"Cloth towel." Yang Mo stretched out her hand to ask for it, and Mei Xiang immediately handed it over.
The cloth was placed on the wound and it immediately became stained red.
Everyone was dripping with sweat.
The organs in the abdomen seemed to be intact, but they had to be rummaged through layer by layer. She advocated using laparotomy. She could not let the patient suffer in vain. She not only had to be calm but also move quickly.
"I can't see any symptoms," Ji Zi Zhuanzi checked it carefully, "What should I do next?" There is only so much that can be seen, what else can be done?
Yang Mo said: "We need to pull away the internal organs that are blocking the top and check what's underneath."
The internal organs in the human body can move at will? Wei Mao looked at it and remembered the scene when he and his master examined the dead body. The dead body is different from the living person. It will not bleed when cut open, and the dead person will not feel no matter what is done. Now it is
Living people, moving around in the belly of a living person.
Wei Mao felt as if his internal organs were being pulled. Those clamps and pliers seemed to be inside his body, stirring them around coldly. It was indescribably uncomfortable, and Wei Mao's stomach suddenly hurt.
Yang Mo pulled his liver and gallbladder outwards, and Ji Zizhuan stretched out his hand to help, only to find that his hands were shaking badly. He would be so panicked after practicing medicine for so many years, let alone Miss Yang.
Miss Yang was much calmer than him, as if she had seen such a scene before. Could this be something she was born with?
The tools he made were not very easy to use, and they had to pull the internal organs away. Zhang Ge was too nervous and the hemostatic forceps kept shaking. Yang Mo had to take over and told Zhang Ge, "Move your fingers, and then come to help. Don't think about anything."
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Zhang Ge kept clasping his fingers and nodded like Yang Mo.
Yang Mo said: "This is just the beginning. We have more problems to deal with later." We have only looked at the internal organs now, but we haven't found the lesion yet. Once we find it, we have to remove it. How could modern medical technology be as simple as shocking in ancient times?
It is extremely difficult to restore an operation with good medical equipment and instruments.
Zhang Ge took a deep breath and took over the hemostatic forceps in Yang Mo's hand again. This time his hands did not shake.
Yang Mo said: "That's it, you have to keep this posture and not move." Among the apprentices, Zhang Ge is the least talkative, but he didn't expect that he would be more stable than everyone else when facing such a surgical operation.
She still has to look for the location of the lesion, and she must find it.
The upper internal organs are pulled apart, and the renal fascia is cut to expose the kidneys and adrenal glands inside.
Yang Mo was suddenly delighted to see the abnormal adrenal gland.
Patients will be panicked and sad when they get sick, but doctors will be happy to find the location of the disease.
"Here." Yang Mo pointed to the adrenal gland, "Normally the adrenal gland is red, but now there are brown lumps on it."
Without medical equipment, she could only use dangerous abdominal exploration. Fortunately, she found the affected area, because the symptoms of Miss Twelve and Brother Cheng were too obvious, otherwise she would not have dared to do so.
"Then what should we do?" Ji Zizhuan was completely out of ideas. Such a crazy approach was beyond his wildest dreams. He could stand here and calmly help, which was his best effort.
Yang Mo said: "The tumor and part of the internal organs need to be removed."
Although Ji Zizhuan had thought about the possibility of removing the internal organs, he couldn't help but wonder, "Without the internal organs, can a person... still live?"
Yang Mo nodded with certainty, "There are no similar lumps around. We are optimistic that it will not grow back after cutting it off. Miss Twelve is still young, so we cannot completely cut off the internal organs. We must keep a part of it as much as possible." Cut it off.
Part of the adrenal gland, Miss Twelve said, would have some impact on future growth and development, but it would be better than losing her life.
Ji Zizhuan looked at Yang Mo in surprise. Miss Yang answered him without even thinking. How could she be so sure that a person who had cut off part of his internal organs would still be alive?
After finding the lesion, it was time to remove it. Yang Mo stretched out her hand to hold the needle forceps. First, she had to ligate the adrenal vein.
Yang Mo held the needle-holding pliers and realized that everything was not as simple as she thought. "It can't be penetrated because the internal organs are not completely retracted and there is no place for me to insert the needle."
If it cannot be passed through, it means that the operation cannot be completed. Even a vein cannot be ligated, so how can the tumor be removed? This is the reason why Yang Mo does not choose surgery. There are too many uncertainties in surgery. The moment before the operation is completed,
No one knows what will happen.
Yang Mo looked at Ji Zi Zhuan.
Ji Zizhuan could only shake his head. He couldn't even do something that Miss Yang couldn't do, but he began to take the needle-holding pliers from Yang Mo and try it.
No, it just happened to be stuck there. I couldn't reach out my hand and couldn't ligate the blood vessel as I practiced before. The blood vessel that Miss Yang wanted to ligate was not clear.
Yang Mo tried twice more, and the sweat on her head became more and more.
Ji Zizhuan looked at Miss Yang, whose eyes were red and her complexion was pale, and couldn't help but comfort her, "Miss, we have tried our best, using methods that have never been used by others, using so many people...
Times are like this and there is no way to cure all patients."
Do we have to give up like this? Because she is not proficient in surgery and can't think of a better way to perform this operation, she can only watch the tumor unable to be removed.
She promised Miss Twelve that she would cure her, but she could not do anything except cut a big wound on Miss Twelve.
Yang Mo tried it for the fourth time, only to find that her fingers were shaking uncontrollably. Yang Mo felt that the needle-holding pliers in her hands weighed a thousand pounds, and her arms felt like needle pricks. She raised her head from time to time to look at the lying body.
Miss Twelve.
At such a young age, she is still a child, but she can find the courage to lie here. She wants to cure her and see her smiling face when she wakes up.
She had thought about trying everything she could, but now she was helpless.
But she knows the method. She is the only person in the entire Zhou Dynasty and even in this time and space who knows the method of treatment.
She shouldn't be standing there helpless like this. She should think of a way to cure Miss Twelve.
She had seen Miss Twelve's small coffin. She took Miss Twelve out of the coffin, not to let Miss Twelve endure the pain of having an abdominal dissection before lying back down.
Perhaps she had cured many patients with modern medical techniques, but now faced with such a situation, she herself could not accept it.
Why, she couldn't be allowed to cure Miss Twelve, just this step away.
Just this step.
Mei Xiangpa wiped the sweat from Yang Mo's head. This was the most nervous time she had ever seen the eldest lady. Although the eldest lady never showed it, her whole body was tense and she was even breathing carefully. It would definitely not work like this.
Mei Xiang suddenly felt a little scared. She was afraid that the eldest lady would fall down anytime and anywhere.
No one in the room has ever seen such a scene, and Mr. Ji next to him is no longer able to help the eldest lady as he used to. Everyone is staring at the young lady.
This atmosphere is too depressing. Everyone is here to help, but it's like a heavy burden is placed on the young lady's shoulders. Someone needs to help share the burden.
But, who will come? Who else can become the eldest lady's right-hand man? Mei Xiang was very anxious. She watched Yang Mo lower his head, and the sweat on Yang Mo's clothes was wet.
Everyone looked at each other, what should we do?
"Miss," Ji Zi Zhuan whispered, "Miss, what should we do?"
Yang Mo's mind was filled with surgical textbooks. The dense words seemed to be right in front of her eyes, making her read from beginning to end, trying to find her own mistakes. She could not hear all the sounds outside.
I do not know how long it has been.
"Miss Yang, Miss Yang." A familiar voice sounded. Yang Mo raised her head numbly and saw a pair of clear eyes. Why did she feel strangely familiar every time she suddenly saw these eyes?
It felt like it was reminding her that there was something very important that she had forgotten, but she couldn't see clearly through the veil.
Yang Mo was stunned for a moment, and Zhou Chengling's face gradually became clear in front of her.
Mei Xiang looked at Yang Mo expectantly, hoping that she was right to invite the young master of the Zhou family. Every time the eldest lady and the young master Zhou were together, she was so relaxed. Maybe the eldest lady could listen to what the young master Zhou said.
In front of so many people, Zhou Chengling politely called her "Miss Yang."
Yang Mo nodded.
"Drink some water and take a rest." Zhou Chengling looked at Mei Xiang, who immediately brought the water over.
"Wei Mao said that the breathing and pulse of the twelve girls are very good. If this disease is not cured, there will inevitably be unexpected things. Don't be anxious and take your time." Zhou Chengling is very good at controlling his emotions, and his eyes are calm, which only makes people feel
Very clear.
Yang Mo looked at it like this and became quiet herself.
Zhou Chengling looked at Ji Zizhuan, and Ji Zizhuan said: "Otherwise, we can think of other ways."
It's not that good to think about. Opening from the abdomen is already the simplest and most commonly used method. She has already moved all the internal organs that need to be moved. She doesn't know how to...
Moving internal organs, yes, how could she forget this.
How could she forget to lift up the vena cava that blocks the adrenal gland so that she can see all the blood vessels?
She forgot that blood vessels can also move.
Yang Mo looked at Zhou Chengling happily, "I have thought of a way. I just need to move the blocked blood vessel and it can be tied."
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Mrs. Zhou Qi outside the door stared at the door, hoping that someone would come out and tell her the good news.
Her eyes were sore but she didn't dare to look away. She was afraid that she would miss something in the blink of an eye. The sweat on her palms had already made her dress wet.
Still no news for so long.
Mrs. Zhou Qi didn't expect it would take so long.
It was almost dark, and all the lamps were lit up and down in the Baohe Hall. She stayed under the lamps and waited for her child. How many times did she silently chant, "Child, come to your mother's arms quickly! What if your mother is protecting you?"
She wasn't afraid, but God didn't give her a chance to protect her child.
This time, she personally sent the child to Baohe Hall. She was not only worried about the child's life, but also everything about her as a mother.