A white doctor came out and said to Wang Wenwu: "Sir, your two daughters are both healthy. I tried my best to complete the operation within ten minutes. I did everything I could and leave the rest to you."

God!"

Wang Wenwu was quite surprised by this white man. Although he could speak Chinese, you should know that most foreigners in China cannot speak Chinese, even if they are making money in China.

Wang Wenwu said: "I know, no matter what I say, thank you!"

"The other thing I want to say is that if you can ask your wife to come to the hospital to give birth, it will definitely be better than having a midwife outside. At least I can guarantee that your baby will not die from umbilical cord wind. I know the midwives around here.

They don’t know how to disinfect and cut off the umbilical cord, or they just put the baby in a dirty place, which makes the umbilical cord break vulnerable to tetanus infection, causing umbilical cord disease.”

When Wang Wenwu heard the doctor's words, all he could think about was, did the man in front of him really complete the operation in ten minutes? Didn't the operation in Wang Wenwu's image always take one or two hours?

Wang Wenwu asked curiously: "Do you always perform surgeries so quickly?"

The white doctor shrugged and said, "I don't know if you know, but someone has said that the mortality rate of many operations is directly proportional to the duration of the operation."

Wang Wenwu nodded and said, "I have heard of it, but I didn't expect it to be true."

"Then do you know Napoleon's surgeon, Dominique Jean Larrey?"

Seeing Wang Wenwu shaking his head, the white doctor said: "At that time, Dominica proposed that setting up medical tents near the front line would make treatment more efficient. At the same time, Dominica also gave birth to the first military rescue team, which was the horse

He was the first modern military doctor recognized as the first modern military doctor, but what I want to talk about is his amazing surgical record. It is said that he completed two hundred amputations in twenty-four hours - an average of

One session takes seven minutes. But don’t think this is fast. Dr. Robert in the 19th century could remove his arms in 28 seconds and his legs in 2 minutes and 30 seconds. _o_m ”

Wang Wenwu really didn't know that it only takes 28 seconds to remove a person's arm, and this person is also a doctor.

Wang Wenwu came to his senses, thanked the white doctor, and ran to the second-class ward to visit his brother.

In the ward, apart from Miss Xiangdi, the rickshaw driver went back to report the news. Xianglai Huaihua, Chunni, and Zhang Muen were all on the way. After all, so many doctors said that Xiangdi would not survive, so they must all come to express their congratulations.

Pandi himself was groggy. Seeing Wang Wenwu come in, Pandi said happily: "Sir, the doctor said that my sister has been given anesthesia and she is still awake. She will be fine in a while."

Wang Wenwu saw that he missed his brother and was very happy that he survived, so he didn't say anything about post-operative infection, which was so discouraging.

Wang Wenwu walked to the baby and looked at the pink and tender little person. What he thought about his brother was that his sister had given birth to two girls, and life would definitely be difficult after that. But when he saw Wang Wenwu, he smiled

While teasing the children, my heart felt at ease again.

Huaihua brought Mrs. Zhao Sun to the ward. When she entered the door, she saw Pandi still sleeping. She said to Wang Wenwu: "Master, I brought some food from home. You haven't eaten for such a long time. Eat something first."

Rest your belly! Let Zhao Sun guard this place for now!"

It happened that Wang Wenwu was a little hungry, so he ate something to cushion his stomach. Huaihua arranged for a rickshaw driver to call for some food to be delivered.

Sophora japonica said to Wang Wenwu: "Brother Pan is really a lucky person. This time he really got through without any danger."

But Wang Wenwu shook his head and said: "Now that she has come off the operating table, she can only say that she has lived half of her life. The remaining half depends on whether her wound will be infected."

Hearing what Wang Wu said, Huaihua didn't know what to say. After all, Western medicine had only been developed in the past few years. Sophora didn't know much about Western medicine.

But Wang Wenwu does know that the status of Western medicine surgeons is very low. It is difficult for surgeons who were born as barbers to get rid of their identity as craftsmen. The work they do often requires them to deal with suppurating and rotting tissues, and their operations mean heart-wrenching life.

Screaming, infection and death, the treatment effect is also unsatisfactory.

In the 19th century, surgery was not included in orthodox medical services, but was instead regarded as a public entertainment project.

Surgery was born out of barbers. The operation itself is rough and the fees are low. You need to earn money by performing in the theater. (This chapter is not finished yet!)

Field fees.

This setting seems outrageous to modern people, but it actually had certain advantages at the time. Because compared to directly sawing off a leg, using physical anesthesia to make people comatose and then sawing off a leg is obviously more attractive to the audience.

If it is accompanied by well-designed commentary, it can also add a lot of immersion.

The surgical gowns at that time were more like those of pig butchers than doctors, and it was said that they were often not cleaned. Some documents describe the surgical gowns worn by surgeons at that time: "stiff and exuding the stench of pus and blood."

"The stiffer the coat full of blood, the prouder the busy surgeon is."

Not only the surgical gowns, but also the hands and surgical instruments of surgeons were rarely cleaned in the past. Bandages were often reused. Visitors to surgeries crowded the entire staircase. More than 100 students may observe an operation, and patients coughed and murmured one after another.

You may survive a successful surgery, but you may die from infection.

The mortality rate of cesarean section is at the forefront of surgery due to the haze of post-operative infection, so Wang Wenwu has always shown little confidence in his brother's survival.

I have taken traditional Chinese medicine to reduce inflammation, but the effect has not been great, and inflammation still occurs in the wound as expected. The doctor is helpless, even if the wound is regularly removed, there is still no sign of improvement.

At Pandi's request, he returned to the Siheyuan to take care of him.

In the end, Pandi failed to create a miracle. The wound from the operation never improved. Instead, he suffered from severe suppuration and high fever. He died after struggling at home for a month.

After Pandi passed away, Xiangdi had to take care of Pandi's two children. However, Wang Wenwu hired two wet nurses to take care of the two motherless children early on. Because Xiangdi was only half a child himself, how could he take care of them?

The baby was just one month old. But Xiangdi would never allow the nanny to take the baby out of his sight.

Sometimes Chunni would complain to Wang Wenwu: "That little girl really looks at the two children. It's troublesome for me to even look at her!"

Wang Wenwu said: "How old are you? Why are you arguing with her?"

"No, it makes me feel like I'm trying to steal a child! It makes me uncomfortable! Why don't you tell her something?"

"Okay, okay, I will tell you. When I find the opportunity, I will educate her well!"

"I don't believe this. You said you have perfunctory me several times!".
Chapter completed!