Invincible Smart-Guy System

Before he attacked, Zhang Yunfeng checked Song Xiaopeng's current condition once again. Although his heartbeat wasn't strong, it had returned to the level of safety that Zhang Yunfeng could control. In Zhang Yunfeng's opinion, the pulse and blood pressure were enough to support the surgery, plus there was blood supply. Therefore, Zhang Yunfeng was confident that he could perform partial splenectomy on Song Xiaopeng. The surgery might not be perfect. But it could save his life.    

    

Old Xu held a flashlight and looked at Zhang Yunfeng's hands, which were wearing rubber gloves. He held the cold scalpel in one hand and reached into Song Xiaopeng's stomach with the other. One side of the injured spleen had been seriously damaged. It seemed that the tusks of the wild boar had pierced the other side of the spleen. The only thing that could be fortunate was that the wound was not in the middle of the spleen. Otherwise, Song Xiaopeng would have died before he was sent here.    

    

Zhang Yunfeng held his breath and stabilized his spleen with one hand. His other hand quickly cut off the wound according to the position he had planned in his brain.    

    

Old Xu was frightened when he saw this. This kid was young, but he did not hesitate to cut off the knife. The liquid mixed with the juice and blood gushed out, making people not only afraid, but also a little retching.    

    

It did not take much time to cut off the knife. Zhang Yunfeng cut it like a knife cutting through butter. He used the fastest time to complete the cut, and then immediately performed bleeding control and suturing. At this time, the suture was only done in a hurry. He did not have time to clean the wound.    

    

At this time, Zhang Yunfeng said, "Let go of the intravenous vessel and begin the infusion."    

    

Song Xiaopeng was still in a hemorrhagic shock and had lost too much blood. However, with the infusion of blood, his life would not be much of a threat. Now that the damaged spleen had been removed, it could slightly increase the speed of blood transfusion.    

    

When Old Xu saw the pale face of the blood transfusion practitioner, he said to Zhang Yunfeng, "Liu can't hold on much longer. Let's change to another person."    

    

Zhang Yunfeng nodded and said, "Help him back to his room to rest. Next person, get ready."    

    

After changing to another blood collecting needle, Zhang Yunfeng once again inserted the needle into another person's body.    

    

Changing blood continuously, this was the only way to replenish the missing blood in Song Xiaopeng's body.    

    

The second person began to supply blood to Song Xiaopeng. Zhang Yunfeng once again checked Song Xiaopeng's blood pressure and pulse. He was still in a state of serious blood loss. He estimated that two thousand milliliters might not be enough. In the end, he still needed to take some blood from Song Xiaoman.    

    

The surgery just now lacked the necessary conditions, so Zhang Yunfeng was very worried about the infection. He immediately brewed the antibiotics and injected Song Xiaopeng with them. Two bottles of human blood protein injection were injected into Song Xiaopeng's body from the other hand at the same time.    

    

The effect of the acupuncture earlier was getting weaker and weaker, but his heartbeat still could not maintain a safe intensity and frequency. Zhang Yunfeng pulled out all the silver needles and continuously punched Song Xiaopeng's heart with his fists. It kept stimulating his heartbeat.    

    

Another blood transfusion reached its limit. Zhang Yunfeng changed to another blood extraction needle and changed to a third person.    

    

Theoretically, a normal person's blood transfusion limit could reach 800 milliliters, but these people were all overly nervous. In addition, they had been in the mountains all day and had just carried Song Xiaopeng and ran all the way. They had exhausted their physical strength, and their hearts were beating too fast. At this moment... Zhang Yunfeng did not dare let them collect more than 700 milliliters of blood, otherwise... If there was another blood loss shock, then he would really have a headache. No matter how precious Song Xiaopeng's life was, in front of Zhang Yunfeng, he was the same as the others. He couldn't possibly exchange his life for one, could he?    

    

After the third person finished his blood transfusion, Song Xiaopeng's heart still hadn't returned to normal. Zhang Yunfeng blurted out, "Old Xu, bring Song Xiaoman here."    

    

"Little Man's constitution..." Old Xu said with some worry, "Can you find another form 0 blood to help with the blood transfusion?"    

    

Zhang Yunfeng frowned and said, "I am form O blood. Why don't I stand there and give him blood supply in exchange for you to save him?"    

    

Old Xu asked awkwardly, "What about the other villagers?"    

    

Zhang Yunfeng was a little impatient and said, "Song Xiaopeng is her biological brother. If she doesn't give blood, who will? Not to mention that most of the villagers don't know what type of blood they have, even if they do, what right do they have to give blood to Song Xiaopeng?"    

    

Old Xu did not know what to say for a moment, but his expression was very difficult. The look of wanting to say something made Zhang Yunfeng somewhat irritated. He blurted out, "Can you hurry up?"    

    

Old Xu could only nod his head and turn around to leave. Not long later, he brought the pale-faced Song Xiaoman in.    

    

Zhang Yunfeng looked at Song Xiaoman, but Song Xiaoman's mind was somewhat in a trance. The moment he came in and saw Song Xiaopeng lying on the bed, he wanted to pounce over and see how his situation was. Just as she was in front of him, Zhang Yunfeng stopped her and said, "Stand here. Show your left arm."    

    

Song Xiaoman glanced at Zhang Yunfeng. Old Xu had already told her about it. Her brother, Song Xiaopeng, was still in a state of blood loss. He needed to continue inputting the matching blood. The first three people had already reached their limit. Currently, the only one who could infuse blood. He was the only one who could do it.    

    

Song Xiaoman rolled up her sleeves, but Zhang Yunfeng frowned and said, "This won't do. The pressure on your upper arm is too great. Take your arm out from your shirt."    

    

Song Xiaoman looked left and right. Her expression was a little awkward, but it disappeared in an instant. Gritting her teeth, she turned around to face the wall and pulled out her left arm from her shirt. When she turned around, her left arm and more than half of her left shoulder were exposed to the air.    

    

The cold alcohol smeared Song Xiaoman's arm, causing her to shiver. Zhang Yunfeng's left thumb pressed on top of the blood vessels and slid up from the bottom to the top. After that, his left hand instantly inserted the blood extracting needle into the blood vessel. Then, he put down the needle, which was almost parallel to his skin. With another push, the needle was completely inserted.    

    

The Blood Picking Needle was thicker and it was also inserted directly into the blood vessels. The pain made Song Xiaoman break out in cold sweat. She gritted her teeth but did not make a sound.    

    

Zhang Yunfeng looked at Song Xiaoman's complexion and took her pulse. He frowned and said, "Why is your physical fitness so poor?"    

    

Song Xiaoman looked at Zhang Yunfeng and did not say anything. Old Xu interrupted at this time, "Xiao Man is weak and ill since she was young. Her constitution has always been bad."    

    

Zhang Yunfeng said helplessly, "With her physical fitness, 200 milliliters of blood is the most."    

    

Old Xu blurted out, "How much more does Little Peng need?"    

    

Zhang Yunfeng said, "Depends on the condition of his heart."    

    

After saying that, Zhang Yunfeng bent down and checked Song Xiaopeng's heartbeat again. He was still not optimistic.    

    

Zhang Yunfeng sighed helplessly and raised his head. He said to Song Xiaoman, "Speak if you feel uncomfortable. You can stop at any time."    

    

Song Xiaoman did not pay attention to Zhang Yunfeng. Zhang Yunfeng also did not have the time to pay attention to her. The one lying on the hospital bed was the biggest problem. If his heartbeat could not recover to a safety value of a self-sustaining start, Song Xiaopeng's life was still in danger. Replenishing his health was the key. However, stimulating his heart was also the key.    

    

Epinephrine was undoubtedly the best, but he didn't have such a special medicine on hand. Moreover, he did not have a defibrillator. If he were an ordinary doctor... At this moment, he was afraid that he was at a loss. Fortunately, he was still proficient in acupuncture. Looking at the current situation, he could only use acupuncture to stimulate his heart again.    

    

Song Xiaoman's constitution was too weak. 200 milliliters was probably her limit. Before she reached her limit, he had to give Song Xiaopeng a set of heavy needles. Then, he inserted the blood extracting needle into his body and continued to infuse his blood.    

    

Since he was going to use heavy needles, then he had to do his best to stimulate the acupuncture points and nervous system in his entire body that could stimulate the heart. This way, the effect would be obvious. Zhang Yunfeng took out three boxes of silver needles. Each box contained twenty needles. After going through all the procedures of the needles in his brain, he quickly picked up a silver needle and used his left thumb to find the position. His right hand immediately inserted the silver needle.    

    

Like transplanting rice seedlings, one needle after another, without the slightest pause. Without the slightest pause, in the blink of an eye, Zhang Yunfeng had already inserted more than ten silver needles into Song Xiaopeng's scalp, face, and neck. At this time, Zhang Yunfeng said, "Take off his shoes and wipe the soles of his feet with alcohol cotton."    

    

Old Xu hurriedly handed Song Xiaoman to the others to support her while he squatted down. He took off the wild boots on Song Xiaopeng's feet. After that... Zhang Yunfeng carefully wiped the soles of Song Xiaopeng's feet with alcohol cotton, and continued to insert silver needles into Song Xiaopeng's body. From top to bottom, more than 40 silver needles were inserted into Song Xiaopeng's skin.    

    

Zhang Yunfeng asked Long Xiaoyue to cut off Song Xiaopeng's trousers with scissors. Then he inserted a few needles into Song Xiaopeng's thigh. Further down, Old Xu had already cleaned up the bottom of Song Xiaopeng's feet. Zhang Yunfeng inserted eight silver needles into the soles of his feet.    

    

At this time, Song Xiaopeng's heartbeat had begun to gradually increase. After Zhang Yunfeng checked his pulse again, he finally heaved a sigh of relief.    

    

Unexpectedly, Song Xiaoman suddenly fainted at this time. The man holding Song Xiaoman exclaimed. Zhang Yunfeng hurriedly stood up. He walked to Song Xiaoman and pulled out the blood extracting needle. He used the hemostatic cotton and tape to seal the needle hole. He said to Long Xiaoyue, "Xiao Yue, help me take her back to her room to rest."    

    

Long Xiaoyue had just received Song Xiaoman when she slightly opened her eyes. She looked at Song Xiaopeng who was on the bed and said weakly, "My brother is not awake yet. Is his blood not enough?" As she spoke, she looked at her left arm. When she saw Zhang Yunfeng pinching the hemostatic cotton and needle holes with his hand, she hurriedly asked, "Why did you remove the needle? What about my brother? You stick it in for me again."    

    

" What are you trying to do? " Zhang Yunfeng frowned and looked at her. He said coldly, "With your constitution, even if you smoke a little more, you will still be in shock."    

    

Song Xiaoman hurriedly said, "I am not afraid... as long as my brother..."    

    

"You shut up!" Zhang Yunfeng did not want to listen to her nonsense and waved his hand, "Xiao Yue, quickly take her to rest, so as not to cause trouble like a little kid."    

    

Long Xiaoyue supported Song Xiaoman and was about to walk out the door but Song Xiaoman said that she was not willing to do anything. Zhang Yunfeng said, "Xiao Yue, don't care what she said. Take her away first."    

    

The weak Song Xiaoman could only protest on the surface but her body could not beat the healthy Long Xiaoyue. She could only reluctantly be supported out of the room by Long Xiaoyue.    

    

Since Song Xiaopeng could go into blood loss shock, then the amount of blood loss should be at least two thousand milliliters. Although the accumulated blood loss had reached 2000 milliliters, during the surgery just now, at least three to four hundred milliliters of blood had been lost. Now, there were at least a few hundred milliliters of blood loss. Right now, his heart could not recover to a stable beating strength, so he could only continue the blood transfusion. He found the blood circulatory system in his body to stabilize.    

    

Helpless, Zhang Yunfeng could only do it himself.    

    

To Zhang Yunfeng's constitution, blood transfusion did not have much effect. His recovery speed was also very fast, but the most important thing right now was that he still needed to save someone. Song Xiaopeng could only use the rhythm of blood transfusion with fewer blood transfusions during surgery, but after the surgery was completed, he needed to quickly replenish a large amount of blood, and the blood infusion could not be interrupted. After he transfused blood to ___, it was somewhat inconvenient for him to treat him. He only hoped that nothing would happen to his body while he was transfusing blood.    

    

Zhang Yunfeng changed the blood collecting needle again and pierced it into his left arm. His blood began to flow into the blood vessel and flowed into Song Xiaopeng's body continuously. Zhang Yunfeng did not dare to relax. He kept observing Song Xiaopeng's physical characteristics.    

    

Old Xu brought a chair for Zhang Yunfeng and let him sit in front of Song Xiaopeng's bed. Zhang Yunfeng's left arm was connected to the blood vessel and his right hand was gently pressing on Song Xiaopeng's pulse, sensing his pulse.    

    

Time passed minute by minute. The room was very quiet. Old Xu and the others didn't dare to say a word. They just stood by the side. Staring at Song Xiaopeng and Zhang Yunfeng's situation, a glimmer of hope gradually emerged in Old Xu's heart. After such a long time, Song Xiaopeng's damaged internal organs had been removed, and his blood had been stopped. Furthermore, he wasn't dead yet. It had been a long time. Since he wasn't dead, perhaps he was relatively safe.    

    

At the same time, in Song Xiaoman's room, Song Xiaoman treated strangers politely for the first time. Her eyes were red as she begged Long Xiaoyue, "I beg you, please let me go and see my brother. I definitely won't cause trouble. I just want to look at him. I can feel more at ease when I look at him. Otherwise... My heart is always hanging by a thread. "    

    

Long Xiaoyue said with some difficulty, "Yunfeng is afraid that you will affect his treatment. Maybe your actions just now made him a little angry." As she spoke, Long Xiaoyue comforted him again, "With Yunfeng around, I believe that your brother will not be in any danger. Yunfeng's medical skills are very good, so you can rest assured."    

    

"I don't have the heart..." Song Xiaoman cried loudly and sobbed," Sister Long, I really can't be at ease. I beg you. Please let me go over and take a look. I will just stand at the door and take a look. I won't go in or speak. If it really doesn't work, it's fine to look at the window. My mother left early. My brother has always loved and taken care of me like my father, and now he's seriously injured. I can't see him, so my heart is very uncomfortable. I'm so worried that I'm going to die. I'm begging you, okay?"    

    

Long Xiaoyue's heart softened and she hesitated for a moment. She could only nod her head and did not forget to remind him, "You must remember not to make any sound to prevent Yunfeng from getting angry."    

    

"Yes, yes, yes!" Song Xiaoman nodded repeatedly and promised with gratitude, "Thank you, Sister Long. Don't worry, Sister Long. I will definitely not say a word!"    

    

"Alright." Long Xiaoyue helped Song Xiaoman up from the bed and brought her to the window of the clinic. One of Song Xiaoman's arms was supported by Long Xiaoyue's shoulder and the other hand powerlessly grabbed the window edge. Looking at the quiet and exquisite scene in the room, she did not dare to say a word.    

    

On the bed, Song Xiaopeng was still unconscious and his body did not seem to have any movements. Old Xu and the others were standing against the wall with their eyes closed. It seemed like they didn't dare to look at him. Only Old Xu stared at Song Xiaopeng who was lying on the bed without blinking.    

    

When she looked at Zhang Yunfeng who was beside Song Xiaopeng, Song Xiaoman felt as if her heart had been hammered by a heavy punch!    

    

She finally saw the only thing moving in this room, and that was the thing that was inserted into Zhang Yunfeng's arm. It was also connected to the blood vessels in her brother's arm. The blood was flowing in them. As for Zhang Yunfeng, he relaxed his left hand and placed his right hand on Song Xiaopeng's pulse. He closed his eyes and did not move at all.    

    

Who had ever seen a doctor use his own blood to save a patient? This was beyond the scope of a doctor's duties. Furthermore, Song Xiaopeng was not related to him. In fact, when he was facing Song Xiaopeng, he had never been polite at all.    

    

At this moment, Zhang Yunfeng's mind was on Song Xiaopeng's pulse. He could feel Song Xiaopeng's pulse becoming clearer and stronger, and his heart became more and more relaxed. As long as his heartbeat recovered enough strength, his pulse and blood pressure would also recover. If that was the case, Song Xiaopeng would be out of danger.    

    

However, although his heart rate had increased, it was still not within a safe range.    

    

After waiting for another five minutes, Zhang Yunfeng suddenly opened his eyes. His right hand first pulled out the blood vessels on Song Xiaopeng's body, then pulled out the blood extracting needle on his body. He covered his left arm and said, "He should be fine."    

    

A dying wounded man, a heavily wounded man who had almost lost his breath after being sent here. A man who was supposed to die without any chance of survival had been rescued by Zhang Yunfeng after such a long time. When they suddenly heard these words from Zhang Yunfeng's mouth, everyone felt as if they were in a dream!    

    

When Zhang Yunfeng said these words, it was as if he was saying it casually. But when everyone heard these words, they could feel the weight contained within it. It was a life! A life that had roamed before the gates of hell for a long time!    

    

Old Xu was overjoyed and blurted out, "Really?! Is there really no danger?"    

    

Zhang Yunfeng nodded and said tiredly, "There is no danger to my life. I will observe it tonight. If the wound is not infected, if the wound shows signs of infection, then we can be at ease. Send it to the hospital in the city immediately. "    

    

Old Xu hurriedly asked, "Do you want me to contact the military to arrange a helicopter and send it directly to the province? Transfer the helicopter from the military. Order it to be sent down layer by layer, do a takeoff inspection, and confirm the coordinates. It will take about three to four hours to get there, from here to Guiyang. The helicopter will be here in at most one and a half hours. "    

    

Zhang Yunfeng frowned, thinking, Did your family buy the helicopter? Even if it was from the military, it was still national property. You weren't injured during your work, so how could you call the helicopter over? This was different from Chen Feng's G65. Chen Feng's car had a military plate. But the money to buy and raise a car was his own. If he borrowed it, he would have to pay for all the expenses. And these people seemed to feel that it was perfectly natural for private property to be used.    

    

"It's not appropriate for him to move now. Let's wait until there are signs of infection before we talk about it. Infections are not bleeding. It won't be life-threatening for a short period of time."