Yang Mo couldn't feel nervous. The moment she held her heart, she no longer felt nervous. Instead, all the medical terms skipped in front of her eyes, guiding her to better complete first aid.
You will be afraid before everything starts. When everything is in your hands and you can only move forward, you will not remember that there is still fear.
At this moment, Yang Mo was thinking about all the frostbite cases she encountered. She may not have rescued them personally, but she listened carefully to the reports and studied the cases. In modern times, there was a patient who froze in the snow and ice for two hours.
After entering the emergency room and having a chest opening, I found that my heart had been frozen and turned purple. I revived after a heart massage inside my chest.
She couldn't see Mr. Yan Ge's heart clearly, but if she could feel it with her hands, it must look like that.
"How long has it been? How long has it been since I changed my clothes?" Yang Mo turned around and asked.
Everyone in the room stared at her, as if they had forgotten other things.
"Half an hour." Mei Xiang quickly glanced at the hourglass.
It's been half an hour.
Yang Mo tried to slowly let go of her hand.
Hurry up, hurry up, be sure to jump. Every time you are in a situation like this, you seem to be facing not just a heart, but a person.
She wanted it to beat slowly.
Human life is very fragile, but sometimes it is very strong. Every doctor hopes that his patient's life will be stronger than anyone else's.
These few seconds are longer than a day.
It was so long that she couldn't breathe.
She admired Mr. Yan Ge because the presence of such a person gave others infinite courage. It was because of Mr. Yan's courage that she did not hesitate to rescue him.
Yang Mo waited quietly.
The palm of her hand suddenly felt a slight tremor, which came from a heart, as if a thin electric current ran along her fingers to her body. The heart has such power.
It seems weak, but it is surprising.
Only a doctor can feel this way and make the heart beat in the palm of his hand.
It's not magic, it's not magic, it's just understanding life.
A smile appeared on Yang Mo's lips, "There is a heartbeat." Although it was very slow, it was sinus bradycardia. For frozen patients, it was a sign of body rewarming.
"I need a lot of saline flushing, a drainage tube, and the wound needs to be sutured quickly to avoid wound infection." Yang Mo gave the order in one breath.
Wei Mao and the others did not move.
Has the heartbeat really returned?
Will this make your heart beat again?
"Miss," Ding Er trembled, "really...really jumped?"
Yang Mo nodded affirmatively. You have to listen and check when performing chest compressions, but you do not need to perform heart compressions inside the chest. You only need to feel with your hands to feel the powerful contraction of the heart.
It is not a simple beating, but a strong contraction. Whenever it starts to beat, it is exerting all its strength. It will fill the whole body with blood and make people's blood boil. The heart is the most courageous organ. It is brave and powerful and unstoppable.
Therefore, there is no fear in the heart, and people are cowardly.
Everyone's heart is the same, it supports the body all the time, so whether you are sad or happy, proud or frustrated, if you think that your heart is beating as always, you should cherish it and never give up.
Even if it's for your heart, you have to fight hard. Yan Ge is like this, and so is she. They are all trying their best to do what they should do.
…
After the wound was sutured, Yang Mo looked at Ding Er, "We need to check Mr. Yan Ge's heartbeat carefully. We need to check to see if there are any external injuries elsewhere."
Ding Er nodded blankly. He walked to Mr. Yan Ge and slowly lowered his head after a long while.
A person's heartbeat sounds like "bang bang bang".
Ding Er was startled when he heard this voice and immediately raised his head and looked at Yang Mo in surprise. This person had done such a thing, why could she be so calm, as if nothing had happened.
How could this be?
Why does a person do something that no one can do, but still be as natural and kind as ordinary people? She should be far away in the clouds, making people kneel down. Ding Er felt that there was a heat rolling in his heart, making him feel unprecedented
fanaticism.
"If there are no other injuries, the patient should wake up soon." Yang Mo used a lamp to examine Yan Gelao's eyes. The pupils could change with the light, proving that there were no major problems in the skull.
Now we just wait quietly for the patient to wake up naturally.
"We need to prescribe a prescription to clear away heat and detoxify."
Ding Er nodded, "I'll have someone make the medicine right away."
"The wound dressing needs to be changed, and attention should be paid to drainage tubes and bleeding."
Wei Mao and others listened carefully.
What she is most worried about now is infection. If intracardiac infection occurs, it is irreversible. The most regrettable thing in this time and space is that there are no antibiotics. She hopes that Zhu Shan can make more new drugs so that medical science can be promoted faster.
Development can help more patients and save Zhou Chengling in the future.
When Yang Mo came out of the consulting room, Mrs. Yan immediately came to greet her, "Miss, how are you?"
Yang Mo nodded, "Madam, please change your clothes and go in to wait. Mr. Ge can't say when he will wake up."
Mrs. Yan knew that now she was thanking Miss Yang instead, but her expression of gratitude could not overshadow her joy, "Miss, you are the benefactor of our Yan family."
Mrs. Yan was about to kneel down, but Yang Mo hurriedly helped her up, "Madam, don't thank me, I just did what I should do." She was just trying her best to fulfill her promise to the patient.
…
Mr. Yan Ge first felt pain all over his body, and then he woke up immediately. The surroundings were quiet. He smelled the strong fragrance of medicine, and then saw white cloth towels and curtains.
"Master, master, can you hear me? Miss, our master has woken up."
Mr. Yan Ge looked over following the voice, and saw a vague but familiar face in front of him. His wife, he was not dead, and neither was his wife.
"Can Mr. Yan Ge hear me?" A lamp moved over and a teenage girl asked in a clear voice.
Mr. Yan Ge felt that the voice sounded familiar but could not remember it for a moment.
"Mr. Yan Ge, can you just say a few words?"
Mr. Yan Ge nodded and tried to open his mouth, "Where am I?"
"Baohetang," Yang Mo said, "In Baohetang, Mrs. Yan, Mrs. Yan, and the second master are all in Baohetang. It is already dawn, and the garrison outside Beijing has entered the city and is arresting the rebels everywhere.
"
Yang Mo explained the current situation succinctly. Zhou Chengling asked people from the clan camp to pretend to be garrison troops to disperse the rebels and rescue these civil servants. Two hours later, the real garrison troops entered the city effortlessly.
Only then did Mr. Yan Ge remember that it was Miss Yang, Baohetang, Miss Yang, and the woman Zhou Chengling asked to marry. No wonder he is still alive now.
Old Yan Ge opened his eyes a little more, "Thank you, Miss." After saying that, he wanted to get up, but he didn't have any strength in his body, so he looked at Mrs. Yan closely.
It was Mrs. Yan who knew what Mr. Yan Ge meant, and when she looked around and saw that there was no one else around, she whispered: "It was Mr. Shi who saved us."
Only Zhou Chengling can control the overall situation now. When Yan Gelao heard this, his whole body relaxed.
Wei Mao and Xiao Quan were asked to take care of Mr. Yan Ge, while Zhang Ge and Qin Chong took care of other patients. Yang Mo took Mei Xiang to the inner house to rest. After relaxing like this, she felt very tired.
The mother-in-law fetched water, Yang Mo cleaned her hands, changed out of her robe, and went into the house to see Zhou Chengling.
Zhou Chengling leaned on the pillow.
Yang Mo said: "The rebels have been arrested, should you go out too?"
Zhou Chengling shook his head, "I still... rest in peace and recuperate... those things have nothing to do with me," he said, looking at Yang Mo carefully, "Put on your cloak and let Jiang Ping send you home!"
Yang Mo rolled up her sleeves and said, "Let me check it for you."
Zhou Chengling refused to agree and shouted, "Jiang Ping."
Jiang Ping's response came immediately from outside, then the curtains opened and Jiang Ping walked in.
Zhou Chengling said: "Go outside and see if we can send Miss Yang home."
Jiang Ping immediately said: "We are cleaning up the rebels. It will be safer to wait for a while."
Yang Mo glanced at Zhou Chengling proudly.
Zhou Chengling had no choice but to give up and let Jiang Ping go out first, and then moved inside. Yang Mo stood next to Zhou Chengling and put her hands around his cheeks to press his head.
Her bones were already slender, so when she stood some distance away from Zhou Chengling, she stretched out her hands as much as possible and almost leaned against Zhou Chengling. Unexpectedly, she felt a little weak after standing all night, and accidentally tilted her body. She hurriedly raised her body and tied her elbows.
It pressed firmly against Zhou Chengling's chest, and his chin also touched his earlobe.
She was really tired. How much strength can a woman have? It's strange that her legs are not weak even if she keeps treating people like this. He lowered his head and saw her picturesque features under the candlelight, and couldn't help but turn his head to the side.
Yang Mo was a little ashamed, but this sudden collision made Zhou Chengling look a little embarrassed.
Seeing Zhou Chengling's expression change, Yang Mo stood up hurriedly, "Where did I hit you?"
Zhou Chengling's eyes were slightly unnatural, "You don't know how to weigh yet."
"What's wrong with that?"
Zhou Chengling turned back and looked at her steadily. There seemed to be a small fire blazing in his eyes, exuding heat, which made her feel confused. "Yang Molan," he suddenly spoke, and his eyesightened, as if
A lake, quiet and deep, "I missed you."
Yang Mo was carefully comprehending the meaning of these words.
Zhou Chengling suddenly stretched out his hand to hold her face, and pressed his cold lips on her eyebrows. He exuded the fragrance of wood leaves. His hand didn't use much strength, but it made her feel breathless.
That's because her heart was beating involuntarily.
After a long while, Zhou Chengling moved his lips. Yang Mo opened her eyes and saw his burning gaze, "My disease must be cured by surgery?"
Yang Mo nodded, "Yes."
Zhou Chengling is a person who has great confidence in himself, but now his eyes are a little distressing, showing a little confusion, "But I have to ask to marry you. If I die without asking to marry you, I will regret it for the rest of my life. If I
I regret not asking to marry you even though I'm still alive."