "It's not going to drain people's blood from something so coarse, is it?"

"Don't worry, the total amount of blood in everyone's human body accounts for about seven to eight percent of their body weight, how can this brother have one hundred and four-five, such a body type, at least nearly five thousand milliliters of blood, so, only three hundred milliliters need to be drawn, how can it be possible to drain people?" After hearing the discussion between the two, a senior brother next to him couldn't help but turn his head and explain.

"This, how much blood can this person have, can you all calculate? It can't be a big human experiment, right? One of the Li Mansion family members not only did not suddenly become abrupt, but his little face was like a layer of lime, and he became more and more pale.

"You...... Amitabha, this benefactor is talking nonsense, we are monks, how can we do such a hurtful thing? The monk just made this old man roll his eyes, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, glared at the thing stupidly, and decided not to bother with this kind of uneducated person.

I completely forgot that when Duan Shaojun explained blood pathology to them not long ago, he and a senior brother didn't ask a bunch of stupid questions.

Soon, the first syringe was handed to the senior brother who was acting as a nurse, and after sterilizing it with liquor and salt water, it began to be injected slowly into the blood vessels.

Seeing that the needle was carefully inserted into the blood vessels, and after the blood returned, this senior brother also breathed a sigh of relief, you know, in order to practice this trick, many senior brothers have poured blood mold.

On average, each senior brother has received at least five or six stitches, which is the ability to practice, and this is still the main vein between the elbows, if it is other blood vessels, the success rate of one-time penetration will not exceed thirty percent.

"The body temperature is normal, the pulse is normal...... "After slowly pouring the effort of the tea, he subconsciously turned his head to look at the other masked monk who had been taking the pulse professionally. The senior brother immediately reported the information he needed.

He breathed a sigh of relief and continued to slowly inject plasma into his veins.

When the three tubes of plasma were slowly pushed into Zhao Gang's body, Duan Shaojun's operation was finally coming to an end, and the final sutures began.

Duan Shaojun first threw the surgical gown on his body that was sprayed with pus and blood into the wooden basin next to him, and after washing his hands, he walked out of the operating room.

Seeing Duan Shaojun come out, Ximen Zhongxiong, who had been waiting outside the operating room for more than an hour, stepped forward first. "How?"

"The operation was quite successful, this is the arrow stuck in his left arm......" Duan Shaojun pointed to the tray in the hand of the senior brother who came out from behind his buttocks and said.

Looking at the rusty arrowhead, Ximen Zhongxiong couldn't help but gasp. "That's what kind of sepsis caused Brother Zhao to suffer?"

"Yes, this is it."

"Then when will Brother Zhao recover?" After sighing with empathy, Ximen Zhongxiong glanced at the operating room, couldn't see any movement, and asked Duan Shaojun in a low voice.

"It's up to him, if all goes well, he should be able to wake up tomorrow morning." Duan Shaojun moved his legs, which had already been numb when he stood up, and explained patiently.

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"Master, why are you here too?" Before Duan Shaojun could disperse Renjun, he saw Shizun walking towards the backyard with an anxious face.

"The teacher is here to visit old friends, how about it, then Zhao Gang is fine, right?" The dream abbot stepped forward and asked with concern.

"Just after the operation, the arrow was removed, and the internal abscess cavity has been cleared. Although General Zhao's situation looks good now, he has not yet come to his senses, let alone a three-day observation period, and everything is not accurate. Duan Shaojun didn't want to ruin his master's interest, but the rigor of medicine still allowed him to tell the truth.

"In other words, the operation was a success, right?" The abbot of the dream asked angrily after rolling his eyes.

Duan Shaojun nodded. "It can be said that it is quite successful, but everything is ......" Duan Shaojun had not finished speaking, and the sound behind him directly attracted Shizun and Ximen Zhongxiong. (To be continued......)