The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

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Liu Qingsong seized the wrist of Yan Yan and died. The two men looked at each other and made the surrounding people feel a chill.

"Let me come." For a long while, Liu Qingsong took the syringe in her hand and saw Yan Yan want to stop him. He immediately stepped back a few steps. "You don't want to stop me. Anyway, I have prepared the cannon fodder." Get the box lunch early and go home early."

Yan Yan once analyzed Liu Qingsong’s psychology. He has a tendency to self-destruct. He has always felt that if he died in destiny, he will be able to return to the original world. At this time, he made such a move and said this. When you come to Fanhua, you will not feel strange at all.

"Liu Qingsong..."

When Yan Yan’s words were not finished, Liu Qingsong interrupted. “I said that I have not done a heroic thing for several generations. Don’t you stop me from doing this this time? Even Sang Suiyuan can rush out to stop the arrows. I can't be jealous."

He said as he let the soldiers tighten their arms. The veins gradually became prominent, and they seemed to be tied down. They were shocked and suddenly stood up. "Liu Qingsong, you give me a hand!"

But she sat for a long time, her legs and feet were numb, and suddenly she stood in an uncontrollable way. She lost her blue eyes and quickly pulled him.

"You..." Yan Yan stabilized, but he saw that Liu Qingsong had already injected it, and the needles had been pulled out. He looked at him with a sly look. "You bastard, you want to die? Why don't you just take one?" Wipe the knife!"

"Human death is heavier than Taishan, and it is lighter than Hongmao. I can die without value!" Liu Qingsong is full of pride.

"It’s silly to die like this. You as a doctor, don’t you know that you have to skin test before injecting antiviral serum?” Yan Yan said.

Liu Qingsong groaned and looked at Yan Yan’s neck and weakened his way: “I am a Chinese doctor...”

Everyone in the house stared at two people inexplicably, and their conversations could understand half of them, but it is still unthinkable why things have developed to this point.

"What are the best ways for blood transfusion?" Yan Yanqing Sang Chen did not die too much during the operation, but the amount of bleeding was really large. Even if the operation was successful, his situation was temporarily stable and it was not all right. It is.

"I found a plant stem that can act as a blood vessel, but in order to avoid contamination in the middle of blood transfer, I want to transfuse blood directly from the human body." Liu Qing Songdao.

You can't avoid contaminating bacteria, no matter what container you use to pack the blood. The best way is to avoid the intermediate procedure. "Use my blood, I..."

Yan Yangang wants to say that he is o-type blood, but he remembers it, and now it is no longer the original body.

"But, prepare for blood transfusion." Yan Yan looked at Sang Chen's pale face, and he knew that he could no longer wait. He was so badly wounded that his body was weak and it was easy to supply oxygen.

Liu Qingsong turned and went out, but for a moment, he received a strong man.

Yan Yan looked at the man, his body was burly, and it looked like it was clean and tacit.

Liu Qingsong is going to prepare a blood transfusion tool. Yan Yancai will sit down again and use the disinfectant to carefully clean the wound that has just been stitched, and then wrap the wound with a clean cotton cloth. He will test his nose and pulse from time to time.

"Song Blue, when you are bright, you will return to the government to take all the medicines I have configured. Sang Suiyuan just finished the operation, maybe it will be used." Yan Yan looked at Liu Qingsong to sharpen the feathered stalk into the mulberry Chen and the arm of the brawny.

Song Blue should have a voice.

Han, who was brought in by Liu Qingsong, had a face and could see that he was nervous. Liu Qingsong asked him to sit next to Sang Chen, where he was in a higher position, and the heart of Sangchen’s heart was not as powerful as he was, and the blood flow rate was slow, so the blood flowed into Sangchen body as expected, just because of the infusion tool. Jane, there is a constant blood spill.

"Mrs. Liang, is this a blood transfusion?" He Temple is seeing too many wonders tonight. I feel that the atmosphere is not as tight as it is now. I can’t help but come over and ask: "The blood donor can have Worry about life?"

"No, you don't need him to output all the blood, only a small part." Yan Yan stared at the blood vessels. It is a kind of smooth plant cane, not soft, some like a thin bamboo, twice as thick as a feathered stem, and the place where it is connected with the feather stem is tight with a satin, and there is constant blood infiltrating the satin and dripping on it. On the wooden board.

"It's so amazing." He Temple was looking at the scene of blood transfusion in surprise and asked: "What are you using Hua Tuo?"

Legend has it that Hua Wei once suggested that Cao Cao should cure the disease, and the folks also said that he would open the shackles to help people with medical treatment, and that they were fascinated. However, in Yan Yan's view, surgery such as broken belly may have a certain chance of success, but under the medical level at that time, the brain tissue of the human body did not get a more precise technical analysis. It is almost impossible to master the operation. .

This operation can be done by Yan Yan, which is based on the fact that she has dissected countless corpses, plus Liu Qingsong's suitable equipment and luck.

"Yes." Yan Yan can only use it, moving out of her cheap master's rhetoric, "We are a successor of Hua Tuo."

When the voice of Yan Yan fell, everyone in the house was stunned, even though he cast a reverent look. Even the person who has been worried about his blood transfusion will die, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

In Datang, the position of the doctor is very strange. People regard it as a "technical" flow. It belongs to the side of the door, but the respect for the so-called "medical doctor" is no less than that of the famous celebrities.

All of Yan Yan’s attention was placed on Sang Chen, and she did not notice the changes in the state. The blood transfusion was terminated until it was estimated that there were two milliliters of blood in the input of Sangchen.

Liu Qingsong took the white blood transfusion of Han, explained that he had to pay attention to diet and rest recently, and told him to pay a half-month holiday to He Temple, and promised to pay for the second money.

These people have only a few dozens of months, and they have stunned others.

Yan Yan immediately cleared the blood transfusion wound to Sangchen.

"Yan Yan, go back to rest, there are people here with me and the government." Liu Qing Songdao.

Yan Yan shook his head. "No, you have injected serum. If something goes wrong, it is not easy to handle it, and Sang Chen has not left the dangerous period."

Liu Qingsong sighed and no longer persuaded. Yan Yan said the fact that no one in this world can replace her to deal with these things.

The sky was so bright outside that He Temple was leaving the soldiers, and he could only wait for two people to rush back to the city. Seen last night, it is a miracle! Yan Yan is the person who recommended to treat Princess Jinyang. I heard that it was replaced by Su Jialang, who was introduced by Li Tai. If he slandered the matter, he would not only make Long Yan Da Yue, but also sell it a good one. It is really a piece. Good thing!

In fact, can Li Shimin be happy, can you sell it well? For He Temple, he can already be indifferent. He is very excited at this moment. A large part of it is because of the treatment of his own eyes. !

Song Blue also came down from the mountain and took several people back to the government to take medicine.

In the grass house, Yan Yan can feel that she is already very tired. The limbs are soft and soft like cotton. Both hands keep shaking. It takes a lot of effort to dress up for Sangchen, but she can't close her eyes. Once you close your eyes, it is a corpse lying on the dissection table, Qin Yunlin for a while, and Sang Chen for a while.

Sang Chen is still alive now, she has the opportunity to save him back, so there can be no intention!

When Yan Yan couldn't sleep, she relied on Liu Qingsong's box and looked at Sang Chen while thinking about the beginning and end of this matter.

First, Sang Chen went to visit Li Tai. She received the threat letter in the evening, because there was a warning from Su Fu before, so she was subconsciously reacting, would Li Tai tie Sang Chen? But then I thought, will Li Tai do this kind of arrogant thing?

Li Tai is a person, Yan Yan does not understand, but whether it is in the history books, or the rumors about him now, in addition to talented, Wen Ruya, pet crown kings, but also can not be separated from a "spiritual luxury", a arrogant People, will not be able to do this kind of thing, it is hard to say.

In addition to Sang Chen in the house, only Liu Qingsong, Yan Yan and late green are left. Liu Qingsong is lying next to Sang Chen and sleeps dimly, and the evening green is leaning against the box.

Although it is very cool here, but the waterfall is very loud, it is not suitable for rehabilitating, so Yan Yan called the soldiers to come in, intending to transfer the sang to the suburbs before the temperature has risen.

A village in the capital is not far from nearby.

Liu Qingsong dragged his big suitcase and followed the team behind him. Yan Yan had been nervously holding the wooden board of Sangchen and kept steadily "stable".

Waiting for Zhuang, and transferring Sang Chen to the couch, the two soldiers were almost paralyzed.

For a moment, Yan Yan opened the window inside the house and waited until the sun became toxic. Then he closed the window and filled the room with an ice basin. She also helped Sangchen to wipe the body.

Everything is done by yourself, not by others.

After the afternoon, see Liu Qingsong still live and jump, after the inspection to determine no abnormalities, Yan Yan was assured to give Sang Chen injection of antiviral serum.

"You go to rest, I will take care of him." Liu Qingsong saw a little tired color between Yan Meimei, and he said.

"I don't want to trust you." Yan Yan turned his head and said with a blank expression: "You are indeed not credible."

Liu Qingsong can care for himself, let alone be someone else? Even though the surgery was completed, he could not do without his tools. However, in the life and death of Sang Chen, Yan Yan did not dare to let go.

"I am a man of temperament." Liu Qingsong coughed and felt that his explanation was a little weak. He said: "I am like the Sang brothers. You see that he does not care about saving you, so I am moved. He tried his medicine regardless of his life and death."

"You and he are a class of people. That's right." Yan Yan's tone was light, and his attention shifted to Sang Chen, no longer paying attention to him.

Yan Yan recalled the last night's thing. The arrow that was shot at her was a relatively high position on the other side of the waterfall. According to the movement at the time and the position on Sangchen, she found that the person was aiming at her. The shoulders!

At that shooting position, if someone ran up, the Guardian could not see it. The only possibility was that someone was ambushed before they came.

It may be because the sound of the waterfall has a great influence, and the Guardian did not find someone hiding there. Since people are waiting there for ambush, it is obviously accurate.

Yan Yan was guarded by her soldiers at the time. Her movements were not big. If that person wants her life, it is not easy to aim at the head?

In other words, these people set up such a trap, just to shoot her, did not want to take her life.

What is the purpose of doing this? Who will do this kind of thing?

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