Chapter 5

However, when the fat man Qiu heard these words, he became even more uneasy. He knew that he had no connection with God and had never seriously prayed from childhood to adulthood. In fact, he did not believe in any nonsense about a virgin birth or God creating everything. If this Tartar was really sent by God, he would certainly be here to torment him, not to save him!

Zhu Jishi did not care what the fat man Qiu was thinking. He simply nodded at him and used a scalpel to make a cut next to the wound on the fat man's belly. However, ... he did not completely cut through the thick belly and fat, which showed that his skills were really not up to par! Zhu Jishi shook his head and made another cut along the first incision, and then he saw blood gushing out!

"Really hurts!" the fat man Qiu shouted in his heart. Now he was truly suffering. He had taken opium too early, and the effects had mostly worn off, leaving him unable to withstand the pain! The current situation was like being cut open without anesthesia. Even among the perverted Japanese samurai, nine out of ten would not be able to endure it and would ask someone to cut off their head.

The fat man, with his hands and feet tied, struggled desperately, but under the combined efforts of Heming and Blomstein, Zhu Jishi managed to cut open the fat man's belly. Then he reached into the fat man's abdomen, feeling around for a long time but not finding the bullet. In the end, he actually pulled out the fat man's stinky intestine!

Everyone's eyes widened at this. The maid named Lucy screamed and fainted, and then the fat man Qiu also rolled his eyes and lost consciousness. At this moment, Zhu Jishi pointed to a hole in the intestine and said calmly, "The bullet pierced the intestine. If the bullet is not removed in time, Mr. Churchill will die."

Isn't he already doomed? Blomstein and Heming exchanged glances, and Lady Isabella's face turned extremely pale. Suddenly, they heard Zhu Jishi shout, "Blomstein, transfusion! Heming, give me the hemostat!" The two quickly came to their senses. One handed the hemostat to Zhu Jishi so he could clamp the bleeding points, while the other used a syringe to inject the blood from the wine glass into the fat man's arm.

"I found the bullet." With a light sound, a deformed lead bullet fell onto the wooden table. Zhu Jishi then said, "Needle and thread."

Blomstein quickly handed the prepared suture to Zhu Jishi. As mentioned earlier, Zhu Jishi studied basic medicine, which is essentially internal medicine. He had no surgical skills, only some theoretical knowledge and experience from anatomy classes. Therefore, he had to make several cuts to open the fat man's belly, and now he was sewing the stitches in a messy and uneven manner. If Ye Yiren saw this, she would surely laugh for three months. However, he finally managed to sew up the hole in the intestine, put it back in place, and then sew up the muscles and skin on the fat man's belly. He also applied an anti-inflammatory drug provided by Dr. Blomstein to the wound and wrapped it with gauze. As for antibiotics, Zhu Jishi was not ready to use them on the fat man unless the wound became infected and he developed a high fever. The two strips of cephalosporin in his backpack were like miraculous drugs before he "invented" penicillin and streptomycin!

...

"Really hurts!"

Just as Zhu Jishi, Blomstein, and Will Heming were carrying the fat man Qiu into the bedroom, a heart-wrenching scream echoed, and the fat man had regained consciousness.

"Hehehe, don't move around. Do you know how heavy you are?" Will Heming, who almost killed Churchill, said with a disdainful look. "It's just a few cuts on your belly and your intestine being pulled out. What's the big deal? Can't the descendant of Duke John Churchill endure a little pain?"

"Will, you bastard! I'm about to die, and you're still mocking me. I can't let Isabella be with you. She is so kind, so pure, and so beautiful. If she has to be with you, I will die with my eyes open! I will challenge you to a duel!"

When Zhu Jishi and Blomstein heard the fat man's loud voice, their hearts finally relaxed. Even someone with no medical knowledge knew that Mr. Churchill's life was basically saved. Zhu Jishi now had a profound and mysterious expression. After the surgery, he and Blomstein discussed medical issues for a full hour. The more they discussed, the more they felt that Zhu Jishi's medical skills were superb—of course, this was not surprising, as he was a top student from a medical school 172 years in the future! If his medical skills were not superb, wouldn't his six years in medical school have been wasted?

In Zhu Jishi's view, the medical standards of this era were purely... murder! And even more cruel murder! If viewed from the perspective of the 21st century, the Western doctors of this era could be considered sadistic killers. These people dared to perform surgery without basic knowledge of surgical disinfection and blood transfusion! Wasn't this murder? If the patient did not die from infection or excessive bleeding, it was a matter of luck! As for anesthesia, it was basically opium and alcohol! How much pain relief did these two things provide? Giving a few puffs of opium and then cutting off limbs—wasn't this sadism?

By the way, 19th-century European doctors were all damned drug dealers! Opium was a must-have in their medical kits and the most effective painkiller. As long as the patient needed it and could afford it, the doctors would immediately sell opium to them. More shockingly, opium was openly sold in pharmacies in Western capitalist countries at that time! Were they running pharmacies or opium dens?

Even more unforgivable was the large-scale murder of pregnant women and infants by 19th-century Western doctors! Due to the lack of necessary surgical disinfection, nearly 10% of women who gave birth naturally would die from puerperal fever or other bacterial infections! As for cesarean sections, they were unimaginable, so difficult labor was almost a death sentence for pregnant women.

No wonder these white people did not have population problems in later generations; it was all thanks to these sadistic killer doctors!

In short, in Zhu Jishi's view, the doctors of this era were all heinous criminals, and they were particularly perverted and shameless. Fortunately, he had studied medicine before he came to this era; otherwise, if he got sick in this era of sadistic killer doctors, he would surely be killed by a doctor like Blomstein.

However, in the eyes of Dr. Blomstein and the fat man who had been cut open, Zhu Jishi, the Tartar doctor, was also a similar character. Otherwise, how did the nickname "Jack the Ripper" come about?

"Alright, just put him on this bed," Isabella said. She had already instructed the servants to clean a bedroom and, following Zhu Jishi's instructions, had replaced all the sheets and bedding with clean ones.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch... Oh, can't you be a little gentler?" The fat man Qiu howled again because the rough-handed men, finding him too heavy, had thrown him onto the bed, causing his wound to be pulled and causing him great pain.

Blomstein still seemed to doubt that the fat man had really escaped death. He took out a thermometer to measure the fat man's temperature and found that he did not have a fever. The old man scratched his sparse white hair and sighed heavily, "It's a miracle. He was cut open, had a blood transfusion, and even had his intestine removed..."

"Intestine! Oh, is my intestine still there?" The fat man Qiu seemed to remember that his intestine had been pulled out by a Tartar and looked at Zhu Jishi with a tense expression.

"It's back in place, sewn up and put back. Not a bit is missing." Zhu Jishi lifted the blanket covering the fat man and examined the bandaged wound. There was not much blood seeping through, and he nodded, smiling gently. "Mr. Churchill, I must say your physical condition is excellent. The wound should heal quickly." Then he said to Blomstein, "Give him... give him some opium to help him sleep well. He should feel less pain tomorrow."

There was no choice; there was no other painkiller besides opium. As for whether the fat man Qiu would become an opium addict, it would depend on his own willpower!