Xiao Mountain was about an hour away from the barracks.
However, due to his eagerness to save Niu Xiaohu, coupled with Yuchi Gong's valiant horsemanship, his unusually cold expression, and the fact that Zhang Feng was sitting behind the horse, the crowd from afar consciously opened up a path for them. Soon, the two of them arrived at the barracks. Zhang Feng entered the barracks under Yuchi Gong's roar and saw the dying Niu Xiaohu.
At this moment, Niu Xiaohu's face was as pale as paper. This was obviously a sign of excessive blood loss. Zheng Feng looked at Niu Jianhu speechlessly. Then, he looked at the doctor who was using quicklime to stop Niu Jianhu's bleeding. He asked, "Is there anything to replenish blood here?"
From the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, he was a military doctor. Even Yuchi Gong had to treat him politely in the army. When he saw a young man approaching, he wanted to scold him, but when he saw that it was Yuchi Gong standing beside him, he answered honestly, "Yes, there is." “
Without waiting for Zhang Feng to speak, Yuchi Gong roared, "Since there is, why don't you go and prepare it?"
What could the doctor say?
He hurriedly ordered two of his disciples to prepare the herbs to replenish the blood.
The doctor felt a little strange. Why was General Yuchi so polite in front of this young man? However, he also knew that this was not the time to ask. He could not ask. If he angered this fiend, it would be a different matter whether he could leave this place alive today.
After Zhang Feng asked the doctor to leave, he took out alcohol from the first aid kit and a disinfectant bowl. He poured some alcohol into the bowl and soaked the dagger that Shiva had given him in it. Then, he took out a pair of scissors and asked for a lighter. With a bang, he lit the alcohol and carefully baked the scissors in the alcohol. Only then did he carefully cut all the cloth on Niu Jianhu's broken leg. Even though Zhang Feng was already mentally prepared, he still could not help but feel nauseous when he saw Niu Jianhu's miserable state.
He could not help but feel nauseous. His face turned pale. At least three centimeters of the bone stubble was exposed. The fracture was still fine. There were no fragments or mud. However, the blood on the wound had already soaked the bed and soft mattress under Niu Jianhu's body. The blood had already flowed down the soft mattress and into the yellow soil on the ground. At this moment, the soft mattress had become muddy. The tent was filled with a pungent smell of blood.
Zhang Feng could not care less. He knelt in the pool of blood as if he was making an extremely exquisite piece of art. He used a pair of small scissors that no one had ever seen before to slowly clean the leg hair and dried blood scabs on Niu Jianhu's leg. His other hand held an iron clamp with a ball of cotton. From time to time, he would dip the cotton into the bowl filled with the smell of alcohol and wipe it. This continued for a very long time. It was only when all the dirt on Niu Jianhu's right leg had been cleaned that Zhang Feng noticed his wound. Liu Jianhu's wound was obviously caused by a rapid fracture when he leaned back. This kind of wound was very difficult to treat and required surgery.
On the way here, Zhang Feng had thought a lot. If the bone was broken but did not pierce through the flesh, then it would be fine. He only needed to make a plaster splint and lie down for two months to recover. However, at this moment, this was a little uncertain. After all, just as he had thought earlier, he was not a serious doctor.
He was only a dabbler and only knew a little about physiology. At this moment, he could not care about anything else. After all, Niu Jianhu's leg was still bleeding. This was the most fatal point. If the blood loss was serious, even if his leg was reconnected, this kid would not be able to keep his life.
At this moment, Li Chengqian hurried into the tent with Sun Simiao. As soon as they entered, Sun Simiao hurriedly put down the medicine box in his hand and squatted beside Zhang Feng. He looked at Niu Jianhu's leg and then looked at Zhang Feng. He asked, "Do you think he can still be saved?"
Zhang Feng nodded heavily. "I'm going to reconnect his bones!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone present was greatly shocked.
Reconnect bones.
This kid actually said that he was going to reconnect Commandant Niu's bones?
They had only heard of Guan Yu, Guan Yunchang, the Divine Doctor Bianque, who had scraped his bones to treat his injuries. However, they had never heard of anyone who could connect bones in such a manner. Everyone knew that if one wanted to connect bones, one would have to cut open the flesh …
Sun Simiao opened his mouth to ask, but in the end, he did not ask anything. He only asked, "Are you confident?"
How confident was he?
Zhang Feng did not answer Sun Simiao's question. Instead, he asked, "Can you help him stop the bleeding? If it continues to flow like this, even if his leg is reconnected, he may very well die from excessive blood loss.
Sun Simiao pondered for a moment. He seemed to recall the book that Zhang Feng had given him. There was indeed such a record in it. He did not waste any time. Imitating Zhang Feng, he took out a large handful of silver needles and stuffed them into Zhang Feng's bowl of alcohol that was still emitting flames. He skillfully inserted needles all over Niu Jianhu's body.
After a moment, a perfectly fine person's body exploded like a hedgehog. Niu Jianhu also seemed to be in pain. Although he was unconscious, he still let out painful groans.
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