Chapter 480: Septicemia 2

Duan Cheng listened clearly and clearly, and asked: "What is dizziness?" He thought he was a weirdo. He thought that no one in the world was like him. Is there a disease called halos in this world?
Dr. Shen also came over and asked: "Have you seen someone like him?"
Bai Hao nodded: "I have seen this disease. I don't think it is a disease. It is a kind of hysteria. It is a kind of consciousness and a kind of excessive reaction of the body caused by touching or seeing and smelling blood. If it is a disease, it can only be said to be a psychological illness."
She looked at Duan Duan, "I guess you must have experienced something bad when you were a child. At least in that matter, you saw blood. The blood you saw at that time made you fear and scared you. And this fear and fear always stay in your deep memory, and as you grow up, whenever you see blood, your body will react."
Duan Cheng’s face is awkward. I didn’t remember everything when I was young. Is it really what you said, what stimulation did I have when I was a child?
Shen Dafu’s face is not very good-looking. He sighed:
Well, now, when it’s not these, don’t work hard, there will be injuries and will be sent in.

Bai Hao swept the face of Dr. Shen, and Shen Dafu obviously did not want Duan Cheng to go deeper. Duan Cheng said that he did not remember the childhood, then Shen Dafu must know something.
It seems that their relationship is not just a simple relationship between mentoring and apprenticeship.
The three people were all busy, and Shen Dafu and Bai Yu were each treated for injuries. Duan Cheng gave them a hand to hand things.
With the help of one person, the efficiency is naturally doubled. The military doctors’ accounts today are obviously more orderly than in the past.
At this time, another soldier sent the wound in and should be carried in.
"Fast, fast. This is the enemy of the iron camp, help him quickly, come and save him." The soldier who sent the injured was red-eyed, his face was very anxious, and his face was still in tears.
As soon as I listened to the iron riding camp, the heart of Bai Yu sank.
Dr. Shen rushed forward to check Mu Yang's injury. One arrow used to wear the left chest and lungs. People were already unaware, but the breath was still there.
Dr. Shen touched the pulse of Muyang, and the pulse was almost weak.
He has seen a lot of such injuries. On this battlefield, such injuries are so common that no one can survive.
Dr. Shen withdrew his hand and sighed: "I can't help but the old man can't save him."
The young man slammed into the front of Shen Dafu, and screamed at him desperately: "Doctor, please help him. Mu is a good person. He is suffering from such a wound to save me. It is to die. It shouldn't be him, doctor, I beg you."
Dr. Shen is also very upset. He doesn't want to watch this person die, but what can he do? If you pull the arrow, Mu may be able to die now. If you don't pull it out, you can live for a day or two at the same time.
When the white scorpion stepped forward and carefully examined the wound, he said: "The sharp arrow runs through the left lung, causing a hematoma in the lungs and leaking gas. Fortunately, there is no injury to the aorta and heart. Otherwise, he is now dead."
The young man could not understand what she was saying, but vaguely felt that the boy in front of him seemed to have a way to save the enemy.
"Little doctor, can you save him? Right?" The young man moved his body to the front of the white.
Bai Hao helped him get up: "I try my best, but I can't guarantee the result, I hope you can understand."