Miss Yang frowned and turned around. Shen Weiyan was already ready to help. In the Dong family, he only helped with the prescription, but in the Yan family, he was used to listening to Miss Yang's orders.
Miss Yang's eyes stayed on his hand for a moment and then fell on the owner behind him. Then Miss Yang called out his name.
Shen Weiyan's heart suddenly felt sour, and his eyes were a little dim, as if they were covered by dark clouds. In this room, Mr. Ji is a famous doctor who is hard to find. Even his boss who doesn't know how to diagnose pulse can debate all the ancient and modern medical books with him. Classics, he is the most inconspicuous person here, and he cannot dream of keeping up with Miss Yang forever. Shen Weiyan's sleeves fell down to cover his hands, leaving only the stiff fingertips outside.
Liu Chengling walked over, and Yang Mo stepped aside, "Do as I did and put your finger in to find the bleeding wound."
Liu Chengling didn't hesitate and inserted his fingers along the incision.
"A little further down, on the upper right...no...the position is wrong." It was so difficult to describe the position just now. Seeing the blood in the silver tube continuing to flow, Yang Mo reached out and held the back of Liu Chengling's hand outside. .
She could feel Liu Chengling's fingers moving downward according to her strength.
"Okay." Liu Chengling didn't move his hand any longer.
Yang Mo immediately went to see the silver tube. The blood was still flowing out, but the blood dripping out had become very small.
Only then did Yang Mo realize that she was still holding Liu Chengling's hand. Yang Mo quickly let go of his warm hand and turned her head in a hurry and almost bumped into his clothes. Looking closer, his expression was not as peaceful as before. Rather, it has an edge that cannot be concealed, but also has the stability to understand life and death.
Yang Mo quickly came to her senses, slowly pulled out the silver tube, and carefully inserted the soft cloth soaked in medicinal powder with tweezers. She turned to look at Liu Chengling and said, "Tell me where the wound is."
She was the one who guided Liu Chengling just now, and now he is the one guiding her.
Fortunately, she already knew the approximate location, and soon the soft cloth was pressed on the wound. The compression did not take long to stop the bleeding. The speed of Yang Pan's lung bleeding should not have damaged the major blood vessels, otherwise she would have already lost too much blood. For severe bleeding, without the help of hemagglutinin, you can only apply hemostatic drugs on the wound. Hemostatic drugs can quickly increase platelets and enhance the resistance of blood vessels to wounds.
Yang Mo didn't dare to relax at all. Nowadays, the chest can be opened, packing and compression can be used to stop the bleeding, and now she can also do it manually.
Ji Zizhuan watched Miss Yang's movements carefully, from the quickness at the beginning to the trembling at the back. He admired a woman who could treat the patient with all her strength. This move made him admire her.
Seeing that most of the sand in the hourglass had drained away, Yang Mo persisted for a while before carefully taking out the soft cloth.
"Continue to use the silver tube and see how much blood will flow out within an hour." Cover the newly opened wound with a sterilized cloth. If the blood flow really stops, it can be sutured.
Yang Mo clenched her hand slightly, trembling uncontrollably, and pressed the wound motionlessly for an hour. She was exhausted. Yang Pan on the bed breathed evenly and fell into a deep sleep.
There was not much blood flowing out of the silver tube. Yang Mo stood up and said, "You can suture the incision that was used to stop the bleeding." She turned around to pinch the needle, but her fingers trembled disobediently.
Ji Zizhuan said: "Let me do it." He came to Chang's house just to help. He had already watched Miss Yang do so much. How could he have the dignity to stand aside and watch, "I treat carbuncles, and even when they have boils, More stitches are needed.”
Ji Zizhuan, who had just used these tools, was naturally more skilled than her. Yang Mo nodded and chose to watch Ji Zizhuan sewing. The apprentice of Ji Zizhuan stood beside Yang Mo and cleared his throat.
The Ji family's acupuncture techniques are not passed down from person to person, especially the master's method of acupuncture directly using hooks and tweezers, which he has not yet learned.
Ji Zi Zhuan turned around and glared at his apprentice fiercely, "How can you learn well with such a distracted mind?"
The young apprentice immediately lowered his head and did not dare to speak any more.
Many of the Xinglin family's medical skills are not spread to outsiders. I didn't expect that Mr. Ji would allow her to watch from the sidelines. I didn't expect that today's traditional Chinese medicine surgeons already know that wounds must be sewn up layer by layer, and hemostatic agents must be sprinkled before tying surgical knots.
Medicinal powder. These processes are much the same as those used by modern surgeons, except that modern technology is more complete and the drugs and tools used are more sophisticated.
Unexpectedly, she could witness the development of surgical technology with her own eyes.
Ji Zi Zhuan sutured an incision. Yang Mo took the small bamboo tube and pumped air outwards through the silver tube.
"What is this intended to do?" Ji Zizhuan has never seen such a method before. "Is it also to extract bad blood?"
Yang Mo shook his head, "When we make an incision to stop the bleeding, we will inevitably bring air into it. Now we can pull it out through the silver tube, or we can remove the silver tube and then sew it up." If we suture without pumping out the air, a closed pneumothorax will form.
Ji Zizhuan said in surprise: "The tube needs to be removed now? What if there is blood again?"
Clinically, it is not possible to withdraw the tube now. However, in ancient times, there were no good medical conditions. Allowing the chest to communicate with the outside world for too long may cause serious bacterial infection. If the amount of bleeding is not large, the body can absorb it on its own and cannot reach the maximum level.
For good therapeutic effects, she could only settle for the next best thing.
Ji Zizhuan subconsciously looked at Liu Chengling next to him. It was clear that the Yang family's surgical skills were well used. The preparation before treatment and the treatment after treatment were all clear from beginning to end.
The incision in Yang Pan's chest was completely sutured, and Qiu Tong took in the sheep intestines while panting.
Yang Mo looked at the sheep intestines on the tray. The Chang family was really in a hurry.
…
Miss Yang came out of the inner room, and the doctors waiting outside rushed in to see the patients.
The patient was lying quietly on the bed, breathing steadily and no longer struggling and shouting. When the doctors saw Ji Zizhuan next to them, they immediately started talking, "Mr. Ji's medical skills are superb."
"It wasn't me," Ji Zi Zhuan packed up the surgical tools, "it was Miss Yang who cured the patient."
It's Miss Yang.
There was a lot of discussion in the room, "Ms. Yang really opened an opening on the patient? Such a hurtful treatment method..."
Ji Zizhuan raised his head to meet the doctor who was speaking, "Wu San, let me ask you, was Master Yang already out of breath before Miss Yang treated him?"
Wu San could only nod.
"You people can't talk nonsense," he said, looking at Master Yang, "Now that the patient's breathing is stable and he can take medicine, the next step is for you gentlemen to diagnose his pulse and prescribe a prescription."
There was talk in the room, and Old Mrs. Yang also took medicine and his condition stabilized. Old Mrs. Yang opened his eyes and saw Yang Mingshi's smiling face.
"Old man, you are finally awake." Yang Mingshi stretched out his hand to help old man Yang up. "Miss Yang has revived my nephew. You can rest in peace and recuperate."
When Mr. Yang heard this, he burst into tears, "What you said...is it true? My grandson...is really alive?"
Yang Mingshi patiently said, "It's true."
Old Mrs. Yang screamed, thanking his ancestors and the gods for their blessings, "I thought... our ancestors and grandson... were going to meet in the underworld."
"My wife is not telling you," Yang Mingshi brought some water for Mr. Yang to drink, "Why did you make this trip? You almost cost your grandson's life. Although Miss Yang has rescued the man now, in the future...
"As he spoke, he looked around cautiously, "This is the Chang family. You have to listen to the Chang family's arrangements. What will happen if there is another disaster?"
"They don't dare."
"Don't you dare?" Yang Mingshi raised the veil, "The old man underestimated the wealthy families in Beijing."
Yang Mingshi couldn't say anything good, so Mrs. Yang supported her and went to the inner room to see her grandson.
After taking the soothing medicine, Yang Pan slowly opened his eyes, and in front of him was his grandfather with a loving face.
I don’t know who asked, “Nephew, how did you fall from the rockery?”
Yang Pan opened her mouth and said in a weak voice, "It's Miss Chang's family... It's Miss Chang's family..."
Old Mr. Yang seemed to have thought of something and took out a jade pendant from his arms, "But the owner of this jade pendant?"
Yang Pan eagerly nodded, "Yes... yes... it was she who harmed me... it was her..." Yang Pan, who was conscious, immediately felt unbearable pain in her chest, "It hurts me to death... Grandpa... it hurts me to death."
Already."
Seeing Yang Pan's facial features wrinkled together and whining repeatedly, Yang Mingshi could only sigh. It's not like she had never advised her nephew not to be too greedy, and to be careful about eating too much food that his body could not bear.
The grandfather and grandson wanted to covet the Yang family's property, which is why they ended up like this, and they should be taught a lesson.
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When Yang Mo came out of Yang Pan's yard, Mother Chen came to greet her, "Miss, the old lady asked you to come over and discuss with you the Yang family's property entrusted by Mrs. Yang."
At this time, let her go to Mrs. Chang's house, and she will be greeted by the Chang family. She only has one mouth, so she will definitely suffer. "Mom," Yang Mo whispered, "can you pay the rent of the drug store?
"
I didn't expect Miss Yang to ask this.
Mother Chen shook her head and said patiently, "Miss, that's one hundred thousand taels of silver. The dowry of a good lady is only ten thousand taels of silver."
Yang Mo stopped and turned around, "Mom, you mean my dowry doesn't have ten thousand taels?"
Mother Chen waved her hands hurriedly, "I'm a clumsy person. I didn't say that."
"Even my mother said this, how can I go to see my great-aunt and say that you are squeezing me out as an orphan? This is what happens to me if I stay in the Chang family. Even my servants dare to say that I have a small dowry and a low status. In this case,
Please tell me, mother, to tell my aunt to return the list of property that my grandmother entrusted to the Yang family. Not a single item of property on it should be missing. The food and clothing I spent in the Chang family for three years will also be returned to the Chang family. I, the Yang family, will also return it to the Chang family.
Some have backbone."
Mother Chen turned pale when she heard this.
Yang Mo turned around and walked forward without looking back, "Mother Chen, remember to tell my aunt every word. You are a serious mother in charge."
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