Chapter 3: To Slaughter the Pig or to Save the Person?

Hearing that he still had a fifty percent chance of survival, the half-dead, overweight man managed to force a smile: "Is there a fifty percent guarantee? That's wonderful!" He turned to the old doctor and said, "Mr. Blonshtain, let this Tatar have a try."

It is simply the act of drawing blood from another person's body and injecting it into the patient's blood vessels. Zhu Jishi paused for a moment and added: It is essential to input blood that is compatible with the recipient's blood type; otherwise, hemolysis may occur

"Lucy, go and shave all the hair off Mr. Churchill's belly." After seeing Isabel finish tying up the plump man, Zhu Jishi instructed a young maid named Lucy to shave the hair off a certain naked fat man— it really looked a bit like slaughtering a pig

However, there is still a significant probability of causing severe hemorrhage, and Mr. Churchill is likely to die on the operating table. The doctor shook his head again. In this era, there are indeed doctors willing to attempt surgery, but the success rate is too low; the failure rate of major surgeries involving opening the abdomen is almost 70 to 80 percent. The primary reason for patient mortality on the operating table is excessive bleeding.

Disinfection? What does it mean?

Blood transfusion! How is it done

... ...

Then please save him, hurry and save him

Hmm! The fat man lying on the ground suddenly grunted, interrupting the conversation between the two doctors from different time and space, looking pitifully at Zhu Jishi: "Tatar, do you really have a way to save me?"

"Tatar! Tatar... Do you mean to say that Robert still has a chance?" A soft female voice interrupted Zhu Jishi's thoughts. He glanced at the beautiful foreign girl with tear-streaked cheeks, then looked at the chubby man who was lying there and incessantly calling out, and nodded slightly.

Use hemostatic forceps. Zhu Jishi thought to himself, the hemostatic forceps should have been invented by now

Blood type compatibility? Hemolysis? The old man shook his head, completely unable to understand what Zhu Jishi was saying. He hesitated and asked, "How do we address the issue of wound infection? It is important to know that wound infection is the leading cause of death from gunshot wounds"

"It is easy to cut open the abdomen, but how do we stop the bleeding?" the one who claimed to be "the best gunshot wound doctor in England" asked while shaking his head.

"It can be tried, but there is only a fifty percent chance of success." Zhu Jishi knew that the Opium War had likely just ended, and considering the absence of advanced communication methods like telegraphs, it was very possible that the British were still unaware that the Qing Dynasty had already knelt down to seek peace. Therefore, he decided to first pose as a Tatar for a while, to avoid being mistaken for a Qing underground party member by the British—after all, even if he claimed to be Chinese, it was likely no one would believe him. Who has ever seen a Qing person like Zhu Jishi, who has no queue, is tall and strong (his height is about 1.75 meters, which was considered tall in Europe at that time), and can speak fluent English? Clearly, he was a completely Westernized Tatar under the rule of Tsarist Russia!

"That is my villa," said the young woman named Isabel, standing up to respond. She wiped her tears again and turned to the young man who had injured the fat man, saying, "Will, what are you still doing there? Hurry up and help carry Robert over."

"Let's go with that house." Zhu Jishi pointed to the nearest two-story building, "I believe the owner there would be willing to lend us the house for our use"

In fact, the opium-soaked Qiu Fatty felt like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered. He truly regretted it now; if there were a regret medicine for sale in this world, he would be willing to exchange all the inheritance he received from his father, the fifth Duke of Marlborough, for a single pill of regret. As the son of the illustrious Duke of Marlborough, countless bright prospects awaited him in the future, and he could not fathom how many beautiful women he would have the chance to be with. How could he impulsively agree to duel with Will Haming, the son of a broken Irish landlord? The other party was merely a commoner.

Yes, sir. It seems that this fat man named Churchill is truly extraordinary. The old doctor respectfully nodded and turned back to Zhu Jishi, saying: "Tatar, where do you plan to perform the surgery on Mr. Churchill?"

Upon thinking of this, the plump Mr. Churchill let out two heavy grunts—his mouth had already been stuffed with a handkerchief by Isabel, reportedly out of fear of hearing his cries of agony. Thus, it is now impossible for our rotund Mr. Churchill to die with dignity; he can only wait for the second-rate Mongolian doctor, Zhu Jishi (isn't Tatar just another term for Mongolian?), to come and perform a disembowelment on him

Robert Charles Spencer Churchill, the youngest son of the 5th Duke of Marlborough, is the unfortunate fat man who had a searing lead bullet pierce his belly. He is now stripped of his clothes and laid on a long wooden table in the kitchen. His hands and feet are tightly bound with hemp rope to the four legs of the table—this was not the idea of Zhu Jishi, but rather that of the old doctor Karl Blunstein. In this era of England, there are no effective painkillers, and although the old doctor’s medicine chest contains opium and a pipe, these do not significantly alleviate severe pain, so they can only resort to binding him like a pig. The one tying him up is the fat man's beloved, Isabelle, whose full name is Isabelle Deneuve, a French countess residing in England. Observing her nimble movements, Zhu Jishi suspects that this girl often plays with binding people using hemp rope.

However, what makes Fat Qiu feel most regretful now is that he should not have been so greedy for life and afraid of death, allowing that Tatar doctor to operate on him. As a result, he ended up like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered, stripped bare and tied to the table, and had to have his hair shaved clean! Oh God! This Tatar must be a butcher, right? Even if he is not a butcher, he must be a veterinarian! How can a person be treated while being tied up so tightly and having their hair shaved? Alas, the son of the Duke of Marlborough, a descendant of the great military strategist John Churchill, if he were to die under a bullet, it would be nothing to be ashamed of. But if he were to be treated to death like a pig... this Tatar must be a butcher, right? Even if he is not a butcher, he must be a veterinarian! How can a person be treated while being tied up so tightly and having their hair shaved? Alas, the son of the Duke of Marlborough, a descendant of the great military strategist John Churchill, if he were to die under a bullet, it would be nothing to be ashamed of. But if he were to be treated to death like a pig... and die so disgracefully...? ... What should be done about this?

However, there is no absolute confidence in curing this fellow. It would be great if Ye Yiren, that dead girl, could traverse with me; she studies surgery. Although her aspiration is merely to become a plastic surgeon, it is certainly better than my position as an internist.

Ensure proper surgical disinfection

Can blood transfusions be performed

It is ... ...

Is it really just for a French girl from a picture book? The Countess inherited her title from the ex-husband of a Bonapartist, and the Orleans dynasty in France does not recognize it at all! Such a family background is considered merely ordinary by true nobility, and is utterly unworthy of the young master of the Marlborough family, making marriage impossible; at most, she could be a mistress. Is it worth it to duel with Will Haiming for her? Alas, I must have been quite drunk on whiskey to agree to the duel!

Zhu Jishi was unaware that this old doctor indeed possessed extensive experience in treating gunshot wounds, as he was a military physician. The 18th and 19th centuries in Europe were marked by continuous warfare, and the primary method of infantry combat was massed musket fire. Soldiers who fell in battle often did not die immediately; instead, they would struggle with infections from their wounds for a prolonged period before succumbing in agony. The 18th and 19th centuries in Europe were marked by continuous warfare, and the primary method of infantry combat was massed musket fire. Soldiers who fell in battle often did not die immediately; instead, they would struggle with infections from their wounds for a prolonged period before succumbing in agony

At this moment, Zhu Jishi glanced at the chubby man who was groaning and thought to himself that this half-dead Churchill might very well be his meal ticket for the next few months. This fellow was both short and fat, yet he had a goddess-level woman shedding tears for him; the only explanation was that this chubby man must be incredibly wealthy! If he could cure him, he would charge at least one thousand pounds! Hmm, if he could establish himself as a renowned doctor in Europe in the future, his fees certainly could not be low; he must represent the Chinese people and reclaim the silver that the Qing Dynasty lost during the Opium War!