Chapter 21

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"Xiao Chen, draw my blood!" After a series of internal struggles, Cheng Chumo finally gritted his teeth and stepped out from the crowd.

Seeing Cheng Chumo step forward, Zhao Chen secretly felt relieved. Even though he could understand the importance of bloodline in this class-rigid era, he did not want his brothers to be cold-blooded animals who could ignore others' lives.

Zhao Chen hugged Cheng Chumo tightly, and Cheng Chumo grinned foolishly. Some things didn't need to be said; as long as they understood each other, it was enough!

After Cheng Chumo stepped forward, several other young rascals gradually followed, but they did not include people like Changsun Chong. Zhao Chen had already said he wouldn't force anyone.

Unfortunately, among those who stepped forward, only Cheng Chumo's blood type matched Liu Cheng's. The others, upon hearing that their blood was not suitable, visibly relaxed.

Not enough! Even if Cheng Chumo were drained dry, it wouldn't be enough for Liu Cheng's needs. Zhao Chen stood in the dilapidated courtyard of Liu Cheng's home, pacing back and forth in frustration.

At this moment, the courtyard was surrounded by people from the neighborhood, all craning their necks to see how the young doctor would save Liu Cheng, who was like a living dead man.

"Little Master, is drawing blood really safe?" After a while, a hesitant voice came from the crowd.

Zhao Chen quickly assured them. To dispel their concerns, he rolled up his sleeve and let Daoist Sun draw his blood.

However, Cheng Chumo rolled up his own sleeve and insisted that Daoist Sun draw his blood, but Zhao Chen kicked him aside. Since he had proposed the idea, he had to let others see him being drawn to completely dispel their doubts.

As it turned out, Sun Simiao was never a fussy person. Once he understood how to draw blood, he immediately inserted the needle into Zhao Chen's vein. The pain made Zhao Chen grimace, and he instantly hated the old Daoist!

The fresh red blood flowed through the IV tube into the blood bag, and everyone, including the young rascals like Changsun Chong, watched with wide eyes.

50cc, Zhao Chen quickly winked at the old Daoist, just for show. He still had to perform surgery on Liu Cheng later! If you drain me unconscious, who will do it?

The old Daoist, seeing Zhao Chen's signal, quickly pulled out the needle. Another pain in his arm made Zhao Chen hate the old Daoist even more.

Indeed, with Zhao Chen as a living example, everyone's concerns were instantly dispelled. One person stepped forward, and then many more followed.

Seeing the courtyard quickly fill with people, Zhao Chen was deeply moved. These were truly kind-hearted people!

Liu Cheng's wife and children were on the ground, bowing repeatedly and crying their hearts out. Liu Cheng's son, with a missing leg, had a black and thin face, with tears and snot streaming down. The sight was heart-wrenching.

They stubbornly believed that these people were risking their lives to save Liu Cheng's life. Although it wasn't actually the case, Zhao Chen didn't bother to explain.

One by one, they were tested for blood type. Those who matched were kept, and those who didn't were politely sent away.

"Actually, those who have had their blood drawn might benefit from some nourishment!" Seeing Changsun Chong and his group standing there like fools, fists clenched, looking as if they had a grudge against someone, Zhao Chen couldn't help but mutter as he passed by.

Changsun Chong's expression changed slightly, and then he seemed to suddenly understand. His previously gloomy face brightened, and he stood at the gate like a door god.

To those who had just had their blood drawn, he immediately gave a tael of gold, saying to buy a chicken to nourish themselves. They waved their hands in panic, saying a chicken was not worth a tael of gold.

But seeing the determined attitude of the young noble, they had to take the gold and leave happily.

The other young rascals, seeing Changsun Chong's actions, quickly followed suit, standing at the gate and distributing gold. They couldn't draw blood, but they had plenty of gold!

Seeing this scene, Zhao Chen couldn't help but smile. Who said he didn't like the Tang Dynasty? Come out and say it again if you dare!

Fresh blood slowly entered Liu Cheng's body, with a blood bag and a bottle of medicine hanging on the side. Zhao Chen wore a mask and rubber gloves. Without modern precision instruments, he had to rely on the old Daoist to monitor blood pressure and pulse.

The infected and rotten parts had to be completely removed, with a large amount of black, mushy herbs mixed with the flesh. Zhao Chen hoped the infection wouldn't spread to the internal organs, or Liu Cheng would be beyond saving.

Sun Simiao's eyes were wide open, not missing any detail. Seeing Zhao Chen's hand tremble slightly, he thought for a moment and then took the knife from Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen watched the old Daoist's skilled hands, wishing he could slap himself. This was a huge mistake in his mindset!

Thinking he was from the future, he had some contempt for ancient people, forgetting that Hua Tuo had once dared to perform a craniotomy on Cao Cao, even though he was eventually executed. This showed that surgery was not invented by modern people.

In fact, entrusting tasks to professionals made everything much easier!

When the old Daoist removed the infected and rotten parts from Liu Cheng's wound, Zhao Chen quickly cleaned the inside with medicine, making sure no impurities were left, as secondary infection could be disastrous.

The medical conditions were extremely poor, and luck played a significant role. After cleaning and suturing the wound, Zhao Chen saw Liu Cheng's originally pale face gradually turn rosy, and he felt happy for Liu Cheng.

This was a life! Once standing alive before him, now lying like a living dead man. Zhao Chen sincerely hoped Liu Cheng could survive the coming days.

Another heart-wrenching bout of vomiting!

Zhao Chen suddenly realized he wasn't cut out to be a hero. When he came out of the room and everyone started cheering, the old Daoist stood there calmly, lost in thought, still immersed in the surgery, while he stood there, helplessly vomiting in front of everyone.

He couldn't help it; the stench of decay kept wafting into his nose. Being able to hold it until now, Zhao Chen was starting to admire himself.

After vomiting for a while, he quickly took a handkerchief soaked in alcohol and covered his mouth. He had prepared a handkerchief for the old Daoist out of kindness, but the old Daoist's angry look made him quickly retract it.

The old Daoist was still immersed in the surgery, and it would probably take a few hours for him to come back to his senses.

Liu Cheng's wife and children were now crawling in the courtyard, bowing to everyone. If not for these people, they would have become orphans.

"Tell me, what's your name?" When Liu Hu'er crawled to Zhao Chen, he squatted down and spoke kindly. Although it was impolite to speak with a handkerchief over his mouth, without the alcohol, he probably couldn't speak at all.

"Liu Hu'er!" Liu Hu'er looked up at the kind-faced Zhao Chen and answered crisply, with bright tears on his black and thin face.

Liu Hu'er's head was slapped hard by Liu Cheng's wife, shocking both Zhao Chen and Liu Hu'er. She loudly scolded him for not using respectful terms when speaking to their savior, and if not for the savior, his father wouldn't be alive.

She scolded him for being an ungrateful wretch!

Zhao Chen couldn't argue with such a woman. He pushed Liu Cheng's wife aside and rolled up Liu Hu'er's empty pant leg.

Liu Hu'er's leg was as thin as a stick, with the lower part of the calf cut off at the joint, leaving a purple and red stump.

Liu Hu'er's body was tense, his face red, and his small fists clenched tightly, as if trying to pull his leg back from Zhao Chen. But thinking that Zhao Chen was the great savior of his father, he had to endure it.

"Do you want to stand up?" After examining Liu Hu'er's leg, Zhao Chen let the pant leg fall back, feeling the child's obvious relief. He then smiled and patted Liu Hu'er's head, asking kindly.

Liu Hu'er bit his lip hard, his eyes instantly turning red, and tears began to roll down his face.

"You have a way?" The old Daoist had somehow stood behind Zhao Chen, his voice filled with surprise.

"No!" Zhao Chen stood up and answered the old Daoist straightforwardly. Seeing the anger in the old Daoist's eyes, he quickly added, "I mean, not now. We have to wait until Liu Hu'er grows a bit more and his bones are fully formed."

In the future, there were ways to fit such children with prosthetics, but Zhao Chen couldn't do it. Fitting a prosthetic wasn't easy; first, Liu Hu'er would need a skin graft, or he wouldn't be able to walk with the prosthetic.

And he didn't have the skills for that yet. Moreover, Liu Hu'er was still growing, so the surgery could only be done when his bones were fully formed.

The old Daoist's eyes shone brightly. For someone who had dedicated his life to medicine, the idea that Zhao Chen could make a person with a missing leg walk like a normal person was fascinating.

That's right! Zhao Chen saw the old Daoist's expression and couldn't help but think, why study the herbs of Shennong? There's a gold mine waiting for you here! Why waste time running around the mountains?

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