But when Fatty Qiu heard this, he became even more uneasy. He knew that he had no relationship with God and had never prayed seriously since he was a child. In fact, he didn't believe in virgin birth or God's creation of all things.

Crazy talk. If this Tatar is really sent by God, he must be here to torture himself, not to save himself!

Zhu Jishi didn't care what Fatty Qiu thought, he just nodded to him and used a scalpel to make a cut next to the wound on Fatty's belly, but... he didn't completely cut through Fatty's thick belly meat and fat.

This skill is truly unparalleled! Zhu Jishi shook his head and cut again along the incision of the first cut, and then he saw blood gushing out!

"It hurts so much!" Fatty Qiu roared in his heart. Now he is really suffering. His opium was taken early. Now that the drug is more than half gone, he can't stop the pain at all! The current situation is like living without anesthesia.

Belly, not to mention Fatty Qiu, there are nine out of ten perverted Japanese samurai who can't help but find someone to blame.

The fat man whose hands and feet were bound struggled desperately, but with the joint efforts of Haiming and Bronstein, Zhu Jishi managed to cut open the fat man's belly, and then put his hand into the fat man's belly and touched it.

It took a long time to find the lead bullet, but finally I took out the fat man's stinking fat intestine!

At this time, everyone opened their eyes wide, and the maid named Lucy screamed and fainted, and then Fatty Qiu also lost consciousness. Zhu Jishi pointed very calmly at this time.

A hole in the intestines said: "The bullet penetrated the intestines. If the bullet is not removed in time, Mr. Churchill will be dead."

Is it not certain that they are dead now? Bronstein and Heming looked at each other, and Countess Isabel's face was extremely ugly. Suddenly, Zhu Jishi shouted again: "Bronstein, blood transfusion! Haiming,

Give me the hemostatic forceps!" The two people quickly came to their senses. One handed the hemostatic forceps to Zhu Jishi so that he could use it to clamp several bleeding points that were spurting blood. The other used a syringe to inject the blood in the wine glass.

Inside the blood vessels on Fatty Qiu’s arm.

"The bullet was found." With a soft sound, a deformed lead bullet fell on the wooden table. Zhu Jishi said again: "Needle and thread."

Bronstein quickly handed the sutures that had been threaded to Zhu Jishi. As mentioned earlier, Zhu Jishi studied basic medicine, which is generally speaking, internal medicine. He did not have the skills to perform surgery. He only knew some principles and had gone to school.

It's just an anatomy class. So just now Fatty Cheqiu's belly had to be pulled open several times before it was opened. Now the stitches are deep and shallow, and the stitches are twisted and twisted. If Ye Yiren sees it, he will definitely laugh.

It took three months. But in the end, it was done so-so. Not only did the hole in the intestines be patched up and put back, but all the muscles and skin on the fat man's belly were sewn up. Dr. Bronstein also provided anti-inflammatory drugs.

Apply the medicine on the wound and wrap it with gauze. As for antibiotics, Zhu Jishi is not ready to use them on the fat man. Unless the fat man is really infected with the wound and has a high fever, he might as well save it if he can. He will take the penicillin himself.

Before streptomycin was "invented", the two tablets of cephalosporin in that backpack were comparable to a panacea!

…

"It hurts so much!"

Just when Zhu Jishi, Bronstein and Will Heming worked together to move Fatty Qiu into the bedroom, a heartbreaking scream rang out, and Fatty had already woken up.

"Hey hey hey, don't move around. Do you know how much you weigh?" Will Heming, who almost killed Churchill, said with disdain. "Isn't it just a few cuts on the stomach, and then the intestines were taken out?"

Come out, what's the big deal? Could it be that the descendants of Duke John Churchill can't even bear this little pain?"

"Will, you bastard! I'm going to die, and you're still making fun of me like this. I can't let Isabel follow you. She's so kind, pure, and beautiful. If I want to be with you, a bastard, I will definitely die in peace! I still want to die.

I want to duel with you!"

When Zhu Jishi and Bronstein heard the fat man yelling and yelling, they were finally relieved. Even people who didn't know anything about medicine knew that Mr. Churchill's life was basically saved.

Come down. And Zhu Jishi now has an unfathomable expression on his face. He is giving Qiu Pang

After his son had the operation, he and Bronstein chatted for a full hour, all discussing medical issues. The more they discussed, the more they felt that his medical skills were superb - isn't this nonsense? He came from a medical school after 172 years.

Top student! If his medical skills were not superb, would his more than six years in medical school have been in vain?

In Zhu Jishi's opinion, the medical level of this era is just... murder! And it's sadistic killing! If you look at it from the perspective of the 21st century, Western medicine in this era can basically be regarded as perverted murderers and sadists. These gangs

This guy doesn't even know basic surgical disinfection and blood transfusion knowledge, yet he dares to operate on people.

Surgery! What is this if it’s not killing people? If the patient doesn’t die from wound infection and excessive bleeding, his life will definitely be fatal! As for anesthesia, it’s basically opium and liquor! How much pain relief do these two things have?

The patient takes a few puffs of opium and then chops off his hands and feet. What is this if not a sadist?

By the way, all European doctors in the 19th century were damn drug dealers! Opium was a must-have in their medicine cabinets, and it was also the most effective painkiller. As long as the patient needed it and could afford the money, the doctors would

Opium will be sold to patients immediately. What is even more exaggerated is that in pharmacies in Western capitalist countries in this era, opium can be sold openly! Are they opening a pharmacy or a opium den?

What is even more unforgivable is that Western medicine in the 19th century was still murdering pregnant women and babies on a large scale! Due to the lack of necessary surgical disinfection, nearly 10% of pregnant women who gave birth naturally in this era would suffer from puerperal fever or other bacterial infections.

And death! As for cesarean section, it is unthinkable, so difficult labor is basically a narrow escape for pregnant women.

No wonder white people like them don’t have population problems in later generations. It’s all thanks to these perverted murderous doctors!

In short, in Zhu Jishi's opinion, all the doctors in this era are heinous criminals, and they are also extremely perverted and shameless ones. Fortunately, he studied medicine before he traveled through time, otherwise there would be perverted and murderous doctors everywhere.

In this era, if you have a minor illness, you are not allowed to be treated alive by a murderous doctor like Bronstein?

However, in the eyes of Dr. Bronstein and Fatty Qiu, who was under the knife, Zhu Jishi, a Tatar doctor, was also a similar character. Otherwise, how did the nickname Jason the Ripper come about?

"Okay, let's put him on this bed." Isabel said. She had already ordered the servants to clean a bedroom, and also replaced all the sheets and bedding with clean ones in accordance with Zhu Jishi's instructions.

"It hurts, it hurts... Oh my god, can't you be gentler?" Fatty Qiu howled again, because a few big men with thick hands and feet thought that the fat man was too heavy, so they threw him on the bed and pulled him.

The wound caused him severe pain.

Bronstein didn't seem to believe that this guy really escaped. He took out a thermometer and took Fatty Qiu's temperature. Sure enough, he didn't have a fever. The old man scratched his sparse white hair and exhaled heavily: "That's really it.

Miracle, the stomach was opened, blood was transfused, and the intestines were taken out..."

"Intestines! Oh my god! Are my intestines still there?" Fatty Qiu seemed to remember that his intestines had been taken out from his stomach by a Tatar, so he looked at Zhu Jishi nervously.

"Put it back. It has been sewn and put back. There is nothing missing." Zhu Jishi lifted up the quilt on the fat man and looked at the wound wrapped with gauze. Not much blood seeped out. He nodded and showed a gentle smile.

Smile: "Mr. Churchill, I have to say that your physical condition is very good, and the wound should heal quickly." Then he said to Bronstein: "Give him... give him some opium, and let him

If he gets a good sleep, he shouldn't be in so much pain tomorrow."
Chapter completed!