Please don't force me to be a god.

Niu Er breathed a sigh of relief, and his face turned slightly red.

Zhang Tian looked at the other soldiers, and whoever he saw trembled all over.

Zhang Tian knew that if he and General Guo used their authority to pressure them, blood transfusion would definitely be allowed.

But if they were extremely afraid of blood transfusion, that would be bad, and they might get some mental illness.

Once blood transfusion is demonized, it will definitely be detrimental to the promotion of this technology in the future. I don’t know how many people will not be rescued because of it.

Zhang Tian had no choice but to make up a white lie and said, "As the saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. You are saving people by transfusing blood, which will accumulate good karma. Not only will it not shorten your life, but it will also bring you blessings."

"Really?" The soldiers were skeptical.

Niu Er knew that he didn't need a blood transfusion, so he got bolder and cursed: "Nonsense, did the immortal come down from the sky just to deceive you, a bunch of soldiers?"

"That's right, the immortal has no reason to deceive us."

"If the immortal wanted to harm us, a divine light would have cut us in two."

"We actually didn't believe in the immortal, we deserve to die."

"Since the immortal said there is a blessing, then there must be."

"Immortal, use mine."

"Use mine."

The soldiers were terrified just now.

Now they started to rush to roll up their sleeves and stretch out their arms.

The change of people's concepts is sometimes so magical.

Looking at a circle of black arms pressed against his face, Zhang Tian was almost suffocated to death.

"All of you, get back, one by one."

"Yours won't work, next one."

"Well, yours will work. Go to the other side."

The people who weren't chosen looked distraught, while the people who were chosen were so excited that their faces turned red, as if they had won the lottery, and they stood on the other side with their faces held high.

Zhang Tian tested more than 30 people in a row and found 5 people with the same blood type.

Tiedong lost a lot of blood, and 5 people were barely enough. If it's not enough, we'll test again later.

"Okay, just the 5 of you, come here."

Zhang Tian did have a needle for blood transfusion.

But there was no blood extraction equipment on the supply ship.

Generally speaking, blood needs to go through testing, separation, blood type comparison and other procedures to ensure safety before it is allowed to be delivered to patients.

But now the conditions are limited, and Zhang Tian can only adopt the most primitive direct blood transfusion method.

As long as the blood type is consistent, there is a high probability that it is safe.

Of course, some small probability problems, in this situation, can't be taken care of for the time being.

Zhang Tian asked the person who was doing the blood transfusion to stand and Tiedong to lie down, maintaining a certain pressure difference, and then connected the needles on both sides.

A stream of bright blood flowed out from the sergeant's hand, like a moving little snake, crawling in the transparent tube, and finally transmitted to Tiedong's body.

The onlookers' eyes widened, and their faces were full of incredible and a little horrified expressions.

Although it was just a simple operation, the impact on their worldview was unimaginable.

Since it was impossible to accurately measure the blood volume, Zhang Tian had to rely on his feelings and transfuse some blood to each sergeant to reduce the damage to their bodies.

Seeing that Tiedong's face gradually turned red, he stopped.

Then he took out another injection of antibiotics and gave Tiedong an injection to prevent the broken arm from getting infected and failing.

What will happen next depends on luck.

"Okay, he's fine now. The five of you, eat more meat and eggs to make up for the loss."

"Huh!!"

The sergeants were shocked.

They personally participated in the entire process of the resurrection magic, and saw a dead person come back to life, and it was their brother who stood by their back.

This sense of achievement was unprecedented.

Everything that happened today was enough for them to brag to their sons and grandsons, generation after generation.

Tienan's eyes were filled with tears, and he bowed solemnly to the five soldiers who donated blood and said: "Five brothers, you are willing to give my eldest brother your life, you are the lifesavers of our Tie brothers, and you are truly a life-saving friendship."

"I, Tienan, have nothing to repay you. If you don't mind, after my eldest brother's injury is healed, how about we make a pledge of soil and become brothers?"

"That's great."

Blood is thicker than water, and everyone felt that their blood was mixed together, and there was an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

Several men were like children, excitedly holding each other's shoulders and hands, as close as a family.

Zhang Tian was a little moved. If people in later generations had such a grateful heart, the world would be much better, and hospitals would not cry out for blood shortage every day.

Zhang Tian checked the other wounded soldiers.

He did not find anyone who needed CPR.

However, many people needed antibiotics, or in other words, almost all the wounded soldiers needed them.

At that time, wound treatment was still relatively backward, especially in military camps.Each wounded soldier is assigned a professional doctor to take care of him.

Most of them use some ointment or folk remedy to cover the wound casually, and then bandage it.

It would be strange if there is no infection.

Zhang Tian does not have much antibiotics on hand, and it is not enough to distribute them all, not to mention that he has to keep some for himself.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Tian said: "General Guo, I need some strong liquor and some special equipment, please help me find them."

"Do you want to drink? Why don't you go back to the general's mansion and taste it slowly."

"No, I use it to treat the wounded. Every time you come back from a war, are there many soldiers who are not seriously injured, but finally get tetanus or die of purulent infection?"

"That's true. However, the medical officers have no way and can only leave it to fate."

"That's because you don't know the method. This is because of bacterial infection..."

"Shangxian, what is bacteria?"

"This..." Zhang Tian thought for a while, "It's a very small insect, you can understand it as evil spirit."

They don't understand bacteria, but when they talk about evil spirits, everyone "suddenly realizes".

I know this well. When I go to see a doctor, the doctors always say that evil spirits have entered the body and need to be recuperated.

Zhang Tian was too lazy to explain and said, "You can find strong liquor and equipment and follow my method. In the future, at least 80% of the soldiers who died of infection can be saved."

"The immortal wants to teach us the immortal art?"

The two medical officers next to him were excited and looked at Zhang Tian eagerly, afraid that Zhang Tian would change his words and say no.

"This... It's not an immortal art, but I do want to teach you."

The two medical officers were so excited that their bodies trembled.

The immortal taught the law, what a great opportunity!

"Thank you, immortal!" The medical officer's feet softened and he was about to kneel down.

Zhang Tian said, "If you kneel down, this matter will be cancelled."

The two medical officers staggered and stood up straight.

"It's agreed that this medical skill cannot be kept secret. If anyone wants to learn it in the future, you must teach them everything you know without keeping anything to yourself."

"Yes, the immortal is merciful and considers the common people. We must respect the immortal's will!"

What Zhang Tian has to do is very simple, that is, to use the distillation method to purify ordinary strong liquor into alcohol.

Then use it to wash the wound and kill the bacteria in the wound.

This can greatly reduce wound infection and increase the chance of survival.

In addition, some modern hygiene knowledge will also be taught to them.

The two medical officers carefully took notes and executed them meticulously.

Sometimes when treating some generals, they rely on their high positions and have to drink when they are injured to show that they are very heroic.

As long as the medical officer takes out the notebook and says "This is the order of the immortal", the general will obediently put down the wine jar.

Soon, Niu Er brought two large wooden carts of strong liquor and brought a few craftsmen with him.