A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Seeing Song Qinghan nodding, Shu Luo, who was already ready, aimed directly at the arrow on the general's body, and quickly "clicked" a few times, cutting off all those hideous branches.

No matter how fast and careful you are, there will be some vibrations during the cutting process, and the general's injuries are relatively sensitive, so there are naturally more pain points, but from the beginning to the end, the expression on the general's face is the same. There was no change, as if he had fallen asleep, but Song Qinghan looked at the obvious rise and fall of his chest and knew that he was still awake, so he couldn't help feeling a little admiration for him.

Seeing that he had no other choice but to hug the general's head, the military doctor leader felt a little unwilling, but when he saw Shu Luo's movements, his unwillingness turned into happiness.

After Song Qinghan saw that Shu Luo was finished, he nodded slightly and boasted for the first time: "Not bad."

The reason why Shu Luo was asked to do it instead of him himself was because the intensity of the operation was too high. If all the movements were done by him alone, it would be a huge project. The second reason was that, Even if it were him, there was no guarantee that he would be able to do better than Shu Luo.

This is Shu Luo's talent, which he cannot envy, so why not make good use of it?

As soon as Shu Luo finished, he held his breath, waved the scalpel in his hand, and gouged out the left eye of the general.

With the arrow in the head, even if the arrow is completely taken out, the eyeball cannot be used anymore, so it is better to make a quick decision, ignore the eyeball part, and quickly dig out the entire arrow to avoid more serious situations.

It's just that I can't see the general's intracranial condition, which is the biggest difficulty of this operation.

But looking at the general's conscious appearance now, Song Qinghan knew that the arrow hadn't touched the core area of ​​the brain, which was probably a blessing.

The general's guard watched Song Qinghan's movements, and after realizing what he was about to do, he subconsciously shouted: "Don't..."

"Shut up! Here, the doctor is the biggest."

Unexpectedly, the general opened his mouth again in such an emergency, and even remembered Song Qinghan's previous reminder when speaking, and opened his lips slightly to prevent too many changes in his facial muscles.

Song Qinghan grew more confidence in this operation, and said calmly while moving: "Don't worry, since I dare to do it, it's not just aimless, the general will be fine."

His last words were like a shot in the arm, bringing a ray of hope to the general, the guards of the general, and even the chief of the military doctor.

It’s nothing more than being shot with so many arrows by the enemy. If the rescue is ineffective in the end, one can imagine how big a blow to morale it will be. Now everyone on the battlefield is fighting the enemy bravely for the sake of the general. Whether it is for the general For myself, or for everyone, I don't want to die, and I don't dare to die.

His life was no longer his alone.

The sound of the eyeball being gouged out was not only unpleasant, but even a little disgusting. Shu Luo wrinkled his face and took the eyeball with the arrow, and carefully put it aside, as if offering to a god.

Although he didn't know whether the general was happy to see this thing, he wanted to keep it because it might represent some kind of miracle.

Some kind of miracle created by Song Qinghan himself.

Song Qinghan's lips parted slightly, and his breathing rate became a bit rapid, which was a manifestation of excessive force.

When a person acts in a state of full concentration, after a long time, the brain will fall into a state of hypoxia, followed by unsteady movements and inattentive thoughts, referred to as mind-wandering.

Song Qinghan never lost his mind during the operation, because his control over his state was shockingly precise, but today he seems to have overestimated his skills.

He regained his composure, bandaged the general's head, straightened up, asked Shu Luo to wipe his sweat, stood on the spot and took a few deep breaths to adjust his state.

Seeing that he stopped moving, the general's guard felt an urge to go up himself. Although he didn't say anything, the muscles on his face were secretly exerting force, which made Song Qinghan laugh for a while.

Just when Song Qinghan was about to perform the next operation, the person who was ordered by the general to exchange to check the situation on the battlefield ran back and quickly said a series of words that Song Qinghan could not understand.

But although he couldn't understand, he was keenly aware that the current situation didn't seem very good.

The general's face darkened, and he issued orders, among which was Wu Dahu's name.

Song Qinghan's heart tightened, and he really wanted to ask the general why he asked Wu Dahu to do it, but his moral sense as a doctor prevented him from opening the mouth, so he could only use this emotion as motivation to start the second difficult battle .

The arrow on the chest, if assessed with the naked eye, would not be far from the location of the heart, but because the location of each person's heart is different, it is not possible to jump to conclusions.

But even if it doesn't hit the heart, it is not an easy task to take it out, because there are too many blood vessels close to the heart, no matter if it is a large artery or a large vein, as long as one is broken, it will cause a bad situation. To add insult to injury.

Song Qinghan took a deep breath, swung the knife suddenly, cut open the tissue near the arrow, and slowly explored down.

Blood gurgled from the general's chest, and his guards were terrified when they saw it, and they couldn't help but said, "It's gone when the blood is gone, doctor..."

Seeing that their attitudes were not bad, Shu Luo answered Song Qinghan's place: "The doctor has tried his best to avoid places where a lot of blood would bleed. If you just pull out the arrow, there will be more blood bleed... ..”

As soon as his words fell, Song Qinghan suddenly grabbed the end of the arrow and pulled it out.

A wave of blood arrows flew out following Song Qinghan's movements, which looked quite scary, but fortunately it turned into calm afterward.

Song Qinghan pursed his lips tightly and quickly stitched up the wound, as if he didn't intend to explain anything to them.

When he just opened the wound, he had already seen that there were no important arteries and veins near the arrow, so he acted decisively. However, he did not expect that there was still a little mistake, but fortunately, the problem was not too big.

However, due to the excessive bleeding, the General's spirit seemed much weaker. If he hadn't occasionally opened his other good eye, even Song Qinghan would have thought that he had passed out.

Although Song Qinghan succeeded in the blood transfusion last time by mistake, he didn't want to try again unless it was absolutely necessary. After all, no one knows whether good luck will always be on his side.