In preparation for disinfection in the operating room, Yang Mo carefully inspected the instruments that were about to be brought into the operating room.
"Master," Wei Mao came in and said, "Mrs. Dong is here."
Mrs. Dong must be worried about Dong Zhao. At this time, she has to go out and have a word with Mrs. Dong to reassure Mrs. Dong.
Yang Mo put down the things in her hands and took off her robe to go out.
Mrs. Dong's face was pale and her lips were trembling. When she saw Yang Mo, she hurriedly trembled: "Grandma Ten, how is Zhao'er? Is the injury serious?"
Yang Mo looked at Mrs. Dong and said softly: "The prince's current condition requires immediate surgery. If not, it will be very dangerous."
Mrs. Dong nodded hurriedly, "Operation... operation... Please ask Grandma Shi to perform the operation on Zhao'er." As she spoke, tears flowed down unconsciously, but she suppressed her choking voice and looked at Yang Mo blankly, for fear of
Missing every word Yang Mo said, for her, what Yang Mo said was a life-saving straw. As long as she caught it, Zhao'er would be safe and sound. "Will it be fine after the operation?"
Yang Mo didn't want to put too much pressure on Mrs. Dong, "The operation is the first step, and there will be treatment later. What we have to do now is to carry out the operation smoothly. Madam needs to sign some documents."
Mrs. Dong said repeatedly: "Okay, okay, I'll sign it right away. Come on, bring me a pen." Then she looked at Yang Mo, "Grandma Shi, go rescue Zhao'er. I...I'm here and I'll sign the document right away."
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Yang Mo helped Mrs. Dong sit down, "Madam, don't worry, everything is being prepared inside. I will go in for surgery soon. If there is any news, I will let someone out at any time."
Mrs. Dong watched the doctor from Baohetang bring the prepared instruments in, and cold sweat suddenly broke out from her body. She had to use so many things. The last time Grandma Shi treated Zhaoer at home, she only used a tube.
Now she had to use these knives to cut, Mrs. Dong felt a sudden buzzing in her ears, and then she watched Yang Mo's mouth open and close but heard nothing.
Mrs. Dong kept shaking her head, "Miss...Grandma Ten...is this dangerous?"
Yang Mo tightened Mrs. Dong's hand, "Every operation is risky, but if we don't do surgery, there is no hope. I don't know if the prince can wake up. Only by doing surgery will the wound have a chance to heal. We are
You have to cut out the bad areas so that your body can get better."
Mrs. Dong nodded after a long while.
As they were talking, Mrs. Fan's voice came from outside, "Where is Grandma Shi?"
Yang Mo raised her head and saw Mrs. Fan helping Old Mrs. Fan through the door. Mrs. Fan's eyes were red, but Mrs. Fan's eyes were clear and she looked very calm.
Immediately behind him were several ladies from the Tong family, the Zhu family, the Fu family, and the Hu family.
Yang Mo stepped forward and said, "Old lady, I'm here."
Mrs. Fan looked at Yang Mo with a happy smile on her face, "It'll be good to be back," she said, looking into the room, "How is our old general?"
Yang Mo nodded, "Old General Fan injured his arm. We have stopped the bleeding and are now preparing to ask Mr. Ji Zizhuan to sew the wound of Old General Fan."
Although Old General Fan's injuries were minor, he was old, not as healthy as Dong Zhao and had lost too much blood, so it was still very dangerous.
Mrs. Fan nodded, "That's good, we'll wait for news here."
Yang Mo nodded, and Wei Mao came up and said, "Everything is ready, just wait for Master."
Mrs. Fan immediately let go of Yang Mo's hand, "Go quickly, go quickly, don't worry about us." Mrs. Fan wanted to ask a few more questions, but she was immediately grabbed by Mrs. Fan before she could speak.
Yang Mo nodded to the people around her.
Everyone's eyes fell on her, especially Mrs. Fan. Even though she was anxious, she didn't ask her too many questions for fear of making her nervous.
General Fan was injured like this, but the Fan family still cared about her emotions.
Yang Mo felt her eyes burning.
"Wei Mao," Yang Mo ordered softly, "If there is any news from General Fan, you have to come out and tell Mrs. Fan."
Wei Mao should come down.
Mrs. Fan was relieved when she heard this.
Mrs. Dong felt like she was in an ice cellar, her whole body was trembling non-stop, she was gritting her teeth, and her hand immediately felt a warmth. Mrs. Fan stepped forward to hold Mrs. Dong's hand, and looked at Mrs. Fan, "Hurry up and take my hand."
Put the cloak on Mrs. Dong." He said with kind eyes on Mrs. Dong, "You kid, why are you so cold? Don't worry, don't worry, you see so many people are waiting for good news, everything will be fine.
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"Yes," Madam Hu stepped forward and said, "Madam, don't worry, Grandma Shi was cured by Grandma Shi last time she was ill. Since Grandma Shi said it can be operated on, she will definitely be cured. My master came back last time
He was injured, and even the imperial doctor said he couldn't stand up. Our family couldn't help but cry. Who knew that our master's injury would not only be healed, but he would also be able to fight again."
Mrs. Dong raised her head and looked at Mrs. Hu, as if she had received some comfort, and nodded under everyone's gaze.
Zhao'er, you must wake up.
It must get better.
Mother is waiting for you here.
Thinking of Dong Ji's ruthlessness, Mrs. Dong shed tears again. Don't be sad, don't be sad for people who don't care about you, because no matter what you do, you can't make those people moved.
You have made your mother proud.
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Yang Mo used a scalpel to enlarge Dong Zhao's wound. Zhang Ge looked down and gasped.
The wound has been infected, and now it is clear that the left colon is necrotic. The left colon needs to be removed and an intestinal anastomosis performed. She and Mr. Ji Zizhuan have done this kind of surgery together, but the patient's colon was not removed because the infection was not serious at that time.
Yang Mo raised her head and looked at the crystal lamp, "Lower the lamp."
Immediately, someone turned down the light so that we could see more clearly.
"Debridement."
Mei Xiang immediately handed over the salt water.
After cleaning, Yang Mo raised her head and looked at Zhang Ge, "After debridement, we will remove the necrotic intestine."
Zhang Ge felt hot all over and sweat was dripping down his back. He really had to go to Beijing to have his intestines removed. How could a person with so much intestines be removed unharmed?
Yang Mo took the deep retractor from Mei Xiang and handed it to Zhang Ge, "I will expand the greater omentum in a while to expose the entire colon. You must not hold the deep retractor too hard and properly expose the surgical site.
I need to ligate the blood vessels first."
Zhang Ge nodded, but his palms were already sweating.
It's easier said than done to pull the hook motionless, but you have to keep your eyes on it tightly and don't relax. The slightest movement may affect the master.
Yang Mo looked at Zhang Ge, "Can you do it well?"
Zhang Ge took a deep breath and nodded, "Don't worry, Master, I can do it well." He was very familiar with this deep draw hook, because the last time he practiced with animals, he had caused the wound to bleed due to excessive force, and then he was stunned and didn't know.
What is the best thing to do.
I don't even know what I am doing, how can I help Master.
This time, it's not a practice, he must do it well.
Yang Mo nodded to Zhang Ge, "Let's start!"
Yang Mo started surgery here, and Ji Zizhuan also started debridement over there.
"Bu Jin, hurry up."
Sounds began to echo in the operating room.
Mei Xiang only remembered to keep pressing the cloth on the wound. The cloth was soaked with blood and she had to replace it with a new one. A lot of blood, a lot of blood, stained her hands and clothes.
The blood seemed to be hotter than the blood flowing in her body, steaming hot.
Mei Xiang looked at Yang Mo in panic.
Yang Mo's head was covered with beads of sweat, "Blood transfusion."
Qin Chong immediately applied for plasma.
The atmosphere in the room was very tense, and even Zhang Ge's hands began to shake.
Yang Mo also felt indescribable pain in her fingers. Sweat fell into her eyes, which made her feel itchy and painful. She had to calm down at this time.
"Do you know how long General Dong was besieged by the Tatars?"
"It has been nearly a month since Jingli received the battle report. Do you know how General Dong survived?" Yang Mo shook her head, "I don't know, because now that we have opened his body, I can't see a grain of rice."
"Medically speaking, as long as a person does not drink water for three days and does not eat for seven days, his life will be in danger, not to mention that he has to lead his soldiers to resist the Tatar army."
"What kind of belief allowed him to persevere? Now he has persevered to the court's reinforcements and to the capital. We can't let him die on the operating bed. We have to revive him, so no matter how scared he is, just think about lying here
What kind of person is he?"
Such people should live and live a long life.
It is said that doctors cannot treat people who care about them, but she feels that it is this kind of care that can better treat diseases and save people.
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Mrs. Dong looked at the door helplessly, hoping that when the door opened, good news would come from inside.
Time passed slowly, the hourglass seemed motionless, and Mrs. Dong became increasingly out of breath.
If Mrs. Fan hadn't held her tightly, she would have almost fainted.
Finally the door opened.
Mrs. Dong stood up immediately. She didn't know how to get to Zhang Ge. She just looked at Zhang Ge tightly with trembling lips.
"The operation went well. Master is now suturing the inside."
Zhang Ge’s voice is clear.
Mrs. Dong suddenly opened her eyes. The operation went well. She wanted to ask Zhang Ge a few more questions, but Zhang Ge pushed away the crowd and ran quickly to the backyard.
Xiao Quan, who came out shortly after, had no idea what was going on and hurriedly followed him.
Zhang Ge was walking around in the backyard, his hands still raised in front of his chest, maintaining the posture after disinfection.
What's going on here?
Maybe it was because I was frightened during the operation.
Xiao Quan thought about stepping forward and holding Zhang Ge's hand, "Junior Brother Zhang, what's going on? What are you looking for? I'll help you find it."
What was he looking for? Zhang Ge couldn't figure out what he was looking for. He helped his master complete the operation and then came out to look for something.
What is it?
Zhang Ge looked at Xiao Quan blankly. After an unknown amount of time, his eyes suddenly widened, and his facial features wrinkled together in a strange way. He was ashamed and embarrassed, as if all the blood rushed to his head, and his cheeks turned red.
Then Xiao Quan asked about a strange smell. He lowered his head and saw that Zhang Ge's pants and shoes were soaked, and there was a steady stream of water dripping down his trouser legs.
"I'm looking for the toilet, I'm looking for the toilet..." Zhang Ge cried.
He wanted to go to the toilet, but he only remembered using hooks, tying knots, and cutting threads. He forgot to go to the toilet, so he peed his pants in front of others.