Duanmu Yawang smiled, reached out and patted Pan Xiangan's shoulder, which was comforting.

Then, she turned on the machine's power.

As soon as the power is connected, several on-screen data displays start to start.

"Wow, it will shine!"

Pan Xiangan quickly walked over in surprise, "This is blue, this is green, and there is red light..."

"..."

Duanmu Yawang wanted to say that everyone has eyes and can see, so there is no need to say it.

But, he was so interested, she still didn't want to disturb him.

She wanted to take out a pair of glasses matched with the machine and put it on. Then she took off the gown from the patient and glued the tubes to the patient one by one. After that, she used a scanning instrument to formally scan the patient. Silhouette.

The scanning instrument starts scanning from the head.

Scanning to the head together, the curve value is constantly changing on the three screens of different colors.

These leaping changes dazzled Shinobu.

Pan Xiangan looked at it for a while, and his eyes became sore. These lights are really dazzling and uncomfortable at all!

He wanted to ask, what the **** are these flashing flashes, Su Hezhi knew him too well, and he glanced at him warningly: If you make any noise, you will sew your mouth!

"..."

The two had been together for too long, and Pan Xiangan immediately understood what Su Hezhi meant, and could only hold back.

Duanmu Yawang swept the patient from his head to his feet. After waiting for a while, five or six sheets of paper full of electrogram values ​​appeared under his feet.

She turned off the machine and took a closer look at the paper.

While she was watching, Pan Xiangan and Su Hezhi also walked over and looked at them.

As a result, I saw a group of things that came together and had dark lines.

...

Two ellipsis flashed above their heads.

What's so beautiful about something so dark?

However, they didn't think it looked good, but Duanmu Yawang stared at it for a while, her brows frowning more and more.

She was wearing a veil and hat. Pan Xiangan and Su Hezhi couldn't see her expression. Seeing that she was staring at the paper and kept silent, they couldn't help but anxiously said: "Gongyu, is this a check? What's the matter with him? Sample?"

"His situation is a bit complicated." Putting down the paper, frowned, "The data fed back by this machine does not match the situation shown by this person."

"Why don't you attach it?"

Duanmu Ya looked at the sky and let Pan Xiangan and Su Hezhi move the person to the ground. She looked at the person and replied: "I checked this person's body and found that this person has no internal organs, especially the heart and lungs. The part is almost smashed."

"Huh? Shattered?" Pan Xiangan was scared, "This, is this still alive?" Is this a monster?

Under normal circumstances, of course you can't live anymore.

However, "This is not the strangest thing. This person is strange in that his five internal organs have been severely injured, but there is no trauma at all..."

Su Hezhi frowned: "All five internal organs are damaged, and the blood must be spurting like a spring. If there is no trauma, the blood can only come out of the mouth, but this person is covered in blood, and there is no place without blood, that is to say, there is more It's just vomiting blood in the mouth."

"Yes, so, this is what makes people puzzling."

Duanmu Yawang nodded in agreement, and then said: "Later, when I scanned it with a machine, I found that the pores on this person's body were enlarged and there were signs of inflammation."

Pan Xiangan blinked and asked shamelessly, "What are pores?"

"..."

Duanmu Yawang took a deep breath, and explained simply and crudely: "It's just the hairy holes."

"Oh, oh." Pan Xiangan suddenly realized, feeling that he had disturbed Duanmu Yawang, and said hurriedly: "President Gongyu, you continue."

Duanmu Yawang nodded and continued: "So, I guess, the blood on this person's body should have drained from the pores."

"I see."

Pan Xiangan nodded convincingly.

Duanmu Yawang saw his smashed garlic-like head, and wanted to knock it twice, **** it, draining blood from the pores, such a thing, if it were placed in the medical field, it is estimated that it would cause an uproar!

If such a thing were spread by news in her last life, it would be appalling!

Now that Pan Xiangan listened to it, he had to come up with the four words ‘that’s how it is’!

Really ignorant... happiness!

Su Hezhi's thinking ability is obviously much stronger: "Aren't our hair holes wick away sweat?"

"right."

Duanmu Yawang felt that chatting with Su Hezhi was a real chat, "It's really unheard of to drain blood from the pores."

"Then what should I do now?" Su Hezhi pursed his thin lips. "It will be damaged without a trace, and the pits will be damaged and inflamed, which is equivalent to having a problem with the whole body."

"Yes, so I have no way of starting."

Duanmuya stared at the patient. It has been so long. This is the first time she has encountered such a troublesome disease. "Or maybe I missed some information and didn't notice it. I have to think about it."

Pan Xiangan insisted not to be ashamed and asked, "Then what should we do now?"

"Bring people back, what else can I do?" Duanmu Yawang packed up her things, and answered calmly while putting them back in Qiankun's bag.

Pan Xiangan looked at this blood man, still very worried, and said in disbelief: "Just take it back? You don't give him some medicine or something?"

"He has a severe stomach injury, and he has lost his stomach motility at all. Even if I give him medicine, he can't digest it. It will only waste the medicine."

"Then follow him like this, no matter what?"

"He is not dead yet, and his body is still alive. An anti-inflammatory injection is fine." When she said, she reached out into the universe bag and found out two bottles of transparent potion and a needle.

She mixed the medicine, sucked it into the syringe, and gave the patient a shot.

After finishing, she cleaned up, put the things away, pulled up the barrier, and said to the two of them: "It's too late, let's go."

Pan Xiangan looked at the two patients lying on the bamboo raft, and then at the blood man on the ground, "Then I will get another bamboo raft?"

Duanmu Yawang nodded deeply: "I'll leave it to you."

"good!"

Pan Xiangan nodded and was about to leave, but he reached out and pulled one of Su He again, "Only there is bamboo over there. Come with me."

"..."

Knowing that he was afraid of ghosts and the dark, Su Hezhi didn't bother to talk about him and followed him.

After they left, Duanmu Yawang sat down leaning on the tree.

Little Bailu asked in amazement: "Master, this man's illness is so weird, you can't even deal with it for a while?"

"Um."

Duanmu Yawang responded, thinking about the data fed back by the medical machinery over and over again, as well as the situation that she had checked, and various medical plans in her mind.

Before I could figure it out, I heard a sound of footsteps from the east.