Chapter 4: The Living Disembowelment
"Tatar, are you really confident in saving Robert?" Seeing the chubby man who had been pursuing her for quite some time and had been deceived into giving her numerous gifts was about to face the knife, the tears of the Countess fell like a string of broken pearls.
"Doctor Blonshtain, Doctor Tatar, the scalpel, hemostatic forceps, and suturing needles have all been prepared." The maid named Lucy approached with a tray of surgical instruments. This red-haired English girl was quite clever, performing the duties of a "nurse" with considerable skill. Following Zhu Jishi's instructions, she had just boiled the scalpel, hemostatic forceps, and the needles that would be used for suturing the abdomen in boiling water, and had repeatedly wiped them with iodine and alcohol.
This theory... this theory is actually my own summary! Zhu Jishi originally intended to report the name of Karl Landsteiner, but upon reflection, it seems to be 1842 now, and this Austrian physician had probably not yet been born, so he shamelessly appropriated this Nobel Prize-level great discovery as his own.
"What you summarized? Is it feasible?" Blunstein looked at Zhu Jishi with a face full of skepticism
Zhu Jishi paid him no mind, took a surgical needle from Lucy that was not much different from a sewing needle, threaded it with absorbable sutures, and then used another sewing needle to thread the silk provided by Blonstein for backup. Finally, he picked up a gleaming surgical scalpel and approached Fat Qiu.
Wuwu... Qiu Panzai, upon hearing "there is confidence," also grunted twice
After the first psychological suggestion, Zhu Jishi was no longer very anxious. He opened the medicine box in his backpack and took out a pack of absorbable sutures and a pair of disposable rubber gloves. Seeing Zhu Jishi put on the gloves, Blonstein whispered, "These gloves are quite unique; what are they made of?"
Rubber?'' Blunstein shook his head, clearly unaware that rubber can be used for making gloves in addition to erasing pencil marks.
"What about the surgery? Is there really a chance?" Dr. Blonshtain asked hesitantly. In fact, he was already mentally prepared to be dismissed from the British Army. He was a senior military doctor in the British Royal Life Guards, where the corpulent officer was the aide-de-camp to the commanding officer. Today, he had been forcibly brought along by the corpulent officer to serve as a witness for a duel. However, this is no longer the Middle Ages; dueling is illegal. Serving as a witness for a duel is also against the law. If Mr. Churchill were to die, he would likely have no choice but to resign immediately to preserve his dignity.
Only that Tatar doctor was fiddling with a microscope (borrowed from Doctor Bronstein) and a few glass slides for a while, after taking blood samples from several people inside the house—including the Tatar doctor himself, Isabel, Doctor Bronstein, Will Haming, Fatty Qiu, and three servants. He unexpectedly announced that his blood type was the same as that of the deceased fat man, so he decided to draw his own blood! ... He unexpectedly announced that his blood type was the same as that of the deceased fat man, so he decided to draw his own blood! ... He even brought a large glass goblet to collect the blood ...
Doctor Blonsky and Will Haiming both turned their gaze towards Isabel. The Countess hesitated for a moment, casting a mournful look at Zhu Jishi, and extended one arm. "Tatar, transfuse my blood to Robert!"
"Is it possible? Let's just try and see," Zhu Jishi said, pointing at the chubby man tied to the table who was grunting. "If you don't want him to die, then do as I say."
"No, it cannot be done; a wrong blood transfusion could be fatal for the overweight person." After patiently explaining the blood transfusion process and blood types, Zhu Jishi assured Isabel that a small amount of blood drawn would not harm her health
"Rubber." Upon mentioning this term, Zhu Jishi suddenly recalled that vulcanized rubber had likely not yet been invented! When he has some free time, he plans to register a patent; perhaps he could even make some money from it
The noble and beautiful Isabelle Deneuve stared blankly with her mouth agape at the Tatar man before her, her large eyes sparkling as if she were about to shed tears
Zhu Jishi opened Ye Yiren's backpack and glanced at the German edition of the "Surgery" textbook inside. To be honest, he felt a strong urge to take the book out and read it again before performing surgery on Qiu Pangzi. However, he ultimately restrained himself, as he was well aware of the value of this book in this era. If he could establish himself in the UK, he could potentially transcribe a few passages from it and send them to The Lancet (the most authoritative medical journal of this time), which might earn him the title of "Oriental Divine Doctor." Therefore, he could not expose this book at the moment. As for the surgery on Qiu Pangzi, there should be no issues; he had studied anatomy and forensic medicine, and it was just a matter of performing a surgery to remove a lead bullet, so there would definitely be no problems.
Just now, it seemed that this was the Tatar doctor, who used a sewing needle taken from the maid Lucy to prick her finger and draw a drop of her blood—reportedly to test her blood type. Although she did not understand what it meant, the countess allowed the other party to prick her with the needle. In fact, the countess was not very afraid of pain and even found it quite amusing
"There is no problem with the blood transfusion. Follow my instructions, use the syringe to draw blood from the cup and input it into Mr. Churchill's blood vessel." Although Zhu Jishi spoke with great confidence, he was also feeling uneasy inside. The same syringe would be used for both drawing blood and the upcoming transfusion, and the needle would not even be changed! Who knows if infectious diseases could be transmitted through the blood? The same syringe would be used for both drawing blood and the upcoming transfusion, and the needle would not even be changed! Who knows if infectious diseases could be transmitted through the blood?
"Tatar, do you mean that human blood has several special types?" Old Doctor Blonshtain heard this theory for the first time, "Who proposed this theory? Why have I never heard of it?"
Zhu Jishi observed the expression of the female countess, and also noticed that the old doctor and the young man who had caused the trouble both wore faces of skepticism. He thought to himself: "Reviving this dead fat man is probably the first test I have encountered since inexplicably arriving in 1842. If I can save this fat man named Churchill, and if this beautiful countess before me could just lend me a little support, it would not be difficult for me to establish myself in Europe in 1842. As for the future, I can only take it one step at a time."
Tatar, can this really work? Taking a blood-filled cup from Zhu Jishi, old Blonshtain felt as if he were a cultist, and the chubby Qiu, bound and cleansed, seemed like some sort of sacrificial offering
The process of drawing blood did not encounter any unexpected events, although Zhu Jishi's hands and feet were quite heavy, and the needle used for the blood draw was somewhat frighteningly thick (the metalworking technology of this era could probably only produce needles of that thickness). However, the countess gritted her teeth and allowed Zhu Jishi to puncture her twice, drawing a full 400 CC of blood, and surprisingly, she did not cry out, which made Zhu Jishi regard her with newfound respect.
"Rest assured, Mr. Churchill, since God has allowed me to meet you, you will certainly not perish!" This statement indeed holds some truth. The historical Churchill could not escape this calamity, and after Zhu Jishi's time travel, he just happened to encounter the heavily injured Churchill, which is naturally a fated opportunity. How could one possibly let Churchill die?
Tatar, you want to draw my blood
"Tatar, can my blood not be used?" Will Haming stepped forward in front of Isabel, rolling up his sleeves like a man, revealing his strong muscles
I am confident! But please do not call me a Tatar anymore, I have a name, I am called... Jason. Zhu Jishi did not dare to report his Chinese name, but instead gave his English name. This name, "Jason," which is as ordinary as it gets, is destined to spread throughout Europe in this era! However, at this moment, Zhu Jishi would never have imagined that he would soon acquire a highly intimidating nickname—Jack the Ripper Jason!