Daqin: Zulong Overheard My Rebellion Plan

But Meng Tian grabbed Sun Zhe and said in a deep voice, "Doctor Sun, be safe and don't be impatient.

Sun Zhe looked at Meng Tian in disbelief: "General Meng, this man is torturing your son!"

"Sun didn't understand why the general didn't stop it."

"But Sun, as a doctor, must not sit back and watch anyone do such atrocious things in the name of a doctor!"

A trace of unbearableness flashed across Meng Tian's eyes, but he still said in a straight voice: "Employers don't doubt others."

"I will believe that Wang Jianjun will not torture and kill Meng Chongde!"

"Doctor Sun, let's take another look."

Meng Tian is now like a drowning man finally grabbing something.

He didn't know whether he was grabbing the hands of the rescuers or the water plants rooted in the bottom of the river~.

But he has to trust, because this is his only possible life!

And Meng Tian knew very well that if Wang Ying could cure Meng Chongde, then interrupting Wang Ying now would be killing Meng Chongde.

If Wang Ying is torturing and killing Meng Chongde, then Meng Tian can also settle accounts with Wang Ying in the future.

Interrupting Wang Ying now is the real loser!

Seeing the firmness in Meng Tian's eyes, Sun Zhe sighed forcefully.

"well!"

"I am a healer, can I not know how to treat wounds?"

"Forget it, Mr. Sun will see if Wang Jianjun is killing people or saving people!"

Wang Ying glanced at Sun Zhe: "Quiet!"

Sun Zhe stared.

But seeing the murderous look in Wang Ying's eyes, he had to snort coldly and shut his mouth.

There is no external interference, and the knowledge from the system is constantly integrated.

The speed at which Wang Ying cut the rotten meat continued to increase.

After a stick of incense, Wang Ying had cut off all the minced and rotten meat in Meng Chongde's abdomen.

"call…"

"The first step is completed."

Looking at the neat cut, Tian Ying led the way with satisfaction.

Then Wang Ying randomly stuffed Meng Chongde's intestines that had flowed onto the board back into the abdominal cavity, and sprinkled some alcohol to disinfect them.

"Woo woo woo~~"

The severe pain caused by the alcohol stimulated the flesh and blood made Meng Chongde break out in cold sweat, the veins in his neck were exposed, and he was about to pass out from the pain.

Wang Ying comforted in a gentle voice: "Because of the five hundred masters, hold on!"

Meng Chongde now just wants to curse.

persist in?

Why do you make me insist?

If you have the ability, let me torture you like this, see if you can hold on!

Such pain is worse than death!

Ah Ong, why didn't you come to save me?

I'm so miserable, woo woo woo~

Meng Chongde completely let go of the suppression of the spirit, and even actively wanted to pass out.

If this can die, then it is a relief.

But just as Meng Chongde's consciousness became blurred, a burst of needle-like stinging pain woke him up.

Looking down, Meng Chongde was in despair.

What kind of pinprick-like pain?

Wang Ying in front of him is stabbing him with a needle!

Not only that, but the needle was actually followed by thread!

Not only Meng Chongde's heart collapsed.

Sun Zhe and Meng Tian, ​​who were watching all this, were even more devastated.

At this time, it seemed that the person lying on the bed was not a person at all, but a puppet!

Letting others rummage through, stuff, clean the intestines, and then sew up the belly with a needle and thread, it's too scary!

This is not treating people as human beings at all.

"vomit~"

Seeing this scene, Sun Zhe couldn't bear the nausea anymore.

While making the sound of stomach cramps, he strode out of the tent to find a place to vomit.

Meng Tian finally couldn't bear it any longer, and asked tremblingly, "Wang Jianjun, why did you sew up this wound with thread again?"

"This is my son, not clothes!"

While continuing to sew, Wang Ying said in a low voice, "General Meng thinks the supervisor has time to sew clothes?"

"If it weren't for this being General Meng's beloved son, I wouldn't have helped him in person."

"General Meng, human skin is elastic.

When a person moves, the skin and flesh will also move accordingly. "

"If it is only wrapped in sackcloth, the skin on both sides of the wound will be difficult to align, and the wound will be difficult to heal.

"Moreover, the flesh and blood inside the wound is exposed, and it is easy to carbuncle and die."

After Meng Chongde's stomach was completely sewn up, Wang Ying let out a sigh of relief and smiled.

"With Meng Wubaizhu's injuries, if the abdominal wound is not stitched up, his intestines will slip out of the abdominal cavity. y

"At that time, Meng Wubai will still die."

At this moment, Wang Ying had a smile on his face, but his hands were covered with blood, and beside him lay a miserable, tied up 'corpse'.

If Wang Ying's current image is photographed and spread, it will definitely scare children so that they dare not even cry!

Meng Tian nodded in confusion, not knowing whether what Wang Ying said was right or not.

After a short rest, Wang Ying spoke again: "Blade No. 1."

Picking up a bigger scalpel, Wang Ying cut Meng Chongde's wound layer by layer with the cross-shaped blade.

The tweezers penetrated into the wound and pulled out a bronze arrowhead.

Hear the clang of bronze arrowheads falling to the ground.

Seeing Meng Chongde's painful struggle, Meng Tian couldn't bear the heartache any longer, "he simply left the tent without seeing or worrying.

"General, are you out too?"

Sun Zhe, who had just vomited, looked at Meng Tian weakly.

Meng Tian sighed softly: "I will continue to watch and it will only make my heart hurt more."

Sun Zhe shook his head with a wry smile: "Looking at the world, how can there be such a cure?"

"Nonsense!"

"Just messing around!"

"General Meng, you actually followed him!"

"The man lying on the plank and being tortured is your beloved son!"

Meng Tian remained silent, just staring at the sky fixedly.

Inside the camp, Wang Ying carefully cleaned and stitched up other wounds on Meng Chongde's body.

Two hours later, Wang Ying finally exhaled a foul breath.

"Wipe sweat!"

"Clean up the table and check the linen count."

Iron Cone immediately began to count the total amount of linen, in case any linen fell into Meng Chongde's body.

Tie Dun wiped Wang Ying's sweat and brought a basin of clean water.

"My lord, clean your hands."

As soon as Wang Ying put his hands into the basin, the water in the basin turned blood red.

After changing three basins of water in a row, Wang Ying's hands were cleaned.

Taking Meng Chongde's pulse again, feeling Meng Chongde's weak but firm pulse, Wang Ying gave Meng Chongde a slightly surprised look.

0......seeking flowers......

"Sure enough, Jiangmen Huzi's Constitution is indeed beyond the reach of ordinary people."

Wang Ying didn't know how much blood loss Meng Chongde had before.

But in the operation just now, Meng Chongde's blood loss was absolutely no less than 800 milliliters.

In the case of losing so much blood, Meng Chongde's pulse was still so firm, which greatly exceeded Wang Ying's expectations.

"That's fine, but it's something I shouldn't do."

Nodding in satisfaction, Wang Ying let the iron shield support her, and walked out of the camp step by step.

"General Meng."

Hearing Wang Ying's voice, Meng Tian turned his head immediately, and saw Wang Ying's complexion was several degrees paler.

Meng Tian's heart twitched immediately, and he asked repeatedly: "Wang Jianjun, how is my son?"

Wang Ying squeezed out a smile and said, "Fortunately, it's not a shame!"

Meng Tian showed joy, and strode into the tent.

Sun Zhe frowned slightly: "Wang Jianjun, although you are a Shangguan, don't make jokes about such things.

"Otherwise Sun will definitely report this matter to His Majesty after returning to Xianyang!"

Wang Ying drew with his right hand: "If Dr. Sun doesn't believe it, he can take a look inside.

Sun Zhe snorted coldly: "Sun wants to see how superb Wang Jianjun's medical skills are!"

Sun Zhe didn't believe it anymore, could Wang Ying's torture-like method really save people?

As soon as he entered the camp, Sun Zhe saw Meng Tian looking at Meng Chongde with distressed and blank eyes.

Seeing Sun Zhe coming in, Meng Tian immediately said: "Please Dr. Sun, let me see how my son is doing."

Sun Zhe nodded and said, "So do what you want!"

After the words fell, Sun Zhe was sitting beside Meng Chongde, with his fingers on Meng Chongde's wrist.

Quietly feeling Meng Chongde's pulse, the expression on Sun Zhe's face changed from anger to doubt, and then from doubt to consternation.

Sun Zhe kept changing his face, and Meng Tian's mood also kept changing. He couldn't help asking: "Doctor Sun, how is the situation?"

Sun Zhe blurted out: "Impossible!"

"This is impossible!"

"It must be a different patient, this pulse cannot appear on Meng Wubaizhu's body!"

Meng Tian frowned slightly: "Doctor Sun, I will be able to recognize my own child.

Immediately, Meng Tian's expression was overjoyed: "Wait!"

"Doctor Sun means that my son has improved?"

Sun Zhe was puzzled, but still nodded and said: "Judging from the pulse condition, your son is still weak.

"However, your son's body has stopped declining, and now he is only weak due to too much blood loss. 17

"As long as there is no carbuncle in the future, there is a high probability that you can save your life."

"Later, Mrs. Sun will open a few pictures to nourish qi and nourish blood..."

Halfway through the speech, Sun Zhe shook his head with a wry smile: "With Wang Jianjun here, why does Sun come out to fight with the axe?"

"But Sun really can't figure it out, how did Wang Jianjun pull the five hundred masters back from the gate of hell?"

Holding Meng Chongde in his arms, Meng Tian's eyes shone brightly.

"I don't understand why this is, but I know one thing."

Facing Sun Zhe's probing gaze, Meng Tian spoke with a trembling voice.

Wang Jianjun's medical skills are definitely the savior of millions of Qin soldiers!"