Yang Mo hurriedly looked at Ji Zi Zhuan, "Mr. Ji, could you please help me match the patient's blood first?"
Ji Zizhuan nodded and asked his disciples to get the syringe.
"Miss Yang, please save my father." The eyes of the young man standing aside were full of fear and guilt, and even more at a loss.
"What kind of disease is this? How could this happen?" There was a lot of discussion outside.
As soon as Yang Mo stepped forward, the patient on the wooden board suddenly vomited another mouthful of blood.
Vomiting blood is a typical symptom of gastrointestinal bleeding.
Yang Mo looked at Shen Weiyan and the doctor who was stunned, "Hurry and turn the patient sideways."
Turning sideways is to prevent blood from blocking the respiratory tract.
The doctor at Baohe Tang began to move the patients on the wooden boards, and more people came to watch the excitement on the street outside. In the past, Miss Yang would go to various houses for diagnosis and treatment, but this time the patients were sent directly to Baohe Tang.
Everyone seized the opportunity to discuss and went forward to take a closer look. "Didn't you see that there was blood everywhere, and the clothes on the body were all red?"
"Can it still be cured?"
"I heard that there was nothing we could do at home, and we scared away several doctors."
The people next to you couldn't see it and even pushed the people around them, "Get out of the way, get out of the way, let me take a look."
"Did you check your pulse?" The older doctor just wanted to know how Miss Yang's diagnosis and treatment were different from others.
"No, not at all."
There was another cold snort, "This Yang is like this every time. When the patient arrives, he doesn't check the pulse first but looks at it with his eyes. What can you see with your eyes alone?"
While everyone was discussing, Yang Mo looked at the young man next to him, "Has the patient ever been in this kind of situation before? It can be vomiting like this, but it's not as serious as this."
The young man shook his head, "No, no."
"What's the reason this time? Did you drink a lot of alcohol or eat hard food?"
The young man still shook his head, the fear in his eyes getting heavier and heavier, as if a dark cloud had firmly covered him, making him only repeat: "No, no..."
As Yang Mo was asking, two more people squeezed in beside him. When they saw the patient, they immediately shouted, "Dad, dad, wake up, how are you?"
A man in his twenties came over and pushed the teenage boy away.
The man frowned and shouted to the doctor in front of him, "Take the medicine quickly, take the medicine quickly!" Then he turned to look at the young man, "How could my father be like this? Let me ask you? How could this happen?"
The young man hesitated, "Uncle was teaching me how to spear and suddenly..."
Yang Mo rolled up the patient's sleeves and asked Ji Zizhuan to take blood. When the man saw this situation, he immediately said: "What are you doing? Why don't you check my father's pulse?"
The young doctor next to him whispered: "This is Miss Yang and Mr. Ji Zizhuan."
The man then turned his attention to Yang Mo and frowned, with an expression of disbelief on his face, "Woman... you let a woman treat my father? Where is Mr. Bai? Didn't you say you want to come to see Mr. Bai?"
Mr. Bai heard the sound and came from the crowd.
The man recognized Mr. Bai and hurriedly stepped forward and bowed, "Mr., do you remember me? I am Lu Zheng, the third eldest son of the Lu family, and this is my father."
Mr. Bai nodded, "I remember that I diagnosed and treated your mother before."
Lu Zheng nodded and saluted forward, "Old sir, I leave my father to you."
Mr. Bai looked at Yang Mo next to him and said, "Let Miss Yang diagnose and treat it first. I am not as good as Miss Yang for this kind of emergency."
Lu Zheng couldn't help but be surprised, how could this be possible? Mr. Bai was the most famous doctor in Beijing, and even the people in Tai Hospital respected him, but now Mr. Bai said that he was not as good as a woman.
Ji Zi Zhuan had already finished taking the blood. Yang Mo raised her head and said clearly: "Time is urgent. People here who are willing to give blood to patients will draw blood for comparison."
Blood draw? Blood transfusion? Lu Zheng listened to these strange words and looked at the busy woman in front of him. What was she talking about? How come he had never heard of it before, "What is this method? What does it mean to use blood? You want to ask for it?" The witch doctor is here? What is he going to do?"
Yang Mo didn't bother to answer Lu Zheng's words. In her opinion, if Mr. Lu was not diagnosed and treated in time, his life would be in danger.
Yang Mo put her hand on Mr. Lu's abdomen and pressed it repeatedly. Whenever she touched Mr. Lu's stomach, Mr. Lu would have a gag reflex.
Yes, this is acute gastrointestinal bleeding. Now the blood is in the stomach, and a gastric tube is needed to decompress the gastrointestinal tract.
Yang Mo looked at Shen Weiyan and said, "Bring the sheep intestines."
What is the intestine used for? Lu Zheng was more and more surprised as he watched Shen Weiyan deliver something like an intestine to Miss Yang.
Yang Mo looked at the patient. She wanted to insert the gastric tube into the patient while he was conscious, "Mr. Lu, this tube will help you drain the blood from the stomach as soon as possible, otherwise the blood will condense in the stomach and form The lump will block your breathing when you vomit it. After a while, I say swallow, and Mr. Lu will do as I say."
Mr. Lu shook his head weakly, with a repulsive look on his face. His eyes were looking around, trying to speak, but he couldn't open his mouth.
Yang Mo thought of the young man, looked over quickly, and saw the figure in the corner. His pale face seemed frightened, and his shoulders were shaking a little.
"Lu Zhi," Lu Zheng frowned, "How could my father do this? You said my father taught you how to spear? Did you hurt him?"
Lu Zhi next to him shook his head, and then nodded quickly, "It was me...it was all because of me...that my uncle fell to the ground, and then..." He was afraid, afraid that this was why his uncle vomited blood, and he would just I thought about the matter carefully, just to figure out what went wrong. Maybe my uncle fell down and that's why...
Lu Zhi looked at Yang Mo as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, "Did he fall somewhere? Can my uncle be cured?"
Sure enough, it was because of him that Lu Zhi's family had not been at peace ever since his father brought him back from the clan. Lu Zhi, a weak scholar, had already passed the college examination and was expected to take the imperial examination. Who knew that he would... It's really ridiculous that they changed their minds and wanted to take part in the martial arts examination. Their brothers had been practicing martial arts since they were young and had never been able to get into the martial arts examination. Their father actually believed that Lu Zhi could pass the examination and carefully taught Lu Zhi.
Mr. Lu, who was lying down, shook his head as hard as he could to get up. This action made him turn pale and start to cough.
Lu Zheng was startled and didn't know what to do, but he heard the woman next to him order, "Let the patient lie down, quickly... Mr. Ji will take people to collect blood, you guys hold him down."
Seeing this scene, the woman did not panic at all, but calmly ordered the people around her. Lu Zheng began to believe that Miss Yang really had some abilities.
"Don't crowd around here, stay away."
"Get the syringe ready. Quick, ask for the largest size."
Yang Mo didn't look up and pressed Master Lu's button, "Master Lu, if you have anything to say, I'll talk about it later."
"Shen Weiyan, hold the patient's jaw down."
The patient was not very cooperative, and Yang Mo was always unable to insert the tube properly.
For such bleeding, the first step is to ensure that the patient breathes smoothly, and then blood transfusion is required to stop the bleeding.
"Mr. Bai, please prescribe a prescription to stop bleeding and ask someone to buy ice. I want to use ice water and salt."
People around him responded, and everyone went about their business.
The Lu family didn't know what was going on and were all stunned. The servant who sent Master Lu had already followed Ji Zizhuan to draw blood.
Lu Zheng watched Miss Yang sending the intestine tube to his father's mouth. He couldn't help but widen his eyes and stretched out his hand to grab Miss Yang. Shen Weiyan hurriedly stood in front of Yang Mo, "Miss, this is I'm saving Mr. Lu..." He stretched out his hand and refused to let Lu Zheng step forward no matter what.
Lu Zheng frowned fiercely, Shen Weiyan was panicked but refused to back down.
Sweat broke out on Yang Mo's forehead, and her hands were covered in blood after several feedings.
"It's so scary. What kind of treatment is this?" the onlookers couldn't help but say.
"It's exactly what the rumors said. Miss Yang is... using sheep's intestines... sheep's intestines..."
“Can sheep intestines also be put into the human body?”
When Lu Zheng heard these words, he reached out and grabbed Shen Weiyan's clothes and threw him aside.
"Master Lu," Yang Mo turned around, "You want Master Lu to bleed to death? If that's the case, why send him to the hospital?"
The originally gentle woman suddenly became serious in her words and refused to give in.
Lu Zheng actually stood there frozen after being said.
What kind of woman is this? Her hands are full of blood but she doesn't seem to know it. She just lowers her head and is busy. As long as others dare to step into her territory, she will immediately become sharp.
"Mr. Lu, cooperate with me in swallowing, swallowing, so that you will feel more comfortable."
Mr. Lu struggled for a few times, then followed Yang Mo's wishes, swallowed bit by bit, and finally slowly swallowed the sheep intestines.
Before the tube was completely inserted into Mr. Lu's stomach, blood began to flow from the other side of the tube.
"Oh my god...this is going to kill people."
There was a sudden commotion all around.
Miss Yang's insertion of the tube not only failed to stop the patient's bleeding, but also caused more blood to flow. If this continues, the patient will undoubtedly die.
The blood seemed to have dyed Lu Zheng's eyes red. Now he wanted to throw Yang Mo and the pipe away from him. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he felt a huge force holding his wrist firmly. Holding on, he couldn't break free. He raised his head and saw Jiang Ping unexpectedly.
"Miss Yang."
Yang Mo heard the sound coming from behind, but she couldn't stop her hand. She had already pointed the needle at the sheep's intestines.
"Miss Yang, you don't have enough doctors in your pharmacy. Our doctors can help."
Yang Mo recognized this voice. It was the shopkeeper from Zhou Chengling's medicine shop nearby.
Yang Mo raised her head and looked around. All the doctors around her were sent to do their work. There were really few people left.
The shopkeeper said: "I'll ask a few people to help Mr. Ji Zizhuan."
Mr. Ji had to mix and collect blood, and several disciples were already very busy. Yang Mo nodded and the shopkeeper immediately gave instructions. This is what the boss has already told. Whenever Baohetang needs help, just call the pharmacy. The doctors and disciples here came to help.
Yang Mo turned to look at Shen Weiyan, "Go and see if the ice water and salt are ready?"
Shen Weiyan hurriedly ran out.
Yang Mo began to draw out the blood from her stomach, and then asked the servant of the Lu family next to her, "How much blood did you vomit before sending it here?"
A servant of the Lu family said: "It's quite a lot...I even took some hemostatic medicine, but it didn't work."
Bleeding medicine like this will be washed away if given, so it won't have any effect at all.
For acute bleeding of the gastrointestinal tract, many conditions need to be ruled out. Mr. Lu’s stomach was soft, and it was not a perforated gastric ulcer. The most likely possibility was variceal bleeding.
First, she had to draw out all the blood, and then mix hemostatic medicine with ice water and put it into her stomach, hoping to cool it and stop the bleeding.
Blood was drawn out one by one, and everyone looked on in shock.
"This will kill people."
Yang Mo kept looking at Ji Zi Zhuan.
Ji Zi Zhuan has already mixed the blood in the porcelain dish. The ten dishes will be tested together. There should be suitable blood among them. Hurry up, hurry up. All links must be as fast as possible to save people's lives. No one can escape. Half a mistake.
"The medicine is ready." Shen Weiyan brought the chilled medicine over.
"Mr. Bai has prepared a prescription to stop bleeding, which also contains Jijia's Hemostatic Powder."
Yang Mo nodded, took out the crystal syringe, drew out the medicine and poured it into the intestines.
"What is that? What is Miss Yang holding in her hand? Is it made of crystal?"
"Crystal tube."
While everyone was discussing what was in Yang Mo's hand, someone was already exclaiming, "Look, hurry up, they're all in, along the sheep's intestines."
These things and methods have never been seen before, and similar medical techniques have never been recorded in ancient books.
Seeing Miss Yang taking it out one by one and using it skillfully, the surroundings changed from noisy at the beginning to quiet at the end.
Wouldn't a person die if he was tossing like this?
When encountering this kind of thing, you should try to stop the bleeding instead of drawing the blood out.
This is not only shocking but also incredible.
Miss Yang's every move was clearly irrational, but no one came to stop her. Everyone just watched and marveled.
After the ice water was poured in, Yang Mo looked at Mr. Lu. Although Mr. Lu was weak, he was not completely confused. Yang Mo told Shen Weiyan, "Go get the ice water again."
She also wanted ice water. Shen Weiyan was stunned for a moment and immediately went down to make arrangements.
After only waiting for a moment, Yang Mo released the tube of the sheep's intestines and tried to withdraw it with a needle.
"Look, it's all turned into blood."
Yang Mo kept pumping out the ice water. The doctor holding the spittoon next to him kept shaking his hands, and everything he saw was red.
"The blood is ready." came the voice of Ji Zi Zhuan.
Yang Mo felt that the stone on her chest seemed to have been moved away, so she turned to Mei Xiang to wipe the sweat from her forehead, "Mr. Ji, put the citric acid first and then draw the blood."
Ji Zi Zhuan nodded and told his disciples, "Go ahead and mix the blood." In his impression, one person's blood is not enough.
After replacing the ice water in her stomach, when Yang Mo was about to take the second injection, Mr. Ji had already brought the drawn blood. Yang Mo handed the intestinal tube to Mei Xiang, then went to get a needle and pricked it on the inside of the patient's arm. on the veins.
Blood flowed down the tube.
Yang Mo nodded to Ji Zi Zhuan.
Gastrointestinal bleeding, unless it is perforation, is mostly treated with non-surgical methods. Hemostatic agents and fresh whole blood are now used. Mr. Lu's condition seems to be much more stable than when he came here.
Mr. Bai asked Shen Weiyan to help him sit down and diagnose Mr. Lu's pulse. Yang Mo continued to use ice water and hemostatic medicine to wash Mr. Lu's stomach.
"Did you see it? This is blood transfusion...the method Miss Yang used in Prince Chunjun's Mansion."
"Just use the bottle, then use the tube to insert the needle into the person's body."
"Can different bloodlines be transfused?"
"No, that's the servant's blood."
I don’t know if the water in the gastric tube was too cold. Master Lu suddenly struggled. Yang Mo looked down. Master Lu opened his eyes and slowly moved his eyes to search in the crowd. Yang Mo also followed and looked around. For a while, Lu Zhi no longer knows where he went.
Yang Mo was just thinking when she heard a voice from outside: "Ms. Yang... Is Mrs. Yang here? We are from the clan camp. Please come over for diagnosis and treatment."
The crowd was pushed through a gap, and the speaker walked into the room, "Mr. Yang...which one is Mr. Yang?"
That man was very confident, as if he didn't take the people here seriously.
Yang Mo didn't seem to hear the shouting, and kept looking at Mr. Lu. Mr. Lu moved his mouth twice, making a purring sound in his throat, and then stretched out his hand to grab the intestine tube in Yang Mo's hand. Under everyone's gaze, Then, pull out the tube in one go.
Yang Mo wanted to reach out to stop him, but failed to snatch Master Lu away.
"Master Lu..." Yang Mo didn't finish her words. She just felt that she had stepped on something, and she couldn't help but slip and fell to the ground.
Qiu Tong hurriedly helped Yang Mo, but Yang Mo raised her head with a surprised look on her face.
Qiu Tong didn't know why, even though Mr. Lu was in danger just now, the eldest lady's expression didn't change. Why now... She looked down and saw a pool of blood where the eldest lady was sitting.
Where did the blood come from?
Yang Mo looked at her palm, and the blood seemed to be still warm.
"Miss, where are you injured?" Qiu Tong asked with a pale face.
Yang Mo shook her head, stood up and walked forward along the blood trail. People on both sides got out of the way. Yang Mo looked up and saw Lu Zhi sitting in the corner.
Master Lu pulled out all the intestines in his mouth, "Lu Zhi, Lu Zhi..."
Yang Mo looked back at Mr. Lu.
Mr. Lu said weakly: "The spear point, the spear point." He couldn't help but vomited twice, his face was pale, and his forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat.
Lu Zheng, who followed Jiang Ping to the side, heard Master Lu's voice and hurriedly walked over, "Father, what's wrong with you?"
Mr. Lu shook his head, "I... I taught Lu Zhi how to practice a spear, but the tip of the spear disappeared... on... Lu Zhi... I felt anxious... then... quickly... look at Lu Zhi... …Look at Lu Zhi…”
Master Lu was worried about Lu Zhi, but he was choked and speechless due to gastrointestinal bleeding and vomiting. Everyone was always paying attention to Master Lu, and no one looked at Lu Zhi next to them.
Lu Zhi had been worried about Mr. Lu, and probably didn't notice anything strange about him. He still struggled to get up when he heard Mr. Lu speak.
The blood had dyed the hem of Lu Zhi's robe red, and the blood flowed like a stream to Yang Mo's feet.
Yang Mo looked at Ji Zizhuan, who hurriedly ordered his disciple, "Quickly, take Master Lu to the bed."
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I have made up for what I wrote yesterday and wrote a little more.
Thank you all for your support and concern. I feel much better today.