Dr. Ji looked at Liu Yanzhi up and down, seeing that his dress was the bodyguard in this hospital, his physical fitness was definitely not bad, but he said it too ignorant. The doctor said contemptuously: "The blood can be drawn at will, but it cannot be used at will. This person's blood is divided into several types, including type A, type B, type A, type O, and type O. This is science. If you don't understand, I will tell you that losing randomly will not only not save people, but will also backfire and kill the patient."

Guan Lu couldn't help but say, "Isn't it just a hemolysis reaction? The agglutinators and lectin of different blood types interact with each other. The agglutinated group of red blood cells block small blood vessels, causing blood circulation disorders. The erythrocytes rupture and hemolysis release a large amount of hemoglobin. The excretion of hemoglobin from the kidneys will block the renal tubules and damage the kidney function, causing various adverse reactions, and in severe cases, it will cause death. Therefore, in general, it is homogeneous blood transfusion, but cross-matching experiments are also required. I think your conditions here are not very good, and the injured person's condition is already very critical. He can undergo heterogeneous blood transfusion."

As he said that, Guan Lu pointed at Liu Yanzhi: "He has type O blood, and he can use it."

Dr. Ji was confused. What is the origin of this little girl wearing a big flower jacket? Every set of medical terms is all about it. She may not be a student of the Tokyo Emperor University. He quickly put away his arrogance and nodded, "Yes, yes, yes, omnipotent blood transfusion."

Guan Lu said: "Wrong, because there is no A and B antigen on O-type red blood cells, O-type red blood cells can be injected into patients with a, b and ab when the main lateral matching is combined. However, the plasma of O-type blood contains anti-a clotting and anti-b clotting. If the erythrocyte preparation containing O-type plasma is input into the body of patients with a, b and ab, it will cause adverse reactions of different degrees of immune hemolytic blood transfusion."

Dr. Ji, who graduated from Sendai Medical College, was at a loss: "Is it possible or not?"

Guan Lu said: "The situation is urgent, let's talk about blood transfusion first, and take out your guy's affairs as soon as possible."

Dr. Ji didn't dare to ask for it and took out his medical devices. These days, medical devices are made of metal and glass, and there are no disposable plastic medical equipment. The infusion tubes are rubber, and the syringes are glass, so of course they are all disinfected.

Although Guan Lu is not a doctor, she has rich laboratory experience. She temporarily acted as a nurse and cooperated with Dr. Ji to draw blood for Liu Yanzhi. How much blood is a problem. If the draw is less, it is not enough. If the draw is too much, the donor cannot stand it. Dr. Ji decided to draw 800 milliliters, which is 20% of the normal person's blood volume. Guan Lu expressed her objection, but Liu Yanzhi agreed to draw so much.

"I have experience in this, I can't die. Just go back and eat some pig liver to replenish it." Dr. Ji said, using a thick syringe to draw a full tube of blood from Liu Yanzhi's blood vessels.

The doctor then gave Liu Xiaoyong a blood transfusion in the vein and put a blood bottle on it. After placing a blood bottle, he performed a wound suture surgery. Dr. Ji's level was much higher than Guan Lu. He treated the wound in just a few seconds and then measured the injured person's blood pressure and pulse, which was much smoother than before.

"Doctor Ji, I am so grateful. You have saved my grandfather's life!" Ji Yuqian thanked him very much, but he didn't mention the money. They didn't bring any money and couldn't pay for the medical treatment.

Guan Lu also flattered: "When watching Dr. Ji perform an operation, it's like appreciating an artistic performance."

Dr. Ji was sweating profusely and waved his hand, "I'm sorry, I've practiced this trick on the battlefield."

Everyone was shocked: "Have you been on the battlefield?"

"The Battle of Shanghai was like a flesh and blood mill. At that time, I opened a clinic in Shanghai and was temporarily requisitioned by the military as a field doctor. I saw many gunshot wounds. I had hundreds of surgeries every day and saw no less than three hundred arms and legs." Dr. Ji took a deep breath, "I will never forget that scene."

Everyone respected Dr. Ji in awe.

Liu Yanzhi was pumped a lot of blood, and his face turned pale, but he could still hold on and stood up and said, "Let's go, we still have important things to do."

Ji Yugan said, "Wait a minute, I'll go to the bank to withdraw some money." As he said, he touched his body and shouted, "Oh no, the passbook is gone. It's really bad. Dr. Ji, let's do this, I'll leave two horses to settle the bill."

To everyone's surprise, Dr. Ji showed a meaningful smile and said, "What a small matter, what's the point. If you are inconvenient, you owe it first. If you have something to do, leave first. The old man lives in my clinic. I'll come and pick it up after it's done. Then settle the accounts at that time."

"That's good." Ji Yu smiled dryly, and everyone exchanged their gazes, thinking that this method was feasible. Although they didn't know Dr. Ji, those who had experienced the Battle of Songhu would never be traitors and betray Liu Xiaoyong to the Japanese.

So we decided to leave Liu Xiaoyong in the provincial capital and left first. The next stop was Nantai. It was obviously not suitable to ride a horse. Time was tight, so they divided into two groups. Liu Yanzhi and Guan Lu went to buy train tickets, and Lao Chengtou and Ji Yu went to sell mules and horses.

There is a horse market street in the provincial capital that specializes in trading large animals. The mules are sold. Lao Chengtou and the buyer completed the transaction in their sleeves. They handed over the money and delivered the goods in the other hand, and exchanged them for a large number of central storage coupons. The mighty and majestic and majestic horse could not be sold. A discerning person could tell at a glance that this was the war horse of the Imperial Army. No one dared to buy it. In the end, there was no way, so he had to sell it to the butcher at a low price to make smoked horse meat and smoked horse sausages. Anyway, it was a member of the invaders. The Five Insect Temple, which commemorated the Chinese people, was also its destination.

The fastest means of transportation from Omi to Nantai is trains. During the war, train transportation was very tight, and most of the transportation capacity had to give way to military demand. The people only had one ticket train every day. Tickets started to be sold two hours before departure. The train station was crowded, but the order was much better than in 1948. Passengers lined up in line, because the Japanese military police wearing white armbands were holding bayonets and guns to maintain order.

Liu Yanzhi has experience in buying train tickets. No matter what era, only the poor are queuing up to buy tickets. The rich find hotels to buy them, the powerful find the webmaster to approve notes, and the capable are directly riding special trains. They sold mules and exchanged for a large number of cash coupons, and it was more than enough to buy a few tickets for first-class cars.

Next to the train station, there is a high-end hotel called "Yawa Hotel", which can buy train tickets on behalf of you. Liu Yanzhi bought four high-priced tickets, first-class tickets, and took the sleeping tickets. Then he asked the hotel servants to help them get into the station with their luggage, and get on the train first-class carriage. There are dignitaries, rich men who make a fortune in war, well-dressed pseudo-government officials, and Japanese officers in a well-dressed military uniform. The train radio was filled with sad Japanese music like sorrow and music, and it was suddenly interrupted and began to broadcast the great achievements of the Japanese Navy in the Pacific.

"All General Yamamoto was knocked out, and he was still fucking blowing." Ji Yugan couldn't help but mutter. The Japanese officer on the other side of the aisle stared at him. He was a young army lieutenant, leaning on a saber, and was fierce.

"おはようございます" Ji Yugan bowed slightly and greeted him in standard Japanese. The officer nodded slightly, his eyes softer.

After waiting for half an hour, the train whistle roared and slowly started. He headed westward. The Japanese lieutenant's gaze looked over from time to time, and more of it fell on Guan Lu.

While buying tickets, Guan Lu took the time to go to a shopping mall, bought a dress, and changed the big red jacket of the country lady, a Western-style top hat, a women's shirt, skirt, yellow leather shoes, which were intellectual and elegant when worn. No wonder she attracted the attention of Japanese officers.

"Dr. Guan, attract bees and butterflies." Liu Yanzhi, who was sitting opposite, said sarcastically.

Guan Lu blushed and whispered: "Can I blame me? This kid has never seen a beautiful woman. What can I do?"

The train was moving forward at a speed of 40 kilometers per hour. The scenery outside the window was depressed and withered. It was almost noon when the dining car started serving lunch. The Japanese lieutenant finally couldn't help but walked over with a saber, stood attentively, bowed, and said, "My, is there any honor to invite lunch?"

He spoke Concorde, a new language with Chinese and Japanese grammar, just like Pidgin English. Although it is uneven and stiff, both sides can listen to it very much.

Guan Lu pretended not to hear it, and Liu Yanzhi and Lao Cheng didn't say anything. Ji Yu stood up and responded in Japanese, thanking the Second Lieutenant for the invitation, but we were not hungry.

The young lieutenant was a little restrained, blushed, and his hands were holding the edge of his hat. The blue veins in his temples rose, and he bowed again: "I'm disturbing."

Liu Yanzhi glanced at the lieutenant. This kid is tall and handsome among the Japanese. He is about the same height as himself and has a very suitable military uniform.

"Taijun, I have great honor to eat." Liu Yan stood up straight and said, holding the box cannon around his waist.

The second lieutenant was overjoyed: "My treats, the food truck goes."

Liu Yan said straight: "Roasted chicken, sashimi, sake misomi."

The second lieutenant and Liu Yanzhi laughed loudly, Ji Yu turned his head aside, Guan Lu rolled his eyes, but Old Chengtou was secretly happy, and moved his joints and a bang.

...

In the provincial capital, Ji's clinic, Liu Xiaoyong woke up from a coma. His old eyes were blurred. He only saw white walls, white bed sheets, and white coats. A familiar face came into his eyes. The man said, "Old man, you are awake."

"Military Doctor..." Liu Xiaoyong recognized this person as an old friend he met during the Battle of Shanghai. He was a medical student in Japan, but he was a firm anti-Japanese faction. He heard that he later joined the Military Control Commission and was active in the enemy's back line. After the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, he was rescued and returned to the field to open a hospital. In the early days of liberation, he was shot dead by the People's Government as a remnant military, police and constitutional special forces.

Dr. Ji was puzzled. He didn't know this old man, so how did the other party know that he had been a military doctor?

"Old man, do you know me?"

"You worked as a field military doctor during the Battle of Shanghai and received medals. Now the provincial capital is open for clinics, which are actually underground transportation stations of the Military Control Commission." Liu Xiaoyong said, looking at the traffic outside the window, confirming that it was Omi in 1943, and he was filled with emotion.

Dr. Ji's expression changed drastically, he turned around and left. He took out a small flower mouth from the mezzanine of the drawer, loaded it with a thud and aimed at Liu Xiaoyong: "Who are you!"

Liu Xiaoyong did not answer. He saw his reflection on the glass window, which seemed to have changed a little. He was no longer a centenarian, but like himself twenty years ago. Mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
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