Just as Zhao Lei sold his reflector and made a lot of money and was very happy, the sound of crying and shouting from the south of the Taoist temple came from the south. Several people carried a patient into the Taoist temple quickly and came from the south. The ground was covered with blood, and the fresh bamboo fragrance in the air was covered with strong blood.

"What's wrong! What's wrong!" Seeing this, Zhao Lei hurried into the Taoist temple, separated the onlookers and looked into the hospital.

Under the ground in the hospital, a patient with blood all over his body was lying there without knowing his life and death. Tian Yan frowned and took the patient's pulse. Tian Lan had already begun to stop the bleeding of the patient. The golden needle and herbs still could not stop the blood flowing out of the patient's "bobo".

"What's going on? Why did he suffer such a serious injury?" Zhao Lei asked a man carrying the patient on the ground with bloody and bloody wounds on several places.

"When the hunter in Linyang Village was hunting with his companions, he met a blind bear. When he ran away, he fell off the cliff and became like this. The people crying beside him are his relatives!" The man was also from Linyang Village. He often came to Taoism to worship the doctors, so he recognized Zhao Lei. When Tian Lan called him Senior Brother Zhao Lei, he thought he was Tian Yan's apprentice, so he explained clearly to Zhao Lei.

Tian Lan obviously knew the strong man from Linyang Village who was seriously injured and said to Tian Yan with tears in his eyes: "Dad! What should I do if the golden needle and hemostatic medicine cannot stop the blood?"

Tian Yan obviously had no choice but to deal with the current situation. He frowned coldly and thought about the treatment plan.

Zhao Lei saw that the patient's blood was getting heavier and knew that if he delayed it, he might be helpless. He happened to have all kinds of disposable medicines and equipment for buying medicine, as well as a bundle of disinfected medical sutures, so he called the man who was just talking and ran to the warehouse to fight all the things he could use into the hospital.

"Master Taoist! I can stop bleeding from the patient, let me do it!" Zhao Lei looked at Tian Yan and said solemnly.

Life is at stake. At this time, it is no longer a question of whether Zhao Lei's Western medicine scalpel is good, but whether it can bring the patient back from the brink of death. Therefore, although Tian Yan did not trust Zhao Lei's family-born medical skills, he asked solemnly: "Are you sure?"

"Use a needle to suture the wound, and the wound area will be smaller, and then use golden needles and hemostatic drugs to stop bleeding. You are absolutely sure!" Zhao Lei nodded and said solemnly.

"Okay! Hurry!" Tian Yan said anxiously, time is life now.

Seeing Tian Yan nodding in agreement, Zhao Lei quickly squatted down and began to treat the patient urgently.

Several small wounds on the patient's body, under the influence of Tian Lan's golden needles and hemostatic drugs, had stopped the blood. There were only a large area of ​​the bed with bones deep inside, and were still bleeding.

Zhao Lei first used small tweezers to remove the stones deep in the wound, and then began to stitch the patient's wound.

To be honest, Zhao Lei has no experience or experience in independent surgery and treatment. All his experience comes from seeing others' emergency treatment in the hospital, as well as some descriptions in medical books at home.

Zhao Lei also has no experience or skill in suturing wounds. This kind of skill within the scope of medical skills is ugly and awkward under Zhao Lei's hands.

Four large-area wounds were sutured crookedly under Zhao Lei's thick hand, and then Tian Lan used golden needles and hemostatic drugs to stop bleeding, and finally stopped the patient's large-area bleeding.

Although the blood was stopped, the patient's condition was still dangerous. The patient with excessive blood loss was pale and his breathing became weaker and weaker. It seemed that even after stopping the bleeding, it would be difficult to survive the death.

"Dad! He has lost too much blood and he can no longer hold on." Tian Lan said loudly in a choked crying voice.

"Give the life-saving golden elixir!" Tian Yan shouted to a Taoist boy standing beside him.

When the Taoist boy heard Tian Yan's words, he ran back to the pharmacy in the back room of the Taoist temple like a flying.

"Do you have any of the patients' brothers and sisters here?" Zhao Lei also made plans for the next step and decided to give the patient a blood transfusion.

"I am!" "I am!" The two men and one woman stopped crying and stood up and said.

"Are you all the patients' brothers and sisters?" Zhao Lei asked again with certainty.

"Yes!" the three of them answered neatly.

"Okay! You guys prepare. If the Taoist priest's life-saving golden elixir cannot bring back your brother's lives, I need you to contribute your blood to save your brothers!" Zhao Lei said quickly.

"Contribute blood! Do you want to ask for the gods?" The oldest brother of the patient asked hesitantly when he heard Zhao Lei's words. The other two were also confused. They had never heard of this treatment method. They had only heard of those geniuses doing something about blood saving people, but the facts proved that those scammers were cheating on human lives.

"No! Inject your blood into your brothers' bodies to save your brother's lives!" Zhao Lei explained simply, and was still dismantling a whole set of blood transfusion vessels in his hand.

At this time, the little Taoist boy beside Tian Yan was already running back with a yellow brocade box in all directions.

Tian Yan took the yellow brocade box from the Taoist boy's hand, and after opening it, a golden pill as big as a longan was revealed. Zhao Lei, who was more than one meter away from him, could actually smell the strong fragrance of medicine emitted by the pill.

Zhao Lei looked at Tian Yan posing the patient's closed lips and stuffed the golden pill into the patient's mouth. He immediately asked Tian Lan beside him: "Junior sister! What is the life-saving golden pill made? What is the effect?"

"Thousand-year-old ginseng, Ganoderma lucidum, snow lotus, and Polygonum multiflorum are made of more than a dozen precious medicinal materials. They are mainly used to sacrifice, stimulate the potential of the patients, and allow the patients to survive the most critical stage. When the senior brother is seriously injured, he is rescued by this golden elixir!" Tian Lan explained carefully to Zhao Lei while looking at the patient.

The life-saving golden elixir was indeed a miraculous effect. After only half a minute of taking the golden elixir, a hint of blush began to appear on his pale face. Tian Yan, who helped the patient take his pulse, also breathed a sigh of relief: "The pulse has begun to stabilize, but he is too severely injured and has lost too much blood. It may be difficult for him to survive today!"

"Blood transfusion! Conduct blood transfusion immediately!" Zhao Lei said immediately after hearing Tian Yan's words.

"Blood transfusion! The human body's blood has died when it is light. There was a method of blood transfusion in ancient times, but there was no successful record of pulse transfusion in medical history. In the end, both of them died. Why do you want to ensure the safety of the patient? If you take the life of the blood transfusion in, you may be sued at that time." Tian Yan looked at Zhao Lei and scolded him.

Tian Yan just agreed to Zhao Lei's approach to suturing the wound was because the patient's wound was too big and he would definitely die if he could not stop the bleeding. It had no effect on others. Even if he failed, he could not blame Zhao Lei for his head.

However, the blood transfusion proposed by Zhao Lei now is not something that can be compared with the suture of wounds. The Song Dynasty has a clear rule that doctors must leave a prescription if they diagnose and save patients. If the prescription is different from the ancient prescription, the patient will be seriously ill or die, and the patient will be sued. In the mild case, they will be sentenced to jail, and in severe case, they will be beheaded and confiscated.

Now Tian Yan has agreed to Zhao Lei's proposal, and just wait for Zhao Lei to have land, so he asked Mr. De to come to propose marriage and find Liang Ri to marry. If Zhao Lei's blood transfusion is free, it would be fine if the patient died. After all, he is a dying person and no one is held accountable. However, if Zhao Lei is killed, he will definitely implicate Tian Lan and Taoist Temple. Therefore, Tian Yan will definitely not agree with Zhao Lei's blood transfusion opinion.

Hearing Tian Yan's words, Zhao Lei smiled bitterly and helplessly. He understood Tian Yan's concerns, but was very angry that Tian Yan's blood transfusion method compared with the low-level joke treatment method of Han and Tang Dynasty's blood transfusion method.

The method of blood transfusion of pulses is a very ignorant treatment recorded in the Han and Tang Dynasties. Some people in the Han and Tang Dynasties were ill or were seriously toxic or extremely toxic and could not be cured. Some people proposed the method of blood transfusion of pulses, which is to cut the wrists of the patient and an intact person, then press the two hands tightly together to allow the patient's blood to flow into the normal body, and then flow the normal blood into the patient's body. This is the most nonsensical method of blood transfusion of pulses. The result can be imagined that either the two people die of excessive blood loss or all of them are poisoned.

"I'm not talking about blood transfusions, but blood transfusions. They absolutely do not threaten other people's lives. Maybe they can save the patient's life!" Zhao Lei said loudly.

"There is absolutely no life danger, a joke for a child. I have been practicing medicine for decades, but I dare not say anything about diagnosis and treatment that is absolutely no life danger. How old are you, you actually say such a big talk!" Tian Yan looked at the anxious Zhao Lei and said coldly.

Zhao Lei knew that it would be difficult for him to convince Tian Yan, the old stubborn person, so he could only attack indirectly and start from the patient's family.

"You are all patients' brothers and sisters. Now the patients need blood transfusions. As long as each of you gives away a little blood, you can save your brothers. And it is not at all dangerous for you. Are you unwilling to watch your brothers leave like this?" Zhao Lei shouted to the patient's family members, two men and one woman.

The families of the three patients looked at Tian Yan, who had white eyebrows and then looked at the young Zhao Lei, and they all hesitated. It seemed that they all trusted Tian Yan very much and kept a suspicious attitude towards the unfamiliar Zhao Lei.

"No! The pulse is getting weaker and weaker!" Tian Lan, who took Tian Yan to continue taking the patient's pulse, exclaimed at this time.

Hearing Tian Lan's words, looking at the patient's angry look and about to be critically ill, Zhao Lei said loudly even more anxiously: "There will be no danger in blood transfusion. Zhao is here to guarantee his life. If one of you is in danger, Zhao will use his own life to be buried with him!"

Tian Yan kept staring at Zhao Lei. When he heard his words, he suddenly remembered that when he was young, he once contradicted his father to treat a patient. Although he failed in the end, he learned his lesson and eventually became a famous miracle doctor in the entire Chengdu Prefecture. Seeing Zhao Lei now, he seemed to see his past self, as impulsive, reckless and unwilling to admit defeat.
Chapter completed!