Director Zhao was dumbfounded when he saw the wounded who were almost filling the hospital: "What's going on?"
Feng Su's words were concise and concise: "There is flooding in Luoyingfang, and there is another stampede. These injured people will be sent to the pharmacy for treatment first. Call out all the doctors in the pharmacy and save them quickly."
"But how can we treat so many people..." Director Zhao also understood that human life was at stake, but just because human life was at stake, he didn't know who to save first.
"Those with good medical skills will treat seriously injured patients with red cloth tied on their hands; other doctors will treat those with yellow cloth tied on their hands; apprentices will stop the bleeding of those tied with white cloth." Feng Su repeated Wei Zi's words and said: "Goodbye
Don't panic, the other doctors have already rushed over, and the medicine will be delivered as well."
"Okay." Director Zhao had been practicing medicine for most of his life after all, and he quickly calmed down. He called everyone in the pharmacy out and did what Feng Su said.
Seeing the red, yellow, and white cloth, he secretly admired: This method is a good way to distinguish the severity of the wounded, but it takes a lot of effort to determine the severity of the injury. I think it was done by a group of doctors, etc.
When they came, he had to learn from them.
The people in the medical center worked separately. Those tied with yellow cloth and white cloth were better off, but the seriously injured patients tied with red cloth immediately stumped Director Zhao and others.
This...this kick is already on the road to hell. Even if he is saved, it will only be a few more days of inhuman suffering in the human world.
While he was struggling, the sound of a fierce horse's neighing came from the door, and then a woman wearing a light cloud-colored dress entered the hospital.
"Miss Wei..." Curator Zhao recognized the person.
"Doctor Zhao, how is the situation?" Actually, there was no need to ask, Wei Zi understood it at a glance.
Director Zhao shook his head and could only say: "Do your best and obey fate."
Wei Zi nodded: "Yeah." That's right, she is just a doctor, not a fairy.
Feng Su came over with a jug of wine, Wei Zi opened a jar, asked Su Nian to pour it directly into her hand, and then began to treat the injuries tied with red cloth.
The most serious one injured his aorta, and even if he sprinkled the golden sore medicine on him, it would be immediately washed away by the blood, and he could not stop the bleeding at all.
Wei Zi quickly stepped forward, found the hemostasis point, pressed hard, and said to Director Zhao: "Bring the suture needle and thread."
Suture technology has been around for a long time in ancient times. Wei Zi spent some time in this medical center and is very familiar with the medicinal materials and equipment here.
Curator Zhao asked someone to bring the suture tools.
Wei Zi has tied the bleeding point with cloth.
"Su Nian, fire."
Without disinfectant and antibiotics, Wei Zi could only use the simplest method.
But the needle was too thick, and she was afraid that the comatose patient would wake up and struggle, so she asked Director Zhao: "Do you have Ma Fei Powder?"
Director Zhao replied: "Yes, yes, it just needs to be cooked..."
Wei Zi frowned, she also knew that this was embarrassing Director Zhao.
Without Ma Fei San, I can only take a gamble...
"Miss Wei San, are you going to make him unconscious?" Feng Su interrupted.
"Yeah." Wei Zi nodded to Feng Su, and when he looked up, he saw Feng Danyuan standing next to him.
Feng Su took out a handkerchief, sprinkled some powder on the handkerchief, and then covered the patient with the handkerchief for a few seconds: "He won't wake up within half an hour."
"What kind of medicine is this?" Wei Zi asked curiously.
Feng Su replied calmly: "Drug."
Wei Zi: "..."
Forget it, since the person passed out, she could do it without any scruples.
Kneeling on the ground, she once again asked Su Nian to spill the wine on her hand, then took a needle that had been sterilized with fire, threaded the thread and began to sew.
She moved very quickly and it was over in less than a minute.
The gushing blood suddenly turned into ooze.
After sprinkling the golden sore medicine and wrapping it skillfully, the patient's problem was temporarily solved.
