Chapter 548--Chapter 49 Dangerous Surgery

Xu Ze glanced at the direction where the chief knelt down. As expected, it was exactly where the sacred mountain was. He couldn't help but sigh. It seemed that the sacred mountain was indeed a real god-like existence in the eyes of these guardian tribes. If he really wanted to move the temple in the future, he would have to be more careful.

The chief knelt for a while, then he stood up carefully, nodded to Xu Ze, and said a few words.

Xiaodao translated it as: "Okay...try your best... don't blame..."

With this sentence, Xu Ze was relieved. He was really unconfident about the operation to be honest. If the operation was performed, the old man would have at most 60% hope to survive. Moreover, whether he could survive the postoperative anti-infection treatment or something is a step.

But no matter what, I have to try my best to save this old man. This is better than building a seven-level pagoda. If I save him, the benefits will naturally be indispensable.

And now I have made it clear to the chief, so even if something goes wrong, don’t worry too much, at least you don’t have to worry about the natives really coming into the camp.

He nodded and took the chief back to the tent.

Seeing Xu Ze come in, Dr. Wang and Dr. Xu both looked at Xu Ze carefully to see how he and the chief discussed it. We should try our best to let these natives carry the old man back.

"Doctor Wang... wait and do my assistant later, let's do this surgery..." Xu Ze looked at Dr. Wang and said slowly.

"What? Doctor Wang and Doctor Xu's faces changed. After they looked at each other, Doctor Wang finally looked at Xu Ze and reminded cautiously: "General, this operation has a maximum success rate of 10%..."

"Well..." Xu Ze nodded, and then said: "I will reduce the risk of surgery and try to increase the success rate to 40% to 50%..."

"Four to 50%?" Dr. Wang was stunned when he heard Xu Ze's words. How could such an operation have a success rate of more than 40%? Generally, 20% are the best...

Seeing that Dr. Wang didn't believe it very much, Xu Ze chuckled and nodded, "Okay... Dr. Wang, please arrange it. You can't delay this. If you delay it again, you won't be able to do it..."

Seeing that Xu Ze had decided to look and had a confident look, Dr. Wang was stunned. Thinking of Xu Ze's magic today, he sighed lightly and decided to believe Xu Ze. Then he walked out of the tent and made arrangements.

Dr. Xu, who was standing by, sighed at Xu Ze at this time. Although he was an internal medicine doctor, he naturally knew the danger of this surgery. With this old man's situation, let alone the knife, even if he didn't, it would probably not last long.

This move is almost a death-death situation, so why did General Xu insist on doing it?

But as a responsible doctor, Dr. Xu still advised Xu Ze carefully: "General Xu, I think this operation is really overestimated. Do you want to think about it again?"

Looking at Doctor Xu's life-satisfied comfort, afraid that he would be too ***, Xu Ze felt a little moved in his heart, and then smiled and said, "Doctor Xu, don't worry, I have never fought a war that I am unsure. I said 50% of the time; if I am sure to save a dying person and I don't do it, then I feel that I will feel sorry."

Seeing that Xu Ze was persistent and was so confident, Dr. Xu naturally couldn't say anything else at this time, so he could only sigh and nodded, "General Xu, since you have decided, if there is anything you need to help us, our internal medicine department will do our best to help!"

"Well... Thank you Dr. Xu, no need for now. If you need it, I will tell you!" Xu Ze smiled and nodded.

At this time, Dr. Wang pulled open the curtain of the tent again, walked in, looked at Xu Ze and hesitated, "The general's surgery is ready...but do you really want to do it?"

"Yes... do it, of course you have to do it!" Xu Ze laughed slowly, and then signaled to the chief.

The chief quickly ordered several soldiers under his jurisdiction to carefully lift the prophet into the small sedan chair again, and followed Xu Ze behind him and headed outside carefully.

Dr. Wang and Dr. Xu, who were behind, looked at each other and finally smiled bitterly, and walked out from behind.

The operating room is in Dr. Wang’s No. 1 surgical tent. The No. 1 surgical tent has the most complete set of equipment and equipment, and is also equipped with the most elite nurses from China. Dr. Wang will naturally arrange such an important operation here.

Two nurses commanded the natives outside the tent to put the prophet on the surgical cart, and then after the rejected chief's follow-up, they pushed the prophet into the surgical tent.

Xu Ze nodded to the chief and signaled him to rest assured. Then he led Dr. Wang into the compartment of the surgical tent and began to perform preoperative disinfection and change the preoperative garment.

While brushing his fingertips with a brush, Dr. Wang looked at Xu Ze, who was still calm beside him, and confirmed again with concern: "General... do you really think there is no problem?"

"How come there is no problem?" Xu Ze smiled and said, "I am only 60% sure at most, of course I don't rule out that there will be problems..."

"60%?" Seeing Xu Ze's appearance not seemingly fake, Dr. Wang breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn't know how Xu Ze would be 60% sure, he knew very well that although the general in front of him was young, he was definitely not the kind of rash and frivolous person. If the operation was really 60% sure, he could give it a try.

The two of them disinfected and changed their clothes before they walked into the operating room inside.

When he walked into the operating room, Xu Ze realized that there were actually many people inside, and there were actually five people waiting inside.

One of them was an instrument nurse, a circuit nurse, and a nurse on standby; there was an anesthesiologist next to him, plus an old surgeon.

It seems that Dr. Wang is really well prepared for the operation this time. Apart from the nurse, he was useless even if he had no help from his assistant. He also brought an elderly and experienced doctor to help.

Xu Ze reached out to pick up the surgical gown, shook it, put it on, and with the help of the nurse, then stood in front of the operating table, looked at the doctor Luo who was ready for anesthesia, and smiled and said, "No need for anesthesia this time, you can take a break!"

"Ah? I really don't need anesthesia?" Dr. Luo was stunned.

"Yes...his current condition is not suitable for anesthesia..." Xu Ze chuckled and said, "You don't have to worry, I use needles and anesthesia more effectively!"

When Xu Ze said that there was no need to be anesthesia, Dr. Luo breathed a sigh of relief. He first saw the old man's condition, and he felt very distressed at the time. As for the old man, if the anesthetic was taken, he would probably not be able to wake up. However, General Xu had to undergo surgery, and he had no other way.

Since Xu Ze said he would not need to anesthetize, he naturally breathed a sigh of relief and nodded quickly to respond.

Xu Ze picked up the clip and grabbed the disinfectant cotton ball, and then began to sterilize the skin that had already exposed the abdomen, and then applied it slightly on the prophet's neck.

After disinfecting and laying out the sterile towel, he took out three silver needles, looked at the prophet who was opening his eyes and looking at him with a peaceful look on his face, and then nodded with a smile.

In his impression, he had always been the fierce look of the prophet waving his crutch and beating the two translators hard, but he didn't expect that he would really have a close contact with the prophet this time.

Moreover, although this prophet was old and very depressed, there was no fear of facing death in his peaceful and vicissitudes of life. There was only a peaceful and pure look. Moreover, the deep feeling of the eyes seemed to allow anyone who touched his eyes to calm down instantly.

When Xu Ze saw these eyes, he could also feel that the prophet's mental power was also very strong, otherwise he would not have felt this way.

Of course, this naturally had little impact on him.

The prophet also smiled slightly at Xu Ze, then closed his eyes gently and stopped making any sounds.

Seeing that the prophet had closed his eyes, Xu Ze also took a light breath, quickly *** the prophet's acupuncture points on his neck, then turned his head to look at the people who had already stood at his position, and said in a deep voice: "Okay, the operation begins..."

After taking the scalpel handed over by the nurse in the instrument, Xu Ze gently stroked it gently at a confirmed position.

Looking at Xu Ze's movements, and the position of the knife was located on the right side, instead of the cut from the middle of the abdomen, everyone confirmed that Xu Ze had already confirmed that the old man had suppurative appendicitis, not a ruptured abdomen in the ordinary sense.

However, everyone was also a little nervous at this time. It was the first time they saw acupuncture. I wonder if Xu Ze's three injections would really prevent the patient from suffering from pain.

As Xu Ze took a few stabs, he cut the skin muscles layer by layer, and a small amount of blood gushed out, but the old black man still closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep; everyone relaxed their eyebrows, and then they quickly looked at the monitor beside him.

Seeing that the heartbeat and blood pressure above seemed to have not changed much from the moment, everyone was truly relieved and affirmed the magical effect of traditional medicine acupuncture.

Everyone was having surgery in the tent, but there were many doctors waiting outside the tent, while discussing the risks of this operation.

They all learned about the operation from Dr. Xu. They were so brave that Xu Ze dared to undergo surgery under such circumstances. They shook their heads and sighed.

In such a situation, no doctor will do it at any hospital, because the hope of success is almost non-existent.

The possibility of this old man dying on the operating table is at least 90%. Such risks are generally something no doctor is willing to take.

Especially in this situation, there are still hundreds of natives around here, and maybe they may be cannibals. If the old man dies and they cause trouble, it will be a big trouble.

Everyone was thinking, in fact, as long as General Xu said that there was no cure, wouldn't it be enough to send these natives away? Now he wanted to get this trouble, it's really...

Of course, everyone can only say this in private, and no one dares to really yell.

Only Dr. Wang’s assistant, Dr. Jiang, was whispering dissatisfied: “This kind of operation is obviously not going to be successful. General Xu is still doing it. Isn’t this putting all of us in a dangerous place? If those natives really come in later, will it be us who are unlucky?"

Dr. Bai next to him heard this and quickly said, "Doctor Jiang, you can't say this nonsense. General Xu shouldn't be such a person. Since he dares to do it, he is naturally sure. And even if the operation is not successful, he should have a complete solution to ensure that our group will not have any problems."

"Go...Doctor Bai, look at the situation. This old man obviously has a high status in that tribe. Is this really dead? Do you think those natives won't cause trouble?"

When Doctor Jiang saw Doctor Bai defending Xu Ze, he snorted coldly and glanced secretly. The chief, who was standing next to him with five soldiers, whispered: "I can see such things many times when I was internship outside. I was almost stabbed at that time. These natives are not good people. General Xu has high kung fu skills, and the guards will also protect him. We will be the ones who are unlucky at that time."

"Shhh...Doctor Jiang, you can't say this nonsense. General Xu is a lieutenant general, and this time the commander... Although others are very casual, if he hears it, it will be bad for you..." A doctor next to him saw that Doctor Jiang's words became more and more wrong, so he quickly persuaded him.

After hearing this, Dr. Jiang hummed softly and stopped talking.

Xu Ze naturally couldn't hear about these. He was carefully cutting off the purulent and broken unfinished tails, and then sewed them with needle and thread.

Dr. Wang next to him had another doctor. One of them pulled the hook for Xu Ze, and the other looked at the monitors next to him nervously, fearing that his heartbeat would be bad, and that would be done.

Xu Ze's hands and feet were very fast, but in just a short while, he finished processing the entire appendix.

Seeing Xu Ze's speed, the two doctors next to him couldn't help but secretly praise him. No wonder General Xu was so confident that he could do more than a dozen surgeries a day. With his technique, he was envious. He had practiced for decades, but he was far inferior to his.

After Xu Ze handled the appendix, he took the suction handed over by the doctor next to him and asked in a deep voice: "How is the situation?"

"The heartbeat and blood pressure are stable for the time being!" Dr. Wang quickly glanced at the monitor again and answered quickly.

Xu Ze nodded, then stepped on the suction device. From the steel pipe of the suction device, a warm stream of water quickly shot out, flushing towards the abdominal cavity filled with a strong and fishy smell.

After rinsing like this for a while, I stepped on another key and quickly attracted the liquid from the abdominal cavity.

After repeating this way, after two or three times, the abdominal cavity, which was originally stained with a lot of pus and was extremely fishy, ​​finally returned to cleanliness.

Seeing that the operation had been completed two-thirds, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and thought that this operation would be successful as long as there was no problem with the suture.

Xu Ze put down the suction device, breathed a little relieved, reached out to take the needle and thread handed over by the nurse, and was about to close his abdomen.

At this time, Dr. Wang next to him glanced at the monitor, but his face changed drastically and exclaimed: "No, my heartbeat has begun to drop. Now it has only been more than fifty times..."

After hearing this, Xu Ze was also shocked. When he looked up, he could see that his heartbeat was gradually decreasing and his blood pressure was gradually unstable.

Xu Ze frowned, then quickly handed the needle holder at hand to Dr. Wang, whose face was gloomy, and said in a deep voice: "You come and sew it!"

"Okay..." Dr. Wang knew that Xu Ze must be preparing to rescue him at this time, so he naturally did the small matter of suturing himself. He quickly took the needle holder and tweezers and quickly sutured the big peritoneum.

At this time, Xu Ze stretched out his right hand, stretched in from under the sterile towel, and pressed it on the heart of the prophet's chest. At the same time, he ordered to the parade nurse beside him: "Part 1mg of the secondary kidney..."

As the nurse quickly drew the medicine and began to push the medicine, a tiny hole was broken at Xu Ze's index finger of his right glove, and a steel needle gently penetrated out and stabbed into the skin of the prophet's chest.

Then a stream of bioelectric energy began to rush towards the heart of the prophet.

At this time, Dr. Wang was sweating all over his head and quickly sutured the muscles on his abdomen one by one. Another doctor quickly picked up the tweezers to help Dr. Wang align his muscles and help him close his abdomen as soon as possible.

In this case, no matter what, you must close your stomach as soon as possible before you can better rescue.

At this time, the doctors outside the tent and the chief also heard a scream from the tent.

The chief didn't understand, but the other doctors vaguely heard it and understood it. The heartbeat began to fall. Everyone's faces changed and they thought it was not good.

But Dr. Xiao Jiang's face turned pale at this time and murmured: "It's okay now, it's okay now, the old man is dead, we're afraid we can't get lost!"

With the continuous infusion of this drug and the continuous infusion of Xu Ze's bioelectric energy, the prophet's heartbeat, which was originally falling rapidly, gradually stabilized and did not drop again after about fifty times.

But Xu Ze knew that this was still supported by his own bioelectric energy. If you don’t hurry up, you might fall down again.

At the moment, he continued to say in a deep voice: "Atropine 1mg, quietly push... hurry..."

The nurse was also a long-term test. She was very skillful and took another medicine, and then began to push it into the needle.
Chapter completed!