She patted his face gently and said, "Yu Wenhao, Yu Wenhao."
"Don't pat him, he has passed out." King Qi said angrily.
But Yuan Qingling was still patting, "Yu Wenhao, wake up and try to open your eyes."
She took his hand, straightened it gently, then held it firmly and pulled it, "Open your eyes.
"You woman, you really don't know what the emperor asked you to do?" King Qi came over quickly, trying to reach out and pull Yuan Qingling away.
But Yu Wenhao slowly opened his eyes.
Yuan Qingling pushed King Qi away and said slightly sadly: "Step aside and don't hinder me."
King Qi looked at her in surprise, why is this woman so fierce?
Yuan Qingling put her hands on Yu Wenhao's head and asked: "Yu Wenhao, look at me, do you know who I am?"
The scene in front of Yu Wenhao's eyes was blurry, but he heard a barely audible voice say, "Ugly girl."
Yuan Qingling's mouth quirked, "Who are you? What happened, do you know?"
"This king was attacked..."
Conscious.
"Okay, I'll check it for you now. If it hurts, tell me to rule out cerebral hemorrhage and internal bleeding." Yuan Qingling's hands began to gently press on the skull, and slowly moved down, including the heart and lungs.
department……
Yu Wenhao wheezed from his chest and his body trembled. His face turned red and he had difficulty breathing.
Yuan Qing Ling quickly judged that there was internal injury and the cough caused pneumothorax.
"Fifth brother..."
"Your Majesty..."
Seeing that Yu Wenhao's situation suddenly became critical, everyone stepped forward and shouted.
Yuan Qingling quickly walked behind the screen, took out the medicine box, opened it, took out the needle and came out.
"Tang Yang, help me hold him down. He has a pneumothorax, which will be life-threatening. We need to pump the air out," Yuan Qing said.
"What?" Tang Yang was confused and looked at the needle in her hand in shock.
Yuan Qingling didn't bother to explain, so she took his hand and pressed Yu Wenhao's left and right hands, "Try to control him not to move."
"Oh, oh!" Tang Yang was not a person without ideas, but seeing that Yu Wenhao was having a hard time, and there was no imperial doctor present, he could only listen to Yuan Qingling's words. After all, this was the order of the Supreme Emperor.
Let everyone listen to Princess Chu.
Yuan Qingling took a deep breath and underwent pleural puncture and ventilation, which she had not done for a long time.
She put her fingers down, slowly locked the position, and inserted them between the second ribs to draw air.
Fortunately, everything went well.
Everyone was stunned, watching her needle slowly move upwards, and as it went on, Yu Wenhao became much calmer.
Everyone was slightly relieved, but Yuan Qingling's heart was very heavy.
This meant that his internal injuries were serious, but she had no way of knowing where the injuries were or how severe they were. As a doctor with a background in modern medicine but little clinical experience, her diagnosis mostly relied on medical instruments.
Nowadays, apart from her stethoscope, she has no other instruments available.
The first thing to do now is a blood transfusion. He has lost too much blood and it will kill him.
She closed her eyes and recited silently, there must be blood test strips and blood transfusion kits in the medicine box.
She opened it, and sure enough, her wish came true, but she comforted herself that this was mind control and had nothing to do with any magical power.
She placed the test strips on the table one by one, and then said to Si Gu sternly: "You all put blood on the test strips. He has lost too much blood and must have a blood transfusion."
Gu Si was puzzled, "What is blood transfusion?"
"Just give him your blood."
Guard Xu Yi raised his wrist, swiped his fingernails, and blood fell. He leaned over and dripped it into Yu Wenhao's mouth, saying: "It doesn't matter even if the subordinate's blood is drained."
Yuan Qingling glanced at him, "It's commendable to be loyal, but you can't help him like this. Even if the blood is swallowed, it will only reach the stomach instead of the blood vessels, and it will not flow to the heart. Stop the bleeding quickly, don't waste it."
Xu Yi was stunned, looking at Yu Wenhao who had already eaten a mouthful of blood, and said sarcastically: "Isn't that so?"
Yuan Qingling handed over the test paper and dipped it in Xu Yi's blood. Everyone else did as Yuan Qingling said and put a drop of blood on the test paper.
Yuan Qingling pricked Yu Wenhao's fingertips again and tested for blood.
After waiting for a while, she looked at the test paper and said, "Gu Si, Tang Yang, your blood can be used."
Both of these two people have blood type O, while Yu Wenhao is type A.
Gu Si and Tang Yang immediately stood up straight, waiting for Yuan Qingling's instructions.
"Sit down!" Yuan Qingling came over with a bag of blood draw needles. There was no way to be strict about blood transfusions at the critical moment. All she wanted was that they were not sick or in pain, and that they didn't drink, smoke or take medicine.
Gu Si and Tang Yang watched their blood flow out of the small tube and turned into two black bags. They raised their heads and glanced at Yuan Qingling. Seeing Yuan Qingling's heavy expression, they did not dare to ask.
After drawing two bags of blood, Yuan Qingling hung up in front of the bed and gave Yu Wenhao a blood transfusion.
Then pick up the stethoscope and listen to his internal organs for rupture and internal bleeding.
In the case of hemothorax, coughing during hemothorax should have caused pneumothorax.
She punctured and drew blood again. Yu Wenhao was awake now. His eyes followed Yuan Qingling. When Yuan Qingling lowered his head to draw blood from her chest, he didn't even feel the pain. He just stared at the leakage on her forehead.
Blood.
Then, he slowly raised his hand to wipe away the blood from her forehead.
His hand moved slightly, and Yuan Qingling said sternly: "Don't move."
He tried hard to glare at her, so loudly, was she trying to scare him to death?
Yuan Qingling received his dissatisfaction and said: "You are still transfusing blood."
Seeing that Yu Wenhao's condition was slightly relieved, King Qi thought it was the effect of the Purple Gold Pill, and said: "Fifth brother, I'm going to ask the second brother for a Purple Gold Pill."
Gu Si said: "Your Majesty, the imperial doctor said that purple golden elixir should not be used too much."
Yuan Qingling knew that he had taken the Purple Gold Pill. She had tested the effect of the Purple Gold Pill herself, so she knew it.
Therefore, she glanced at King Qi and said, "Your Purple Gold Pill temporarily saved his life."
Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to survive now.
King Qi's eyes flashed, "He will be fine, right?"
"I don't know!" Yuan Qingling withdrew the needle and threw it aside, "Purple Gold Pill is not an elixir. It only temporarily stabilizes his condition. He has always lost too much blood, is seriously injured, and the condition of his internal injuries is unclear..."
As she spoke, she glanced at Yu Wenhao, who had slowly closed his eyes.
It is indeed cruel to tell the injured person his condition in front of him.
However, she thought he could bear it.
During the blood transfusion process, close attention is required, and the next step is to treat the wound.
With so many wounds and such deep wounds, sterilized stitches are inevitable.
Stitches, a huge and long project.
Yu Wenhao was like a ruined rag doll. Under everyone's gaze, Yuan Qingling's skillful hands sewed it up bit by bit.
King Qi almost cried when he saw it. This was so cruel.
At daybreak, the wound on his head was finally stitched up.
There was no bleeding on the head, which made Yuan Qingling very satisfied.