Reborn in the Three Kingdoms, I stole Liu Bei's uncle

Sun Jian looked at Hua Xiong's long sword chopping down, with despair showing on his face. At this moment, an arrow shot towards him from a distance with a sound of breaking through the air like lightning.

When Hua Xiong heard the arrow coming at him fiercely, he quickly put away his sword and blocked the feather arrow. The sword and arrow collided, making a sharp hissing sound.

A young general on a white horse was galloping towards them in the woods.

"Zhao Zilong of Changshan is here, please don't harm General Sun's life."

Who is Zhao Zilong of Changshan? Hua Xiong was a little confused. He had never heard of him, but the arrow he shot just now was very powerful, so he must have some skills.

Hua Xiong was about to rush forward with his sword, but he saw the sound of horse hooves behind Zhao Zilong, as if a hundred riders were rushing towards them.

Originally, Hua Xiong wanted to kill Zhao Yun and then Sun Jian, but when he saw the cavalry coming in an endless stream, he was worried that they would rush over, so he turned his horse around and headed towards Hulao Pass.

Zhao Yun did not chase after him. He dismounted from his horse and helped Sun Jian up.

"General Sun, are you okay?"

Sun Jian looked ashamed.

"Thank you Zilong for saving my life. Sun is fine."

After saying this, he went to see Zu Mao lying on the ground. He was covered in blood, and there was a long and narrow knife wound where blood was flowing. Zhao Yun bandaged Zu Mao's wound and saw that he was breathing weakly, and it was obvious that his life was in danger.

"Why is General Zilong here?"

"I am here to meet the general on orders from the Emperor's uncle."

When Sun Jian heard this, he felt even more ashamed. It turned out that his uncle had told him that he should withdraw his troops when he was short of food and grass, otherwise Hua Xiong would attack and he would be defeated. It was a pity that he did not listen. His uncle calculated that he would not withdraw his troops, so he sent Zilong to wait here. If it were not for his uncle's wisdom, I would have become a ghost under Hua Xiong's knife.

The emperor's uncle's strategy had convinced him.

"The emperor's uncle is truly a god."

While the two were talking, Generals Cheng Pu, Huang Gai and Han Dang came with their men. Seeing that Zu Mao was seriously injured, they wanted to find a military doctor, but discovered that the doctor had already been killed. With no other choice, they could only take Zu Mao back to the allied tent.

At daybreak, Liu Yu just got up and heard a commotion outside the tent. He walked out of the tent and saw Sun Jian and others kneeling outside the tent, covered in blood.

Liu Yu walked up quickly and held Sun Jian.

"Why is Wentai like this?"

"Jian did not listen to the emperor's uncle's advice, which led to a disastrous defeat. Please punish him, emperor's uncle."

"Victory and defeat are common in the military. Why should you blame yourself, Master Wen? Please stand up quickly."

As he spoke, he helped Sun Jian up.

"How many casualties did the soldiers suffer?"

"Most of the soldiers were killed, and Darong was seriously injured. His life or death is unknown."

Huang Gai's voice rang out in the field.

"Uncle, if Yuan Shu had not refused to send us food and fodder, we would not have been defeated. Uncle, please help us with this matter."

"We will discuss this later. The most urgent thing is to save Darong first. Send for a military doctor quickly."

After a while, the military doctor came to Zu Mao. He looked him up and down for a moment and shook his head slightly. It was obvious that the situation was not optimistic.

Liu Yu observed Zu Mao's wound. Although the wound was long, it did not hurt his internal organs. The wound was bright red and not infected. If it happened in later generations, it would be just excessive blood loss. He would still be a lively man after receiving two bags of blood and resting for a few days. But in this era, it has become an incurable disease.

Blood type matching, blood transmission, disinfection, etc. are undoubtedly difficult problems in this era.

From a certain perspective, human reproduction and survival is a process of selecting the best from the best. Every person who can survive in this era is undoubtedly an outstanding one.

As soon as the military doctor said that there was no hope, Huang Gai and his men burst into tears. They had fought side by side with Zu Mao and had a deep relationship with him. Although they had sometimes boasted that there were loyal people buried everywhere in the green mountains, why should they return home wrapped in their horse's hide? But when this day really came, who could really let it go?

Sun Jian's eyes were red, and he shed heroic tears. He murmured, "Brother Darong, I have harmed you."

For a moment, low sobbing sounds were heard in the camp.

The man did not cry easily because he did not reach the sad spot.

Liu Yu stood there, countless fragments of future generations flashing through his mind, and suddenly he thought of a possibility.

He walked up to the military doctor and asked in a low voice.

The military doctor was in his early forties, with deep wrinkles on his forehead and gray hair. When he heard Liu Yu's words, the wrinkles on his face became deeper like ravines.

Blood transfusion to save lives? I have been a doctor for many years and have seen a lot. This statement is far more shocking than seeing aliens in the future.

The military doctor had a confused look in his eyes. Liu Yu's words to him were obviously beyond his understanding.

Looking at the military doctor's expression, Liu Yu knew that he found it difficult to accept what he had just said, and it was not his fault. If Liu Yu had not been so respected, he would have been driven out as a lunatic.

There was no other way. Since the theory didn't make sense, he could only ask about the tools needed during the operation. Although the military doctor was puzzled, he had a lot of tools in his hands, including knives, tweezers, and thin tubes.

These tools can be used barely, but the blood type issue still stumped Liu Yu. If the blood type does not match, forced blood transfusion will still result in no chance at all.

He thought about his past life, when he had type O blood, which is called universal blood. He just didn't know if his blood type had changed after coming to this era. No matter what, he could only try his best.

Even if the blood type is not right, the final result is nothing but death. Liu Yu thought about his future plans for Jiangdong and decided to take a gamble. If he wins, there is a chance that he can truly subdue the Jiangdong tiger. At the very least, he can make Zu Mao grateful. If he loses, the final result will be the same as now, Zu Mao will die.

He came before Sun Jian and briefly told him the situation. Sun Jian's eyes widened like bells.

He didn't understand what Liu Yu said, but he understood one thing clearly, that is, using this method to save Zu Mao might give him a glimmer of hope.

Sun Jian stopped crying and was about to bow again, but Liu Yu supported him and then gave the order.

Darong was carried into his own tent, and no one was allowed to enter except the military doctor.

After entering the tent, the military doctor began the disinfection work according to Liu Yu's instructions.

After a while, the tent was filled with the smell of alcohol.

After all the tools were boiled in boiling water countless times, the military doctor began to draw blood from his own body according to Liu Yu's instructions.

Looking at Liu Yu's outstretched arm, the military doctor's hand holding the knife began to tremble unconsciously.

In his eyes, is it true that someone of the emperor's uncle's status would use his own blood to save others?

After all, in this era, the hierarchy is strict, and no matter how respectful a person in a high position is, he will not joke with his own life.

The military doctor's forehead was covered with sweat before he even started operating. He raised his head and looked at the smile on Liu Yu's face before he slowly calmed down.

The knife gently cut open Liu Yu's fair skin, and bright red blood slowly flowed out along the thin tube. When the blood vessel reached the same amount, the military doctor helped Liu Yu stop the bleeding, and cut open Zu Mao's blood vessels according to the method Liu Yu said. This time he drew the knife cleanly and neatly, without a trace of hesitation.

Zu Mao was more like an animal in his hands than a human being. Liu Yu looked at the military doctor's clean and neat technique and nodded secretly. After all, there was a saying in later generations that only a doctor who does not treat people as human beings is a good doctor.