023 Blood draw
This woman is really crazy.
Lan Jiuqing's eyes were wide open. At this time, this woman was still in a mood to worry about her precious hair. It was really...
Lan Jiuqing looked at the roof in silence. He began to doubt Su Wenqing's words and his own judgment.
Is this Feng Qingchen really different? Can he really save him? Is he desperate and trying all kinds of methods?
Maybe Feng Qingchen is really different from others, but that should also be a different kind of stupidity, right?
Feng Qingchen ignored Lan Jiuqing. After fixing his hair, he took the anesthetic and injected it when Lan Jiuqing was not paying attention.
The thin needle pierced his skin, and the cold liquid shot into his body along the needle. Lan Jiuqing moved, dodged it reflexively, and reached out to hit Feng Qingchen at the same time.
Feng Qingchen was well prepared. She held down Lan Jiuqing alone and moved her upper body to the side, barely avoiding the attack.
Then he said seriously and solemnly: "Don't move, I won't hurt you. Since you choose to find me, then trust me and give your life to me. You won't regret it."
As a doctor, she has this confidence and must have this confidence. Only when doctors have the confidence to save lives will the injured have the confidence to hold on.
"Don't try to be clever. I have a thousand ways to make you live a life worse than death." Under Feng Qingchen's serious tone, Lan Jiuqing cooperated and remained quiet.
Soon, the anesthetic was injected. Feng Qingchen put the syringe into his sleeve, looked at Lan Jiuqing, and counted silently in his heart.
ten……
Nine……
eight……
…
"What... did you hit me with?" Lan Jiuqing asked harshly, but no matter how he listened, he felt that the momentum was lacking.
There was no way. Lan Jiuqing was lying on the ground, unable to move. The anesthetic had taken effect. His consciousness began to become blurred and he could no longer concentrate.
"Ma Fei San." Feng Qingchen said cooperatively, looking like he was being a good boy.
"Impossible." Lan Jiuqing denied it without even thinking.
In order to avoid being poisoned, he has been fed various drugs and poisons since he was a child. His resistance to poisons and drugs is a hundred times stronger than that of ordinary people. Ma Fei San has no effect on him at all.
"This is an improved version, with a stronger potency and better effect. Don't glare at me, Su Wenqing is still here, and my life is in your hands. Don't worry, I dare not do anything to you. I gave you Ma Fei San for your own good.
The wound on your body is on your chest. When I dig out the arrowhead, if you move even a little, your life may be in danger. Since I am saving you, I must save you to the end and will never allow anything to happen to you." Feng Qingchen said with great righteousness.
Only she herself understood that she was afraid. She was afraid that the masked man would see her "weird" healing methods, mistake her for a witch, and burn her.
In order to prevent such a thing from happening, she had no choice but to inject Lan Jiuqing with the highest dose of anesthetic.
That dose of anesthetic is enough to stun an elephant.
She just didn't believe that Lan Jiuqing could handle it.
Humph, I let you act cool and I let myself go wild, and it can be done with just one shot of anesthesia.
Feng Qingchen looked a little evil.
"Woman, you are looking for death." Lan Jiuqing was furious. He mobilized his internal strength, broke through the suppression of the troublesome medicine, picked up the sword beside him, and attacked Feng Qingchen regardless of his injuries.
Fortunately, Feng Qingchen was alert and jumped quickly, standing close to the wall.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't mess around, I'm not from Xiamen University..."
Lan Jiuqing was already seriously injured, and with the anesthetic taking effect, he was powerless.
With a clang, the sword fell beside him and he collapsed to the ground, unable to move.
Feng Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest to comfort his frightened heart, and said seriously:
"I don't mean to hurt you. As a doctor, I have my sense of responsibility and principles. You can rest assured that I will never joke with a patient's life."
Lan Jiuqing didn't believe it at all and tried to raise the sword in his hand.
Feng Qingchen smiled in shock and said quickly, "Don't move. If you tear the wound and die from excessive bleeding, I will definitely not be responsible."
As a doctor, she hates patients who don't care about their lives the most.
If you don't care about your own life or death, how can you expect the doctor to save you?
Besides, Feng Qingchen's medicine was so precious and unique in this time and space. Once it was used up, it would be gone. She gave it to him out of kindness, but he was still complaining.
Humph, what a waste of medical resources!
Feng Qingchen saw that Lan Jiuqing's eyes had lost focus, and a hint of pride flashed in his eyes.
No matter how crazy or arrogant you are, everyone is equal in front of the doctor.
three……
two……
Feng Qingchen counted silently in his heart.
one……
fall.
Boom...
"Feng Qingchen, I will remember you." Lan Jiuqing said gritting his teeth before falling into coma.
Even though he was extremely unhappy, he couldn't resist the effect of the medicine and passed out.
"Finally fell." Feng Qingchen shook his head: "The stronger the man, the more troublesome he is. I hate dealing with guys like you who look difficult to deal with at first glance."
Feng Qingchen stepped forward and checked carefully with the help of the light of the night pearl. Only after confirming that Lan Jiuqing was really unconscious did she breathe a sigh of relief.
While Su Wenqing was not there, Feng Qingchen pressed a button lightly to activate the smart medical kit.
The smart medical kit began to scan Lan Jiuqing's entire body.
“Beep, beep…”
Soon, the smart medical kit displayed the test results, and Feng Qingchen looked down to check.
The smart medical kit showed that the man was in perfect health, had no other illnesses, and had no history of genetic diseases.
The wound is three millimeters away from the left heart and needs to be treated as soon as possible, otherwise there will be a risk to the patient's life. At the same time, the smart medical kit reminds that the patient's body temperature is too high and to pay attention to wound inflammation.
"The injury is not serious. It looks like it will just be a minor operation." Feng Qingchen's uneasy heart finally settled down.
She knew very well that if she didn't treat the wound of the man in black and silver, Su Wenqing would definitely kill her.
He stood up and listened against the wall of the stone chamber. After making sure that Su Wenqing had not returned, Feng Qingchen took out equipment from the smart medical kit and drew blood for Lan Jiuqing.
The test results came out very quickly. Lan Jiuqing was type O blood. Feng Qingchen didn't have to worry at all that this man would die from lack of blood.
The patient's blood type is very important. If the test results show that Lan Jiuqing has the extremely rare RH negative blood type, she will want to die.
It’s not that Feng Qingchen likes to fantasize, but she has encountered such a thing before.
During the war in Afghanistan, she once removed a bullet from a soldier. The operation went very smoothly, but the soldier still died.
The cause of death was: excessive blood loss.
That soldier had RH negative blood type, and the blood bank did not have this blood type in stock. And among the 30,000 soldiers in the entire barracks, not a single one had RH negative blood type. They could only watch helplessly as that soldier's life slipped away...
At that moment, Feng Qingchen, who was used to seeing life and death, tied the knot of the operation with tears in her eyes.
A young life was lost because of 400CC of blood.
Therefore, when Feng Qingchen saw Lan Jiuqing's test results, she was glad that this man would not lose his life because of his blood type problem.
Looking at Lan Jiuqing lying motionless on the ground, Feng Qingchen murmured:
"You know what? You are really lucky. Your wound is only 3 millimeters away from your heart. Even the most skilled Chinese medicine practitioner would not dare to do it.
In ancient times when medical technology was backward, the mortality rate for this kind of injury was 80%. You are lucky to have met me, otherwise you would only have a 20% chance of surviving. It’s not that Chinese medicine is bad, but that Chinese and Western medicine are good at different things, and Western medicine is better at treating external injuries.”
At this moment, there was a very light sound of footsteps. Feng Qingchen knew that Su Wenqing was coming, so he immediately stuffed the relevant medical equipment back into the smart medical bag, squatted beside Lan Jiuqing, and pretended to be busy...