The lucky star of rebirth

Chapter 82
The sound of horseshoes sounded outside the door.

Ji Songxian's eyes lit up instantly, he trotted out of the yard, stood at the door and saw a man and a horse coming from a distance, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

The horse stopped in front of the steps of the medical hall, and Cheng Huaijin jumped off the horse.

At this time, Ji Songxian realized that Cheng Huaijin came all the way, holding the reins to control the horse with one hand, while holding a big wooden box steadily with the other hand.

One can imagine the danger and hardship involved in running such a long distance and running so fast.

But Cheng Huaijin didn't complain, jumped off the horse and gave the box directly to Ji Songxian: "I brought all those things here, you can see which ones are useful."

"Okay." Ji Songxian agreed, embraced the box with both hands, and looked at Cheng Huaijin: "You come in too."

The two entered the courtyard together, and Ji Gang and Ji Jiang also arrived in the courtyard at this time, seeing Cheng Huaijin and the two nodding together, Ji Songxian gave instructions to Yuan Liang who followed him: "Go and prepare some shochu, and get some cleaning white cotton."

Zuoliang promised to prepare automatically.

Because this is a medical clinic, sometimes they also bandage the wounds of the injured. There are plenty of white cloths and some shochu, and they took them out after a while.

Ji Songxian called his two elder brothers and Cheng Huaijin into the room where Ji Yi was lying. After a few people entered, Ji Songxian said solemnly: "For the sake of Daddy's life, I hope that no matter what I say, you will not refute it." , do as I tell you.”

"Tell me." Ji Gang looked at Ji Songxian nervously.

Ji Songxian smiled slightly, and said to Cheng Huaijin: "I heard you said that you have learned some medical skills, so I will leave this matter to you."

Cheng Huaijin nodded heavily: "Okay."

Only then did Ji Songxian open the box, and took out all the things inside. After taking out all the things, Ji Songxian couldn't help but exclaimed, it is true that Cheng Pingan's possession of these objects is too complete and really precious.

There are equipment for blood collection and transfusion, some medicines, and finally some penicillin.

These things are marked in English. If Ji Songxian hadn't acquired so many memories, he might still not be able to understand them.

"Huh?" Cheng Huaijin also exclaimed after seeing these things: "It's actually an English character."

Now, Ji Songxian was also surprised: "You actually know these words?"

"I have learned a little bit." Cheng Huaijin nodded and admitted, causing Ji Songxian to have a feeling of admiration for his master. What kind of master does it take to teach such monstrous students?Not to mention martial arts and literary talents, he knows medical skills, can cook, and can read English...

For a moment, Ji Songxian felt like he had won a big prize.

However, the most important thing now is to save Ji Yi, and Ji Songxian's complicated mood just flashed by, and then he said with a smile: "You can understand it."

Then, she said to Ji Gang and Ji Jiang: "I asked Doctor Fang and the imperial doctor, and they all said that my father lost too much blood, and there is no other way except to replenish blood, and those medicinal materials are too slow to replenish blood, I'm afraid I can't save my father, I thought about it, and suddenly remembered that there was a blood transfusion method mentioned by someone, so I asked the commander to find these objects, and wanted to collect my blood for my father to infuse into his body. I don't care much about saving my father's life, so please don't stop me, brother."

After finishing speaking, Ji Songxian nodded to Cheng Huaijin: "You use that glass tube to put a needle into my blood vessel to draw blood, put the blood into a hanging bottle, and then stick it into my blood vessel for Dad..."

Before Ji Songxian finished speaking, Ji Gang had already rolled up his sleeves: "Use my blood, I am the eldest son, I should be responsible for everything."

Ji Jiang also rolled up her sleeves: "Use mine..."

"No." Ji Songxian shook his head: "It's not that I don't ask my brothers to be filial. In fact, there are many blood types. If the blood type is wrong, it will not save lives, but will kill people."

"Then sister's blood type is right?" Ji Gang didn't believe it at all, and asked back, Ji Jiang also looked at Ji Songxian eagerly.

Ji Songxian smiled wryly: "I don't know if it's right or not, but my brother also knows that I have the best luck. I think it's my luck that won't cause trouble to Dad."

Ji Songxian was explaining to Ji Gang and Ji Jiang here, while at the other end, Cheng Huaijin had already rolled up his sleeves, and then wiped his arm with white cotton cloth dipped in soju, Ji Songxian turned his head and looked surprised: "Ajin, your blood Not to mention, you have no relatives and no reason with us..."

Cheng Huaijin looked up, his eyes were deep: "Master once said that my blood is universal blood, and anyone can use it."

"Ah?" Ji Songxian admired Cheng Huaijin's master even more, and when she saw that Cheng Huaijin really wanted to transfuse blood, she nodded: "So, I think father will use a lot of blood, and I will use some of yours. It should be enough to use some of me."

In fact, Ji Songxian made up his mind to use all her blood, even if he drew more to save Ji Yi, but now that Cheng Huaijin's blood can be used, she doesn't have to be so brave.

Saying this, Ji Songxian stuck the syringe into the vein on Cheng Huaijin's arm according to the method he remembered, and drew a tube full of blood.

Ji Gang and Ji Jiang watched from the side, their eyes were full of shock and emotion, Ji Gang clasped his fists as a salute: "The great kindness of Commander Cheng, my Ji family will never forget..."

Cheng Huaijin sneered: "I don't ask for this, I'm not for you, nor for Ji Xiang, but for Ah Xian."

Ji Gang, who was blocked by a sentence, felt uncomfortable, but seeing Cheng Huaijin being drawn with a syringe full of blood again, he couldn't say much anymore. He took the blood to save his father's life, just stabbed them several times. It's the right thing to say, if he said something ugly, he would be ignorant of etiquette and ungrateful.

Ji Songxian drew several tubes of blood, poured each tube into a glass vial, and then picked up the needle attached to the long hose made of something unknown under the vial, and carefully stuck it into Ji Yi's arm in the upper vein.

Watching the blood flow into Ji Yi's body drop by drop along the hose, Ji Songxian heaved a long sigh of relief.

As soon as she relaxed in her heart, she couldn't hold on any longer, and suddenly sat down on the chair, her hands hanging down feebly.

She had never done such a thing before, and just now she just couldn't force herself to do it, but she was terrified in her heart.

Although I know from my memory that taking some blood from the human body will be fine, but Ji Songxian is a pure ancient person, and he has never seen such a thing before, and his heart is still pounding, especially when the needle is pierced into Cheng Huaijin's arm She gritted her teeth to keep her fingers from trembling. When the blood was drawn out, she saw the bloody red color and almost fainted. Thinking that Ji Yi was waiting for help, she endured it to get through it. those tough times.

Slowly, half a bottle of blood was transfused into Ji Yi's body, Ji Songxian was overjoyed when he saw that Ji Yi's face turned bloody.

She quickly rolled up her sleeves and called Cheng Huaijin: "Ajin, draw some blood from me as I did just now, I'm afraid these blood daddies will not be enough."

Cheng Huaijin rolled up his sleeves without saying a word: "Suck me, I'm strong and tight, a little blood is nothing."

But Ji Songxian couldn't agree, she glared, her originally delicate temperament suddenly changed, and she became more domineering: "Suck me, your blood can't be drawn anymore."

Cheng Huaijin looked at how Ji Songxian's slender and fair arm could be put down, he tremblingly picked up the syringe and put it down, picked it up again, but still couldn't put his hand down.

Ji Songxian gritted his teeth: "If you can't do it, I have to do it myself."

There was really no other way, Cheng Huaijin could only wipe Ji Songxian's arm with a white cloth dipped in wine, and then changed a needle, then slowly approached the needle tube to Ji Songxian's arm, the veins in his hands popped out, I don't know how much he used It takes hard work to get over this heart.

When the needle stuck into Ji Songxian's arm, beads of sweat rolled down Cheng Huaijin's forehead.

Ji Gang took a piece of cloth to wipe Cheng Huaijin's sweat, but Ji Jiang gasped as he watched, and leaned over with a worried and distressed face: "Little sister, just say what hurts."

It's just pain, how dare Ji Songxian say it, she dares to guarantee that as long as she yells that it hurts, Cheng Huaijin will never draw her blood again, even if he himself draws it into jerky, he will never draw her blood again. The needle went into her vein.

Ji Gang wiped Cheng Huaijin's sweat, and then stretched out his finger to Ji Songxian: "My little sister will bite my brother if it hurts, just like when I was a child, my brother's skin is thick and fleshy, and my sister..."

Yixing said that a man as big as Ji Gang, how he fought with those old sliders in the officialdom, no matter how hard he tried, he never cried out, but now he started crying.

When he cried, Ji Jiang's tears also fell out: "Brother, go back and get some blood swallows, ginseng, fleece-flower root, and black-bone chicken, all for my sister's health."

"Just talking." Ji Gang glared at Ji Jiang, wiped his tears and said, "It's best to use red dates and donkey-hide gelatin for blood."

"Yes, yes." Ji Jiang slapped herself on the face: "Look at my brother's mixed up like this, let's use donkey-hide gelatin and red dates, and ask Aniang and your sister-in-law to replenish your blood."

In this panic, Cheng Huaijin drew out a tube of blood, he breathed a sigh of relief, and injected the tube of blood into the hanging bottle again.

Ji Songxian held down the pinhole and stretched out his other arm: "Take some more."

Cheng Huaijin shook his head vigorously, saying that he couldn't do anything anymore, Ji Songxian glared at him: "If you don't smoke, I will ignore you in the future."

Cheng Huaijin still should not respond to such a threat, Ji Songxian could only use the last trick: "If you don't smoke, I will cut my wrist with a knife and bleed blood for Dad to drink."

This sentence was so powerful that Cheng Huaijin had no choice but to wipe off his sweat and pick up the needle again.

After drawing three tubes of blood in a row, Ji Songxian's face turned pale, and he couldn't bear to lean on the chair and gasped for breath, which made Cheng Huaijin's heart ache like a knife, and Ji Gang even squatted on the ground and cried.

The girl around the beam also had big tears falling from her eyes: "Lady, if the master is not good, I will draw the slave's blood."

Ji Songxian leaned on the back of the chair and forced a laugh, resisting his dizziness and said: "I'm fine, wait a minute, go around the beam and get me some ginseng soup, if daddy still can't do it, then draw some more blood. "

As soon as she said this, she heard Ji Yi muttering on the bed: "Water, water..."

(End of this chapter)