Miss Twelve nodded obediently and asked the maid to change her clothes. While there was no one else in the room, Miss Twelve looked at Yang Mo and said, "If Miss Yang knew what my illness was, could she be able to save my brother?"
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Under Miss Twelve's expectant gaze, Yang Mo nodded, "I will try to save you two siblings. Brother Cheng is younger and not as sensible as you and is less sick than you, so I need to treat you first."
Miss Twelve nodded. No one, whether it was her parents or the servants in the family, dared to look at her in the past two days, for fear that she would see something, like pity or reluctance, making her feel like she was already dying.
Same.
In such a sad atmosphere, everyone was crying for her, but they would not cry in front of her, so she seemed very calm, but just now she was thinking about which clothes to wear when she died. They all said that people will wear the clothes they wore before they died.
When she went to Huangquan, she wanted to dress up because it was a strange place. Her mother said that in the past, she had to be decent and beautiful in a strange place. When her grandmother passed away, she was still curious about where people would go after they died. She had not found the answer yet, so she wanted to dress up nicely.
Walked away in such a hurry.
She thought that one day she would be able to find the answer, that one day she would be as wise and knowledgeable as her grandmother, calm, calm and admirable no matter what she faced. It turned out that those were just on the surface. Who knew what would happen behind the calmness?
There would be no fear. When she was scared as a child, she would shrink into her mother's arms. It turned out that she was not afraid at that time. Real fear would only make her shut up and not want to talk to anyone.
Because she was afraid, she kept thinking and making excuses for herself. What if she was afraid, what if she wanted to cry, what if all she saw were strangers, and those people wouldn't talk to her.
She will definitely feel cold, she will definitely feel uncomfortable, but she can only laugh now. She never hopes that time will pass shorter. She keeps looking at the hourglass, and her heart will ache every time she looks at it.
Full of cold sweat, she wanted to go back to her childhood so that she wouldn't feel that time was so short.
Yang Mo looked at the quiet Miss Twelve. She understood this fear. Yang Mo took Miss Twelve's hand and said, "Your disease is incurable."
Everyone was saying words of comfort to her. Now when Miss Yang said this, Miss Twelve raised her eyes and listened carefully.
"But fortunately, the best doctor in the Zhou Dynasty is treating you. This is actually good news, because she will definitely try her best to cure you." Yang Mo smiled and looked at Miss Twelve. In modern times, doctors cannot guarantee their patients.
In everything, in order to avoid lawsuits between doctors and patients, everyone is cautious and just has to do their own thing. Back in ancient times, without good medical equipment, those cold and hard rules and regulations disappeared. She was more willing to ask for help.
The patient promises that, especially at this time, she is willing to make such a promise in exchange for even a little bit of peace of mind.
Miss Twelve nodded with tears in her eyes. Yang Mo leaned forward and let Miss Twelve lean on her shoulder, and then she heard a choking sound.
Yang Mo said softly: "We cry when we are afraid. We cry because we know that the terrible things will pass, and they will definitely pass."
"I want to see Brother Cheng." Miss Twelve said after a while.
Yang Mo looked at the servant next to him. The servant hurriedly made arrangements and soon brought the shoulder carriage over.
Mrs. Zhou Qi accompanied Miss Twelve and Yang Mo to Brother Cheng's room.
Brother Cheng is sleeping.
Miss Twelve looked at the carriage for a long time before nodding to Mrs. Zhou Qi.
Mrs. Zhou Qi felt reluctant but still stepped forward, "The carriage is ready, let's go to Baohe Hall now!"
"Is mother going?" Miss Twelve couldn't help but ask. She wanted to leave by herself, but before leaving, she couldn't let go of her mother. She was always weak in front of her mother.
Mrs. Zhou Qi looked at Yang Mo questioningly.
Yang Mo said: "Madam, please go with us. We will wait outside in a while."
Mrs. Zhou Qi rarely showed a happy smile on her face.
Mrs. Zhou Qi went to change clothes, and Yang Mo sent Miss Twelve into the carriage first.
Miss Twelve suddenly took Yang Mo's hand and asked, "Miss Yang, is it difficult to save someone's life?"
What a smart child. He knew to ask this question in a way that would not make her feel uncomfortable but also make it easier for her to answer. With such understanding, Yang Mo really didn’t know what Mrs. Zhou Qi would do without such a child. “It’s difficult, it’s nothing.”
Things are easy, but when many people work together it becomes a little easier.”
Miss Twelve smiled slightly, lowered her head for a while and then raised it, "Can I tell Miss Yang what I dare not tell my mother?"
Yang Mo nodded and said in a soft voice, "If you have anything to say, just tell me and I will listen carefully."
Miss Twelve said: "Just now I saw Brother Cheng sleeping peacefully, and I felt... much more at ease. I was thinking that if I don't come back, Brother Cheng will definitely ask me what's wrong. Then let my mother and
He said that I fell asleep and slept soundly, and even though he would never see me again, he would feel at ease."
Miss Twelve is worried about her younger brother, but she is also afraid that his younger brother will miss her.
Such soft brotherhood.
No matter where you go, you have to miss me.
"So this is what happened," Yang Mo and Miss Twelve looked at each other, "I will tell Madam Seven, but I hope you can tell Brother Cheng in person."
Miss Twelve lowered her head and said, "I... will try my best to tell him."
"That's right." Yang Mo handed the hand stove to Miss Twelve, turned around and got into the car behind.
The street seemed to be exceptionally quiet, and so was the Baohe Hall.
Miss Twelve and Mrs. Zhou Qi got out of the car, and the doctor from Baohe Hall hurriedly came forward to lead them in.
Everyone in Baohe Hall was wearing strange robes. Miss Twelve had never seen so many strange faces. These people were all saying something to Miss Yang.
At this time, Miss Twelve began to understand what Miss Yang said, saving people's lives is not easy, but it will be a little easier if many people work together.
There were really many people working together to treat her illness.
Seeing these people busy attentively, Miss Twelve suddenly felt relieved. Maybe everything was not as scary as she thought.
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Yang Mo looked at Ji Zi Zhuan and Wei Mao, "Have all the tools that will be used been sent in?"
Wei Mao said: "Everything is ready, and the blood that was just collected has been sent in."
Yang Mo nodded, "Everyone put on the last layer of robes and come in with me. Don't talk nonsense in the operating room. Everything except this patient must be placed outside the operating room."
Everyone nodded.
Yang Mo looked at Ji Zizhuan, and the two of them walked into the operating room together.
Miss Twelve was lying on the bed. Yang Mo turned to tell Wei Mao to bring the ether. Miss Twelve suddenly sat up and said, "Miss, I want to go out to see my mother. I have nothing to say."
Everything was ready, the glazed lamps above her head were lit, and Miss Twelve was so scared that she could not lie down on the bed peacefully.
Yang Mo leaned forward and looked at Miss Twelve, "Don't worry, you'll be fine in a while, just like you fell asleep."
Miss Twelve clenched her fists tightly.
Yang Mo looked at Zhu Shan next to her. Zhu Shan immediately took the premade mask and covered Miss Twelve's nose and mouth, and then dropped ether on it.
Everyone waited quietly with almost bated breath.
"Okay." Zhu Shan looked at Miss Twelve who had fainted.
Yang Mo nodded to Ji Zizhuan, and then ordered neatly, "Disinfect, spread towels, everyone is in your place." Yang Mo picked up the scalpel and cut off Miss Twelve's abdomen.
Blood quickly emerged from the direction of the knife tip.
Ji Zizhuan glanced at the patient on the bed in surprise, showing no reaction at all to the knife.
The medicine Miss Yang used was really strange. The patient's chest was rising and breathing normally, but he had no consciousness at all. This was to open a living person's body. Why was it so easy for Miss Yang to do it?
"Compress to stop the bleeding, Wei Mao needs to observe the saline and the patient's condition." Yang Mo ordered while taking the hemostatic forceps handed over by Mei Xiang.
Everyone in the room calmed down to listen to Yang Mo's words, and no one dared to say a word.
This is taking something from a living person's body. This is what is written in the book about cutting open the abdomen and removing the heart. Xiao Quan stared at Yang Mo's hand, and used the clamp to open the wound, and Miss Yang put her hand in.
Reach into the belly of a living person.
According to legend, only the devils from the Palace of Hell can do this.
Reach out and hold a person's living internal organs.
The blood all over Xiao's body rushed into his chest, his hair stood on end, and his legs kept shaking. He wondered whether he was afraid, but he couldn't help but think about it.
So scary, really scary.
This is not something human beings can do, this is not, is he in a dream...
Yang Mo raised her head and glanced at Xiao Quan, frowned involuntarily, and immediately ordered Shen Weiyan, "Quick, cover Xiao Quan's mouth and drag him out."
Shen Weiyan didn't understand, so Yang Mo raised her voice, "Pull Xiao Quan out."
Shen Weiyan woke up like a dream, grabbed Xiao Quan's hand and took him out of the house.
After coming out of the inner courtyard and arriving at the outer hall, Xiao Quan had no time to pull off the cloth on his face and threw it on the ground. Xiao Quan wanted to speak, but he felt the smell of blood filling his nose. Thinking of the clusters of blood
Bu immediately fell to the ground and vomited.
"Wei Mao, check if there are any changes in the patient's breathing and pulse."
Wei Mao stared blankly at the blood in front of his eyes. He came back to his senses when he heard Yang Mo's voice, and immediately felt the pulse of Miss Twelve and listened to her breathing.
"It's all...normal."
Yang Mo nodded, "You must always pay attention and not relax in the slightest."
Wei Mao responded immediately.
"Mr. Ji, patients will have symptoms if they squeeze their abdomen. We need to carefully examine the patient's abdomen."
Ji Zizhuan nodded, and just as he was about to reach out to take a look, the intestines in Miss Twelve's stomach seemed to move. Only then did he truly realize what it would be like to open a living person's stomach.
The internal organs in the stomach were warm and squirming, as if they would bite someone's hand.
Yang Mo looked at the people around him in a daze, "Look at the patient's face, she is just an eleven-year-old girl. We are going to revive this little girl today. No matter who can't control their emotions, they will die."
Go out like Xiao Quan."
Ji Zi Zhuan's forehead was covered with sweat. Yang Mo, who was busy with his head down, was still calm, holding the surgical forceps and looking through it bit by bit.
The stomach was full of blood, and there was bright red everywhere, and it was impossible to tell where the disease Miss Yang mentioned was.
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