Chapter 14 Blood transfusion

Cheng Chumo returned with his head hung low. His honest face was now filled with anger and sadness. The soldiers wanted to comfort him, but when they saw his bloodshot eyes, they sadly withdrew.

Yun Ye stood by the tub of potatoes, holding a small iron rake and loosening the soil for the potato seedlings. In his mind, he was not loosening the soil for the potatoes, but rather serving the tub full of copper coins. Every time he loosened the soil, it was as if he could hear the coins clinking. He was deeply immersed in a beautiful fantasy.

Five days ago, the potato sprouts finally broke through the soil. Two tender leaves were on the tip of the sprout, and the emerald green leaves proved that the plant was well nourished. Yun Ye also let go of his worries and specially drank three cups with Cheng Yaojin to celebrate.

After loosening the soil, he was about to wash his hands and enter the tent, but saw Cheng Chumo standing in front of the tent, his eyes full of pleading. The mud and blood stains were all over his armor, and his left arm was still bleeding faintly.

Yun Ye was shocked and grabbed his arm. The small knife in his right hand had already been used to open the sleeve, and a two-inch long cut was gushing blood. He quickly ran into the tent, took out the first aid kit, and made Cheng Chumo sit down, preparing to treat his wound. Cheng Chumo stopped Yun Ye, and after opening his mouth for a long time, he squeezed out a few words: “I’m fine, save my brother.” After saying that, he dragged Yun Ye forward and left.

Cheng Chumo’s brothers were in a terrible state. They had been stabbed nine times, and they were all heroes who had rolled several times on the battlefield. They had deliberately avoided the vital points when they were stabbed, otherwise they would have died long ago. Even so, they had lost too much blood and fallen into a coma. The military doctor kept shaking his head, saying that they had been seriously injured and there was no way to save them.

Yun Ye didn’t understand. It was just a case of excessive blood loss. After replenishing the blood, as long as there were no complications, he would be a lively hero again in a month or two. How could he not be saved? Besides, I still had anti-inflammatory medicine in my hands. At the beginning, I had to carry a lot of miscellaneous medicines because I was going to the chaos area to save people. I didn’t even have enough food for the captain’s bastard, otherwise I wouldn’t have run so far for water, and I wouldn’t have been able to return home to the Tang Dynasty.

With a plan in mind, I wasn’t panicking anymore. I put Cheng Chumo on a stool, took out the sutures and soaked them in alcohol to disinfect them, and used tweezers to clean the wound with cotton wool. Cheng Chumo didn’t react to the alcohol, and kept muttering to himself, “He took the knife for me. I should have taken these blows. I’m useless.”

Yun Ye also ignored him. After the wound was cleaned, he put on silk thread and stitched the wound. Cheng Chumo seemed to be self-harming and self-pitying, as if the flesh was not his own.

The physician next to him was shocked to see a young man sewing up his wound with a needle. He was about to stop him, but then saw the young man wave at him and come closer. The young man said, “Watch carefully. Next time you have a wound like this, after cleaning it, sew it up like this with a needle. It will help the wound to heal. Remember, use sheep intestines inside. That is, cut the sheep’s intestines, dry them, soak them in strong alcohol, and then you can use them. Use silk thread outside.” After he finished talking, he finished his work, took out Yunnan Baiyao, sprinkled it on the wound, wrapped it with a bandage, and did it with great skill. The doctor was somewhat convinced that the boy was a doctor.

Cheng Chumo seemed to come to life at this moment. He had just unconsciously pulled Yun Ye over, just wanting to find someone close to him to comfort him and take the pain away for him. This was a completely subconscious act. At this moment, seeing Yun Ye skillfully treating his wounds in a way he had never seen before, it gave him hope.

“Aye, save my brother, save my brother, you must have a way, you must have a way, right?”

“Of course I have a way. If nothing goes wrong, your brother will not die. In two months, he will be as good as new.”

The military doctor widened his eyes. If he hadn’t just seen Yun Ye treating the wound in an orderly manner, he would have yelled at him. He had never seen such a doctor. The injured man had lost too much blood and was now gasping for breath. If he couldn’t catch his breath, he would die. He was still talking nonsense, promising to save the injured man. Fortunately, he was lucky enough to survive and was just breathing heavily on the bed. Let’s listen to how he treated him. In my opinion, the injured man was 99% dead, so let him toss and turn.

“Will my brother be okay?” Cheng Chumo thought he had heard it wrong and quickly asked a follow-up question.

“When have I ever lied to you? If I say he won’t die, he won’t die. Get out of the way and don’t block me from saving him.”

After hearing this, Cheng Chumo ran behind Yun Ye, his eyes wide open, ready to see how Yun Ye would save the man. Yun Ye took out his cell phone and turned on the lighting function, shining the light on the victim’s pupil. Seeing that the pupil was still contracting, he sighed: this guy really has a strong vitality.

“I need blood now, human blood, to save this guy with your blood. Who is willing to give it up?”

The surrounding area suddenly became quiet. Everyone looked at each other, hesitated for a long time, and Cheng Chumo took a step forward with a clenched jaw: “Aye, use mine. After all, my life is also saved by three stops. Just consider it a life for him.”

Yun Ye’s eyes revealed an expression of uncontrollable admiration, and he couldn’t help but applaud Cheng Chumo in his heart: “Good man.”

He was about to explain that a blood transfusion would not kill anyone. But then he saw a large hand on Cheng Chumo’s neck: “I’m not dead yet. When will it be your turn? Yun, do you want the blood of your own people or human blood?”

No one noticed that Lao Cheng had stood in the doorway, fully armed, with a bloody sword in his hand. It seemed that he had just killed someone, and his murderous aura made Yun Ye almost unable to look him in the eye.

“Uncle, as long as the blood type is compatible, there is no problem.”

“Then take a look at these guys to see if they’re suitable.” Old Cheng pointed to seven or eight Qiang people tied up with ropes outside the door with a horizontal knife.

“Wait until I test the blood type.” Yun Ye took out two pieces of glass and a piece of light yellow test paper with five small squares divided into five colors. He put these two things in a tray, stuck a toothpick into the middle finger of the injured person, squeezed out some blood, and smeared it on the five small squares of the yellow test paper. He squeezed out another drop of blood and smeared it on the glass. He then took a toothpick and pricked his own middle finger, took a drop of blood and mixed it with the blood of the injured person. He then put the two pieces of glass together, slid them gently, and carefully observed them. After a moment, he had the result. The injured person was different from himself. He then looked at the test paper again. Only the blue A-type blood square changed color, and the others remained unchanged.

After confirming the blood type of the injured person, Yun Ye came to the Qiang people. The Qiang people did not understand what they were saying, and they instinctively felt that it was not a good thing, and they desperately retreated. Several burly men grabbed their hands and handed them to Yun Ye. At this time, Yun Ye felt that he was very much like a Japanese. After taking blood from each of them, he found that two of them had the same blood type as the injured person. He ordered the guards to wash the arms of these two guys clean. They were all greasy, and he didn’t want the injured person to die of a bacterial infection. The blindfolded Qiang people struggled desperately, but with the help of the guards, Yun Ye was able to stick the needle of the rubber tube into the blood vessel. Watching the blackish blood slowly flow into the injured man’s body, the injured man’s breath became longer and longer, and his lips began to turn a little blood red. The doctor touched the injured man’s pulse, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and his mouth opened wider and wider. Everyone in the tent, except for Lao Cheng and his son, looked at Yun Ye with increasing awe.

Zhuang San Ting came back to life, but the wound that had just stopped bleeding began to bleed again. Yun Ye took a tweezer and carefully cleaned the cotton with a tweezer. He didn’t want to leave a sequela after saving him with great difficulty.

The military doctor had become his assistant, and he sewed the wound with a needle in each hand. Although his hands were shaking, he managed to sew the wound in a crooked way with a deep and shallow stitch. After all, Zhuang Santing didn’t rely on his face to make a living, so he didn’t care about the quality of the stitching. It was rare to survive a disaster, so why be picky?

The Qiang people died not from blood loss, but from being scared to death. No one had any doubts about the Qiang people’s death, and even the kind-hearted military doctor only complained that the Qiang people’s urine and feces had stained the tent, as if the Qiang people’s lives were not even worth a tent.

Yun Ye didn’t use white medicine this time, after all, he brought too little. Zhuang San’s wound was too big, and it would be gone after using it twice or three times. The doctor used a wound-healing medicine to dress his wound. After picking up the wound-healing medicine and smelling it, he realized that it was quicklime mixed with some other herbs. Yun Ye didn’t understand what kind of herbs could still have an effect after reacting with quicklime. In Yun Ye’s impression, quicklime was either used to paint houses or to paint fruit trees to prevent insects, but he never thought it could also be used to paint wounds. He couldn’t help but blush at his own stinginess.

He took out a plate of cephalosporin and handed it to Cheng Chumo, telling him to take two pills at a time, three times a day. As for whether Zhuang San could survive the wound infection, it depended on fate.

Old Cheng’s eyes were so bright that they were frightening. Before Yun Ye could ask what had happened, he grabbed him by the arm, tucked him under his arm, turned his head and left, and while walking, he ordered his personal guards to bring Yun Ye’s medical supplies to the general’s tent. Cheng Chumo followed his father to the general’s tent after thinking about it.

“Can you borrow a life?” Old Cheng’s eyes were fixed on Yun Ye, so close that they were almost touching. Yun Ye turned his head with difficulty, not used to talking to people like this.

“No!” The question asked by Lao Cheng was too fantastic, and he had to deny it immediately, otherwise he would have to find another way to borrow his life again, and that would be a big problem.

“Why did you use a small tube to pump blood into the three-stop body, and when the three-stop body came to life, the Qiang people died? Isn’t this borrowing a life?” Cheng Chumo’s eyes were full of the raging flames of gossip.