Yang Mo will leave the blowing part to outsiders. In addition to adapting to the general environment here, it is also because this is the easiest part. The most important thing to master in cardiopulmonary resuscitation is the depth and frequency of compression. Yang Mo puts her hand on Shi Ziye’s chest.
Press according to the frequency silently counted in your heart.
Although the mother in charge had seen a lot of strange things, her fingers started to tremble in this situation, and she kept turning her head to look at Mrs. Dong. Mrs. Dong also stood there blankly, with a look of confusion on her face.
"Blow..." Yang Mo shouted loudly.
The mother in charge seemed not to hear.
"Blow..."
The mother in charge was still stunned.
"If you don't want the prince to die, just do as I say and blow..." Yang Mo raised her voice.
The mother in charge then opened her eyes wide, came to her senses, and followed the method Yang Mo said before, holding her breath and blowing it in regardless.
Blow air after every fifteen compressions. Even if there is a spontaneous heartbeat, continuous heart compressions are still required, one hundred times a minute. Usually two doctors take turns in the emergency room, but this time Yang Mo has to complete it by herself.
After one round, Yang Mo's arms were already shaking, and the prince's lips were finally slightly rosy.
There was no ventilator or Western medicine here, so such cardiopulmonary resuscitation was extremely difficult. Moreover, the prince was a chronically ill person, so she was not sure whether he could be saved. She could only hold on to the thought of saving others and endure it.
Be patient and press it step by step in a regular manner.
"The prince is breathing again." The steward's mother screamed.
Mrs. Dong seemed to have lost her support. She knelt down on the footrest beside the bed and tremblingly held her son's hand, hoping to feel the slightest warmth from it.
Only then did Yang Mo tentatively stop, put her palm close to the prince's chest and carefully felt the heartbeat. The heartbeat must be regular to be saved.
After waiting carefully for a while, Yang Mo breathed a sigh of relief and moved her hand away.
Mrs. Dong seemed to be frightened just now, and it took her a while to speak out, "Is this... okay? Will she ever..."
Yes, judging from the condition of the prince, his skin is dry, his eye sockets are sunken, and he has already developed symptoms of dehydration. A person will die within a few days without water. The prince is in a deep coma and does not know how to swallow. The soup he is fed now is just to moisten his lips.
To treat patients with severe coma, in modern times, it is necessary to insert a nasogastric tube and perform a tracheotomy. However, without any medical equipment around, it is impossible to do these two things.
Seeing Miss Yang's deep expression, Mrs. Dong's whole body was penetrated by despair. Even if she was rescued, her illness would not get better and she would still die. Thinking about it, she knew that it was impossible to always use the Yang family's method of reviving the dead.
Yang Mo frowned and looked at the emaciated figure on the bed who was tortured by the disease, and the expectant eyes in the room. What should I do? Without a nasogastric feeding tube, it is impossible to revive the person anyway. Even if there is medicine, it must be able to feed it.
Where were things like plastic and latex in ancient times? How to make a nasogastric feeding tube? Even if she took it out and used it, would she be regarded as a witch doctor? Moreover, given the current situation of Shiziye, it is not necessarily possible to just use nasogastric feeding in modern times.
Can be saved.
Could it be that without modern medical equipment and Western medicine, she really couldn't save people? In order to abide by the ancient rules, she had to stand by and watch.
Yang Mo just thought of this when Chang Yiwan's voice came from outside, "Is my sister over here? Mother asked me to take a look."
Chang Yiwan would always stir things up at the right time. Maybe it was Mrs. Chang who gave her instructions. She still had no chance of survival in the end by being a decent person. She might as well obey her own wishes and give it a try. After being a doctor for so many years,
There is no way to watch a patient waiting to die like this.
Yang Mo looked at Mrs. Dong.
Mrs. Dong wiped her tears first, stood up with support, and told the mother in charge, "Go out and stop me. Just say I'm not feeling well. Miss Yang is helping me look at both sides. We will go to the flower hall together in a while."
The mother in charge responded, quickly got up, straightened her clothes and walked out.
Mrs. Dong showed a strong smile and gently adjusted Yang Mo's temples, "If you stay here for a long time, someone may be suspicious. You should go to the flower hall. Life or death depends on your fate..." She could tell that this little
The girl had no choice but was embarrassed to tell her bluntly that she could not embarrass the child.
Mrs. Dong is truly compassionate, very different from Mrs. Chang who is always good at dancing.
Yang Mo looked at the calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall of the inner room that said "Integrity is upright, uprightness is straight", and a sword hung below. The conversation between Shi Yining and that person yesterday came back to her ears again. The Dong family is Zhongliang.
After that, she refused to join forces with Feng Dang... Mrs. Dong was the one who was facing great changes, but she could still stand by and comfort her. As for who to trust at the critical moment, the Dong family was already the best choice.
Mrs. Dong said: "That was given by Prince Kang to my Duke, who in turn passed it on to our third child."
Abandoning those worries, Yang Mo calmed down and thought carefully about what might be used to replace the artificial hose. Sheep intestines, yes, sheep intestines are very thin. If it is supported by something, it may not be used as a hose.
Yang Mo raised her eyes and looked at Mrs. Dong, "Madam, can you get the thinnest sheep intestine? If it can be propped up with wheat straw and dried to shape it, I will have a solution."
Yang Mo heard a surprised gasp.
Mrs. Dong was frozen there. When did the Yang family's medical skills become so weird? Just now they had to squeeze the chest and blow air, and now they needed dried sheep intestines. What does this have to do with Brother Zhao's illness? Could it be that sheep intestines can be used to administer medicine?
Yang Mo knew that this was not easy for people to accept, but there was no time. The prince could not survive today, "If Madam has made up her mind to try, please arrange it quickly. If you find it unbelievable, I have no other way.
"If the condition worsens, oral rehydration will be useless, and intravenous dripping is even more impossible here.
Mrs. Dong had witnessed the strange thing happening with her own eyes. Since she had already tried it once, why not try it a second time, "I will ask someone to make arrangements and have the things delivered as soon as possible."
Yang Mojiazou was afraid that the sheep intestines were not strong enough and would melt when exposed to gastric juices. "I need to prepare a few more stems, which may not be useful in the future. I also need to boil the Andrographis paniculata, soak the sheep intestines in water and then dry them."
Andrographis paniculata liquid can be used for disinfection, which is the simplest disinfection method she can think of at present.
Yang Mo looked at the hourglass next to her. She was afraid that she wouldn't have enough time. She couldn't stay here forever. Fortunately, there was no shortage of manpower in ancient times. Now she wanted to calm down and check the prince to see what kind of disease he had.
Yang Mo walked to the bed. If there was any intracranial injury, it would have left traces. She stretched out her hand to spread her cheek. Her chin with green beard looked very determined, with a bit of majesty of a military general. No wonder her mother in charge didn't dare to do so just now.
Blow.
There are no obvious injuries on the head, and there are no symptoms of skull base fracture, so why is he unconscious.
"Where was the prince injured on the battlefield?" Yang Mo raised her head and followed Mrs. Dong's gaze to look at the prince's lower body.
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