Demon Li hasn't shown his great sword yet!

Everything calmed down.

It's so scary!

At least on the ground in Somalia, no one who dared to provoke the big devil.

"Safe!"

Seeing the incredible scattering of the armed personnel in the distance, Sakurai Kika on the back seat of the jeep relaxed and cried with joy.

Finally saved.

“Hahaha, wuwu…”

Nobita Yamamoto was crying after being exhausted. He wiped his tears, returned to the passenger seat, walked around the front of the car, opened the door of the driver's seat, untied the seat belt for the driver who had lost consciousness, dying, and shook him hard, and said, "Okamoto, Okamoto, please cheer up, what else can you say, hurry up."

In this place where there is no village in front and no shop in the back, all he can do is to let the driver Okamoto Fujito leave a last word for his wife, children as much as possible.

"Don't you want to save him?"

Li Bai stood behind Nobita Yamamoto and looked at the guy's actions in confusion.

"Where is (Shenma)?~"

Nobita Yamamoto turned his head in disbelief.

I didn't see that Okamoto was already unconscious, and he was venting but not breathing. Is it almost dead?

"I'm a doctor!"

Li Bai was confident and was very qualified to practice, including the Chinese version, the Japanese version, the German version, and the best.

Are you obviously not a surgeon?

Nobita Yamamoto swallowed this sentence forcibly, full of desire to survive.

Didn't see those vicious armed personnel turning around without hesitation when they saw Li Bai and ran away (escape?). Didn't they think about it?

No one wants to get a registration here at Li Bai.

Sakurai Kika, whose emotions had completely stabilized, urged: "Yamamoto, help Okamoto get in the car quickly. He has saved us just now."

She had forgotten the personal information of Li Da Demon. This guy was a psychiatrist. The guy who had a weak brain went to see him for treatment.

The hoarse voice made Yamamoto Nobita, who was a little distracted, shuddered and regained his soul.

He took a deep breath, picked up Okamoto Fujito and followed him to Li Bai's drag-type RV.

Forget it, let’s do it if you die!

Lord Sakurai's words reminded Yamamoto Nobita that he might be able to make a way out.

"Okay, let it go here!"

Li Bai quickly shook out the surgical sheets, placed them on the sofa, and directed Yamamoto Nobita to put the wounded down.

As soon as he let go, Nobita Yamamoto collapsed to the ground with exhaustion.

Just now, he consumed a lot of his energy in the jeep, and then forced the driver Okamoto Fujito to carry the RV, completely taking the last bit of energy, sat on the ground, leaning against the sofa legs, gasping heavily.

"Do you know his blood type if you lose too much blood, do you need to have a blood transfusion?"

Li Bai took out a surgical instrument box from a hanging cabinet.

The spare parts given to him by the head of the medical team, Li Fengsai, were not returned to him and placed in the RV as emergency spares, which is now in handy.

The equipment and supplies in the box are disinfected. You can use it directly by disassembling the vacuum seal. Scalpel, hemostatic cotton, and blood transfusion tools are all available, and a complete set of battlefield rescue supplies.

After a few breaths, Yamamoto Nobita regained some strength, but still said weakly: "Okamoto has type AB blood, and he can accept any blood type. Just draw my blood. I am type A."

He forced himself to roll up his sleeves and wanted to give the driver a blood transfusion.

What's more, Okamoto's life was fought, allowing the other two people in the car to escape the attacker's bullets. Nobita Yamamoto thought he was strong and it was nothing to draw some blood.

Sakurai Kika, who was following the car, saw Li Bai pulling out a thin scalpel and pointing it at the chest of the driver Okamoto Fujito, and was involuntarily startled: "Don't kill it! Is there an X-ray machine in the car?"

If such a sharp knife is stabbed in the wrong position, it is probably going to die immediately. Is this young doctor serious?

Not only does it have an X-ray machine, there are no equipment such as small B-ultrasound and shadowless lights, but it doesn’t even have the most basic disinfection of the car. Just do it just by hand. How brutal and rough it is.

Sakurai Kika couldn't help but worry about the driver. This young Chinese doctor simply took human life.

“I don’t need an X-ray machine here!”

Li Bai looked up at Sakurai Kika when he heard the sound, but he didn't stop in his hand and waved it a few casually.

The fabric on the injured person's chest immediately turned into fine strips of cloth, and it was pulled down with a slight grab, revealing the bloody chest, a four-inch-long oblique wound and five or six smaller wounds.

However, around the wound, no inch of skin tissue was accidentally injured by an extremely sharp scalpel. The preoperative clearing work was instantly completed, and all wounds were completely exposed to sight.

"Ah!~"

Seeing this scene, Sakurai Kika exclaimed in a panic and couldn't help but cover her mouth.

The other party's hand was too fast, and he couldn't see clearly how the knife cut the clothes.

"Two shrapnel and some broken glass, fortunately, it didn't hurt the internal organs. What a blessing in misfortune!"

Li Bai took out a hemostatic forceps in one hand and directly inserted them into the wound on the chest of the injured person Okamoto Fujito.

Holding the pointed tweezers in the other hand, he penetrated into the wound like a chicken pecking rice. His movements were straightforward and neat. Every time he could pick up something, throw it into the stainless steel discard plate, making a jingling sound.

A two-inch-long metal piece, a half-inch-long metal piece, and sixteen broken glasses lined up in a row, making people shocking to see.

The heavy bleeding on the chest injured a blood vessel, and now it was temporarily suppressed by the hemostatic forceps and no longer burst into bleeding.

The fatal injury of the veteran Japanese driver was not the shrapnel and glass slag that shot into his chest, but the blood vessel that caused great blood loss. Now it was pressed by the hemostatic forceps. This life was temporarily saved, but it was still not out of danger. Further hemostatic suture and blood transfusion are needed.

"The next one is stitching, Ready-GO!~"

After thoroughly debridement with sterile saline, Li Bai's hands controlled the tweezers and needles in dazzling movements. The tiny needle dragged an absorbable thread and appeared in the wound. The whole process did not exceed fifteen seconds. Then a light sound was heard, and the tail of the thread was successfully cut and the blood vessel suture was completed.

Within the mapping range of the glazed heart, the blood vessels hidden behind the subcutaneous fat layer seemed to have been magnified countless times in Li Bai's mind, and the feedback of every subtle action could be clearly perceived.

For him, this was not a slender blood vessel, but a community-level main water supply pipe thicker than a bucket.

The next wound suture was much simpler. Continue to debride, wash away the blood and tissue fluid that spilled out of the capillaries, and directly left and left, left and right, stitches were neatly arranged, and a few anti-inflammatory adhesive tapes were directly patted on it. This is a military medical product, also an absorbable material, containing the effects of continuous anti-inflammatory and sterilization and promoting wound healing. It can even contact sewage for a short time without infecting the wound, providing a certain amount of protection in harsh environments.

After one week, there was little left of the entire anti-inflammatory adhesive tape, and the wound healing degree was equivalent to two weeks without tape, or even more.

“OVER!~”

The whole process did not exceed ten minutes. Dr. Li Bai finished work and sent blood to the veteran Japanese driver.

People in the martial arts world are called Kuaishou, and they are talking about him. The local Papagana tribe in Somalia is so convincing that after a little inquiry, you will know how amazing the stitching workload was that night.

Yamamoto's blood is being continuously transported into Okamoto Fujito's body.

Sakurai Kika next to her failed to escape the disaster. She was connected to her arm with a blood-collection bag, looking desperate.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

Her eyes fell deep in the carriage, and the two girls didn't see it from beginning to end. They played their laptops all the way, and they shouted from time to time. Looking at the pictures on the screen, it was clearly playing games.

Baga!~

Okamoto needs so much blood, and the doctor needs surgery, so he can not draw blood, but why don’t you two contribute a little?

"Um?"

Li Bai noticed the change in Sakurai's expression and smiled slightly and said, "If the blood of the two of them is lost to the wounded, it will be dead!"

Different species, if you are rudely transfusion, you may think that the injured person will not die quickly enough.

Even if it is not a witch, but the blood of an ordinary small animal, people will still die.

Once the blood source is incorrect, the blood vessels may coagulate on a large scale, or the red blood cells may collapse one after another, and it will be a dead end. -
Chapter completed!