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"Tatars! Tatars... Do you think Robert can be saved?" A soft female voice interrupted Zhu Jishi's thoughts. He looked at the beautiful foreign girl with tears on her face, and then at the little girl lying there.

The fat man stopped shouting and nodded.

"Then please save him. Please save him quickly."

"It can't be saved. It's easy to cut open the stomach, but how to stop the bleeding?" The man who claimed to be "the best doctor in treating gunshot wounds in England" asked while shaking his head.

"Use hemostatic forceps." Zhu Jishi thought that hemostatic forceps should have been invented by now, right?

"But there is still a high probability of massive bleeding. Mr. Churchill will probably die on the operating table." The doctor still shook his head. It is not that no doctor dares to try surgery in this era, but the probability of success is too low.

The failure rate of major abdominal surgery is almost 70 to 80 percent! Among them, the biggest cause of death of patients on the operating table is excessive bleeding.

"Can I have a blood transfusion?"

"Blood transfusion! How to transfuse?"

"It means taking blood from other people's bodies and injecting it into the patient's blood vessels." Zhu Jishi paused and added: "Blood that matches the blood match must be injected, otherwise hemolysis will occur."

"Blood matching? Hemolysis?" The old man shook his head. He couldn't understand what Zhu Jishi said at all. He hesitated and said: "How to solve the problem of wound infection? We must know that wound infection is the biggest cause of death from gunshot wounds!"

Zhu Jishi didn't know that this old doctor did have rich experience in treating gunshot wounds, because he was a military doctor. In the 18th and 19th centuries, Europe could be said to have been at war for years, and the main way of infantry fighting was to line up and shoot. Those battles

Soldiers who died often did not die immediately, but struggled with wound infection for a long time, and then died painfully.

"Do a good job of surgical disinfection."

"Disinfection? What do you mean?"

"that is……"

"Uh-huh!" The fat man lying on the ground suddenly hummed and interrupted the conversation between the two doctors from different time and space. The fat man looked at Zhu Jishi pitifully: "Tatar, do you really have a way to save me?"

"You can give it a try, but you're only 50% sure." Zhu Jishi knew that the Opium War might have just ended. Considering that there was no advanced communication method like telegraphy, the British people probably didn't know that the Qing Dynasty had knelt down to sue for peace. So he still

I decided to show up as a Tatar for a while, lest the British arrest me as an underground party of the Qing Dynasty - in fact

In fact, even if he says that he is Chinese now, no one will believe it. Has anyone seen Zhu Jishi without braids and tall and strong (his height is about 1.75 meters, which is also the case in Europe at this time).

A Qing Dynasty person who is considered tall) and can speak fluent English? This is obviously a completely Westernized Tatar under the rule of Tsarist Russia!

At this time, Zhu Jishi glanced at the fat man who was moaning and groaning, thinking that this half-dead Churchill might be his meal ticket for the next few months. This guy is fat and short, and he actually has a goddess-level girl.

The only explanation for crying for him is that this fat man's family

So rich! If I could cure him, I would have to charge him a thousand pounds! Well, if I can become a famous doctor in Europe in the future, the fee must not be cheap. I have to represent the Chinese people to represent the Qing Dynasty in the Opium War.

All the money you lost was returned!

But I’m really not sure about curing this guy. It would be great if Ye Yiren, a dead girl, could time travel with me. She studied surgery. Although her ideal is just to be a plastic surgeon, she is still better than myself, a physician.

Bar?

Hearing that he still had a half chance of living, the half-dead fat man forced out a smile: "Are you 50% sure? That's great!" He turned to the old doctor and said: "Mr. Bronstein, just

Let the Tatar try it."

"Yes, sir." It seemed that this fat man named Churchill was really no ordinary person. The old doctor nodded respectfully, turned around and said to Zhu Jishi: "Tatar, where do you plan to give Mr. Churchill the gift?"

Surgery?”

"Just that house." Zhu Jishi pointed to the nearest two-story building, "I think the owner there is willing to lend us the house?"

"That's my villa," the foreign girl named Isabel stood up and replied. She wiped her tears again, turned back to the young man who injured the fat man and said, "Will, what are you doing standing there? Come and help."

Robert carries it over."

…

Robert Charles Spencer Churchill, the youngest son of the fifth Duke of Marlborough, the unlucky fat man whose belly was opened by a hot lead bullet, has now been stripped of his clothes and placed on a bed.

It is located on the long wooden table in the kitchen. The hands and feet are tightly tied to the four legs of the wooden table with hemp ropes - this is not Zhu Jishi's idea, but the idea of ​​the old doctor Karl Bronstein.

Because there were no very effective painkillers in Britain at this time. Although the old doctor’s medicine box contained opium and pipes, their effect on severe pain was not very obvious, so they could only kill them like pigs.

The fat man was tied up first. The one who tied him up was the fat man's sweetheart Isabelle. Her full name was Isabelle Deneuve, and she was a French countess living in England. Looking at her nimble hands and feet, Zhu Jishi was very suspicious of this girl.

Do you often use hemp rope to tie people up for fun?

"Lucy, go and shave all the hair on Mr. Churchill's belly." After seeing Isabel tying up Fatty Qiu, Zhu Jishi ordered a young maid named Lucy to shave a certain fat man who was naked -

—It really looks a bit like killing a pig.

In fact, Fatty Qiu, who was full of opium, felt that he was just a big fat pig waiting to be slaughtered. He really regretted it now. If there was a regret medicine for sale in this world, he would be willing to take out the money he got from his father, the fifth

I will exchange all the inheritance I inherited from the Duke of Marlborough for a pill of regret. As the son of the majestic Duke of Marlborough, I don’t know how many bright futures are waiting for me in the future, and I don’t know how many beauties like flowers and jade are waiting for me.

He wanted to sleep. How could he impulsively agree to a duel with Will Heming, the son of a shabby Irish landowner? The other party was just a commoner.

Isn't it just for a French girl? The countess or something was inherited from a Bonapartist ex-husband, and the French Orleans dynasty would not recognize it at all! Such a family background is just an ordinary commoner in the eyes of the authentic nobles.

She is not worthy of the young master of the Marlborough family at all, so marriage is impossible. She is just a lover at most. Is it worth going to a duel with Will Heming for her? Alas, I must have drunk too much whiskey before agreeing to the duel.

of!

But what Fatty Qiu regrets most now is that he should not have been greedy for life and asked the Tatar doctor to operate on him. As a result, he ended up like a big fat pig waiting to be slaughtered, stripped naked and tied on the table.

You also need to shave them clean! God! Isn’t this Tatar a pig butcher? Even if he is not a pig butcher, he must be a veterinarian! How can anyone treat people with such strong ties and shave them? Alas,

The son of the dignified Duke of Marlborough, the descendant of the great military strategist John Churchill, there is nothing shameful if he dies by a bullet, but if he is treated like a pig and put to death alive, and he dies in such an ugly way... it should be

What should I do?

Thinking of this, Fatty Qiu groaned twice again - his mouth had been blocked by Isabel with a handkerchief, it is said that she was afraid of hearing his screams! So now our fat Mr. Churchill wants to die with dignity.
Chapter completed!