Chapter 547 The Weird Short Blade

After the preliminary inspection of the old man, Xu Ze frowned suddenly. With the assistance of various systems, the old man's condition can now be clearly confirmed. (Reading novels)

This old man is obviously very old and his whole body is extremely weak. Not to mention, his heart rate is already very slow, his blood pressure is not good, and at the same time, there seems to be a small amount of fluid in his stomach, which does not rule out visceral tuberculosis or something else. what infection might be.

In this situation, it is really not easy to save the old man. Even with Xu Ze's ability, he is not very sure that the old man can recover smoothly.

At this time, Dr. Wang and Dr. Xu, who were on the side, also roughly checked the situation of the prophet, and then they all frowned and looked at the worried look in Xu Ze's eyes.

Xu Ze frowned, then took a sterile cotton swab and a syringe from the nurse's treatment tray, walked up to the prophet old man and signaled Dr. Wang to lift up the old man's clothes.

Doctor Wang looked at the syringe in Xu Ze's hand with a hint of surprise in his eyes, and then according to Xu Ze's request, he lifted up the old man's clothes to reveal his withered buttocks.

Xu Ze took a look at the abdomen, then used a cotton swab to sterilize the old man's square lower abdomen, and then pricked it with a needle.

The chief looked at Xu Ze stabbing the prophet's stomach with a needle, and now he was anxious to speak, but the prophet slowly opened his eyes and glared at him, but he didn't dare to speak again .

On the other hand, Dr. Wang and Dr. Xu were surprised when they saw Xu Yi's actions.

There was a hint of doubt in the eyes, and they didn't understand what Xu Ze was doing suddenly with a syringe for abdominal puncture. After all, they passed the physical examination just now, but they didn't find any obvious accumulation of fluid in the black old man's stomach. Could it be General Xu? Do you think there will be something wrong inside?

Under the dubious eyes of the two, but with the slight pumping of the deze, some light yellow viscous liquid actually came out of the needle tube of the syringe.

"Pust?" Looking at the liquid in the needle, the two of them looked at each other in astonishment after their expressions changed.

They just passed the inspection but still can't confirm what the old man's disease is

But now, after seeing the pus in the needle, they were able to roughly analyze several situations.

This old man must have had an organ or intestinal infection in the abdominal cavity, which then caused severe purulent infection or the like.

It's just because the old man is too old and his body is extremely weak, so when he checked

The old man's abdominal signs were not obvious: coupled with the language barrier, they couldn't ask him for a doctor, and the two of them couldn't find that the problem was mainly in the abdomen.

But now seeing that Xu Ze didn't ask the old man for a doctor, he just did a few checks and it was confirmed that there was something wrong with his abdomen. took a look.

Both of them secretly sighed in their hearts, and there was a hint of despondency in their eyes. The back wave of the Yangtze River pushes the front wave, but the back wave is too strong.

The two sighed for a while, remembering that the old man in front of him was so seriously ill, and the pus could be drawn out with just a single stroke, which meant that the suppurative eye in the abdomen must be opened as soon as possible. Roller, this old man is so old, his body is so weak, his heart is bloody, and his general condition is extremely poor, so it is naturally impossible for him to undergo surgery: in this situation, it seems that the mortality rate of this operation is as high as 90% or more. It's really a dilemma that the old man is 100% sure to die without surgery.

Thinking of this, the two looked at Xu Yi with worried faces to see what he was going to do? Basically, it’s better not to touch the old man who can’t be saved. It’s not afraid to be in the country, but there are hundreds of people outside this place who are fully armed and waiting. If the old man dies here, it will be a disaster. It's a disaster.

Seeing the anxious eyes of the two, Xu Ze nodded in understanding to the two of them, and then gestured to the chief.

The chief's face also saw some meaning from the faces of the people, but the sadness and tension on his face became more and more intense. He looked at the prophet on the diagnostic table and told the soldiers behind him to protect the prophet helplessly. Following Xu Ze walked out of the tent.

"Very serious...Xu Ze said to the chief.

The chief's face sank slightly, and then he clasped his hands together again, chirping and croaking at Xu Ze.

This time, Xiao Dao failed to translate the chief's words. After all, it was his first contact with many words and he couldn't fully translate them.

But Xu Ze could also see what the chief meant. He nodded immediately, then looked at the short knife on the chief's waist, and then stretched out his hand to signal that he wanted to borrow it.

The chief hesitated for a moment, but glanced at Xu Ze to confirm that he had no other intentions, then pulled out the dagger from his waist and handed it to Xu Ze.

The shape of this short blade is a little strange, with a little roundness, the handle is wrapped with animal skin, and the blade seems to be dark under the light outside.

Xu Ze didn't pay attention at the time, but after he took the dagger, he suddenly froze for a moment. Originally, his intention was to borrow the chief's dagger and use it, which had no other meaning, but when he received the dagger After holding the dagger in his hand, he was shocked, because he found that the dagger was unexpectedly light after he got it.

This short knife is at least one foot long, and it seems to be made of fine steel, but after getting it, Xu Ze felt that the short knife seemed to be made of cork and was extremely light in weight. Xu Ze was even sure of the short blade The weight will not exceed one hundred grams.

"How is this possible?" Xu Ze looked at the dagger in hand, even if it was an ordinary iron rod as thick as a chi, it would weigh at least half a catty, but why is this dagger so light.

Xu Ze took a closer look at the short knife and found that the surface of the short knife was dark, as if it had been coated with a strange coating. It was very similar to the special daggers of some special forces, but the shape was a little weird.

Moreover, Xu Ze can confirm from the edge that this short knife is indeed a genuine and extremely sharp steel knife. And sharpness, this kind of casting technology is terrible.

Of course, Xu Ze does not rule out that it is casted by a new type of ultra-light alloy, but based on Xu Ze's current knowledge, he really does not know any alloy that is so light and yet so strong.

Xu Ze looked at the dagger, and couldn't help feeling a bit of strangeness in his heart. He seemed to think that the specialness of this dagger should be more than that.

Just as he was fascinated by the dagger, he heard the dissatisfied chirping of the chief.

Xu Ze woke up after being quarreled by the chief, and smiled apologetically at the impatient chief, then pointed to the prophet in the tent, and then pointed the short knife at his lower right abdomen After gesticulating for a while, he stammered and said: "Surgery" may... live"

Seeing Xu Ze's actions and then listening to Xu Ze's words, the chieftain's face suddenly changed and turned towards Xu Ze angrily, chirping, quacking, and yelling angrily.

Hearing the noise outside, Captain Pan rushed out nervously, seeing that Xu Ze was fine,

This time I was relieved.

Xu Ze signaled that it was all right, then asked Captain Pan to go back, and then he looked at the chief firmly and said, "No surgery" and died." Hearing Xu Ze's words, the chief was slightly taken aback, but he naturally knew the situation of the prophet. It wasn't that the tribe's witch doctor had no choice, saying that the prophet would definitely die so he wouldn't send the prophet down the mountain to try his luck.

But looking at the intention of the man in front of him to cut open the prophet's stomach, he naturally felt that it was impossible. This person's stomach has been cut open, so how can he still talk?

After the chief's expression changed, he looked around helplessly. A light bulb was hanging in the camp, and there was a nurse holding a large satellite phone to talk to people.

Seeing the chief's expression gradually softening, he naturally knows that these people outside the mountain have many special methods, such as this kind of lamp can be turned on without flames, and there are people who use a black box to follow them far away. This may be a person talking, but it is also possible to talk to someone whose stomach has been cut.

Thinking of this, the chief finally looked at Xu Ze and asked in support: "Can you live?

Xu Ze pursed his lips, then took out a cotton swab from his pocket, pointed to the cotton swab, and then pointed to the old man in the tent.

The chief nodded. He understood Xu Ze's meaning and then looked at Xu Ze again, waiting for him to continue.

Xu Ze gestured at the cotton swab in his hand, then broke the cotton swab from the middle, held up a piece of it, and threw it casually: "Death!"

Then he held up the remaining piece of cotton swab of the same length in his hand and said: "Live",

Seeing Xu Ze's actions, the chief gradually understood something, and his expression gradually sank again.

After thinking for a long time, the chief looked up at Xu Ze and asked again.

Under Xiao Dao's translation, Xu Ze roughly heard some meanings, then shook his head and said: "There is no...other way...

Seeing Xu Ze shaking his head, the chief's expression changed again, he took a deep breath, then turned around and suddenly knelt down in one direction, lying on the ground as if praying for something.