[Comprehensive] Reincarnation Thousand Years

Those samurai soon discovered the nearby Nannangren and Fukuyama Zexia. Just as they were about to kill them, another samurai who had confronted these samurai before appeared and rescued the two , but his companion fell down.

At this moment, someone else came over.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the warriors immediately left with the injured members.

Fukuyama Zexia first went to see the samurai who fell before, and pressed his hand on the neck of the opponent. After finding that there was no sign of the artery beating, he wanted to raise his wrist to check the time on the watch and announce the time of death. But it turns out that it doesn't work at all.

So she turned to look at the situation on Nanfang Ren's side.

"This wound..."

Fukuyama Zexia knelt down and looked at the wound on the samurai's forehead caused by the samurai sword.

"South, he needs immediate surgery."

"I know, but in this situation—"

There are neither conditions nor tools for surgery.

Although Zexia Fukuyama was carrying a set of tools, but in such a deep mountain and old forest, the conditions for any surgery were not met. How can he do it?

The seriously wounded warrior asked: "Loyal soldier... over there, where is my companion..."

Fukuyama Zexia, who had checked the situation before, answered him simply: "Dead."

After hearing this answer, the badly wounded warrior said, "I must die."

When the other party said this, Nanfang Ren immediately replied: "No, in this case, we just need to have an operation immediately."

Even after two years of medical support in Africa, Fukuyama Zexia still feels that although the success rate of this operation is high, the complications that may occur after the operation are unattainable.

If it gets inflamed, it's really all over.

"Please don't laugh at being an imposing warrior, but you are greedy for life and afraid of death..." The warrior with a serious forehead injury said in a weak voice, "But if I die here now, my family will collapse. My mother and sister Will be on the streets. Please, I can't just die like this."

The few reinforcements who were going to kill the two "futures who travel through time and space" finally appeared.

The person at the head looked at the scene in front of him, and asked sharply, "I am a retainer of the Mito clan, what happened?!"

The samurai whose head was still bleeding forced himself up, and with the support of Nanfang Ren, he cheered up and answered: "I am Kyoutaro Tachibana, who lives in Tongshugu, Yushima 4-chome. Junzaburo Ogasawara. We were hunted down by three unknown men, and my companion was killed."

Fukuyama Zexia, who was already prepared to "turn around and run away when the situation is not good", immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

With such an address of a local aborigine, the two outsiders, she and Nanfang Ren, can finally get some light, so as not to be caught as unknown persons.

Even better, he passed out after speaking.

Fukuyama Zexia opened the medicine box he was holding in his hand, took out the emergency flashlight from it, and after installing the battery, he realized belatedly that he didn't know if there was such a thing in the history of this era.

If it was the Edo period... Or, before the Edo period, maybe the tragedy would hit the troubled era of the Warring States period, and the situation would be bad.

What if he was caught as a monster?

While various possible problems were bombarding Fukuyama Zexia's head in turn, Nanfang Ren had already completed a simple inspection.

Then after talking with the retainers of the Mito clan, let them help send that Tachibana Kyoutaro back to his residence.

Fukuyama Zexia picked up the medicine box in his hand, stuffed the small portable flashlight into the wide and long pocket of the windbreaker, and looked at his watch.

Although the above time is no longer credible, the timing work can still be used.

Fukuyama Zexia helped carry the corner of the stretcher, and ran all the way in the old streets of low-rise bungalows, while asking Nanfang Ren who had just checked the samurai surnamed Tachibana beside him: "Nanfang, what's the situation?"

"Possibly an acute epidural hematoma."

Fukuyama Zexia immediately raised his wrist and looked at the time on his watch.

"Then we have to speed up."

If the operation is not performed within 10, [-] minutes... at the latest, within an hour, the savior will be dead.

After trotting all the way for more than half an hour, the group finally arrived at their destination.

The mother and sister that Kyoutaro Tachibana rushed out of the house were all sad. His mother even thought he was dead, and what he brought back was a corpse.

After asking those Mito clan people to carry Tachibana Kyoutaro into the house, these people left to deal with other things that happened tonight.

The next step is preoperative preparation.

"Your son is not dead, but if you don't operate now, it will be too late."

After Nanfang Ren finished speaking with the lady, he rushed into the house.

Fukuyama Zexia, who had figured out what he was going to do, immediately shouted at him: "I'm going to prepare the medicine!"

Fukuyama Zexia rushed into a room and yelled at the two mother and daughter pairs: "I want to change clothes, don't come in!"

Then he quickly took off his windbreaker and the shirt he was wearing inside, and changed himself from a pack of vacuum-sealed disposable surgical clothes at the bottom of the specially customized medicine box After that, the inventory of medicines began.

Although it was something that had been reorganized last night, it is still beneficial and harmless to confirm it again.

There are also two sets of local anesthetics, disposable needles, and surgical instruments. Gauze and medical tape are also neatly placed, as well as some other commonly used drugs and emergency medicines.

It can fully cope with most emergencies.

After closing the medicine box and taking out the flashlight from the windbreaker, Fukuyama Zexia immediately rushed out of the room he was in.

"Why is it necessary to have a craniotomy all of a sudden..."

Even in Africa, they wouldn't just use these things to perform craniotomy.

No, when it happened to her, it was usually just a shot of morphine - which was impossible when even morphine was in short supply - and prayed to God that he would go easier.

Fukuyama Zexia grabbed the mother and asked, "South... I mean, where is the young man who came with me?"

"Ah—" The other party was obviously taken aback by Fukuyama Zexia's attire, "Please, please come with me."

Fukuyama Zexia ran into the house, opened his medicine box, and took out the things needed for the operation from it.

"Gauze and alcohol are here."

Fukuyama Zexia took out the intact bottle of alcohol and the gauze still in the packaging bag from the box.

"Doctor Fukuyama, please help me."

"no problem."

Zexia Fukuyama nodded, took out the mask and medical cap and put them on.

At this moment, the door was slammed open, and the mother was wearing a white kimono, sitting seriously in a corner of the room.

"I'm not leaving."

There is no point in explaining any more, I can only acquiesce in her existence.

The subsequent operation went smoothly, except that the mother covered her mouth and screamed for a while when she first cut a hole in the skull with carpenter tools, and then there were some incidents that were not big or small. , The operation is finally completed.

"The next three days need to be observed. If there is no accident within three days, then there is almost no problem."

The next three days will be a tough battle.

Fukuyama Zexia asked, "Can you give the two of us a place to rest?"

The lady named Saki immediately got up and took her and Nanfang Ren to the empty room.

The biggest advantage of the samurai's residence is that there are two vacant guest rooms to live in.

After Fukuyama Zexia thanked him, he didn't think about the whereabouts of his windbreaker and shirt, took off the surgical gown on his body, and pulled up the quilt and fell asleep without caring about the whereabouts of the clothes.

When she woke up, she looked around, and after thinking of something important, she immediately lifted the quilt, barely put on the surgical gown again, opened the door, and saw Ms. Saki standing at the door holding her windbreaker and shirt.

"That, that, I'm here to give you clothes..."

"Thank you." Fukuyama Zexia took the clothes, and when he was about to close the door, he looked at Ms. Saki who was standing at the door with an awkward expression, and smiled embarrassedly, "Sorry, my personality is not very good, if I get hurt Where your feelings are, please be more forgiving."

"No, it won't..."

While Ms. Saki was talking here, Fukuyama Zeka had already closed the door.

She changed and wiped off the dust, straightened the wrinkled clothes, and reappeared at the door.

After finding his medicine box and counting the used medicines and surgical tools in it, Fukuyama Zexia had to face the severe situation again.

What era is this?

He actually called the surgeon Dr. Lan Fang... "Lan doctor" - it seems that the only western country that communicated with Japan in the past was the Netherlands... everything that came from the West has "Netherlands" attached to it Label.

Doctors who use Western medicine are called "Lan doctors".

"Well, Miss Saki, what era is it?"

After changing clothes, Fukuyama Zexia asked Miss Saki who was preparing to cook.

"Wenjiu two years."

"Wait, wait a minute."

What Fukuyama Zexia hates the most in his life is the calculation of the Japanese emperor's reign and the conversion between the public government.

"Excuse me, now..." I searched my mind, but found that I could only ask one question, "Has the black ship been here?"

"About ten years ago."

After Ms. Saki answered, she laughed again.

"Doctor, you are the same as that southern doctor, you always ask the same question."

"South..." Fukuyama Zexia felt his head still hurting, "Excuse me, where did South go?"

At this moment, Nanfang Ren appeared: "Ah, Fukuyama, are you looking for me?"

After Fukuyama thanked Ms. Saki, he immediately took his medicine box and led Nanfang Ren out.

"Nanfang, do you know what's going on now?"

"Of course I know."

Nanfang Ren scratched his hair irritably.

"It would be nice to be dreaming now."

Fukuyama Zexia looked at Nanfang Ren beside him with a dead fish face: "If you think so, let me give you two slaps."

"Why did you hit me?"

The blessing of dragging You Yong Future, as her fiancé, Nanfang Ren and Fukuyama Zexia can be regarded as a relationship that can be talked about. Although there has been no communication between them for two full years, that friendship It is still preserved-in the Edo period hundreds of years ago, this friendship is even more precious.

"Because I need you to tell me this isn't a dream."

"you……"

"South, do you know what's going on now? We can make history."

Unlike Nan Nanren's fear of changing history, Fukuyama Zexia's eyes were beating with a terrifying light.

"Can create a disease that can cure the future acquired - such a new future!"

The name of this light is - ambition.

It can destroy a person, and it can also create a person. It can destroy an era, and it can create a new era.