1770 Waiting for you, this king wants you to see me first
This was not the first time Feng Qingchen had to undergo an amputation surgery, let alone the first time that he had to undergo an operation under such harsh medical conditions. Feng Qingchen had experienced a lot in even worse environments, so this was fine.
Feng Qingchen spontaneously took over the command and arranged everyone to get into their positions to prepare for the operation.
Feng Qingchen knew that Sun Sixing was very good at practicing medicine, but lacked the ability to take charge of the overall situation, so when she was making arrangements, she handed over to Sun Sixing step by step, making sure that Sun Sixing could take charge of his role as soon as possible.
The old doctor looked surprised. He was surprised to see Feng Qingchen, a girl who knew medical skills. Now that he saw Feng Qingchen teaching Sun Sixing, the old doctor felt bad.
Monsters are rampant these days? How old is this girl to have such abilities?
Master?
This girl is actually that stupid master. The world is changing so fast that he seems to be unable to keep up. Has he been hidden from the world for so long that he doesn’t even know that young people these days are so powerful?
He has excellent medical skills and can also serve as a role model for others.
The old doctor looked at Feng Qingchen and Sun Sixing with a strange look on his face. He rubbed his right thumb back and forth on his chin and thought to himself: "Are these two really monsters? Why do they feel they are more talented than Chi Lianshui and Guo Baoji? This
Which monster taught this monster? He couldn't have started studying medicine as soon as he was born, otherwise he wouldn't have had such experience at his age."
The old doctor's heart was like a cat scratching his head, and he just wanted to ask for answers written on his face. Feng Qingchen could tell what the old doctor was thinking at a glance, but he just pretended that he didn't know anything and took Sun Sixing to set up a simple room together.
In the operating room, leave the old doctor aside.
"Ahem, is there anything I can do to help?" The old doctor came back to his senses and found that he was isolated. He came forward to ask with saliva on his face.
"Prescribe an appropriate amount of Mafei Powder to the injured and have it delivered as soon as possible." Feng Qingchen did not bring any anesthetic, and she was not sure of the amount of Mafei Powder, so she had to ask others for help.
Okay, you really gave me orders without being polite.
The old man went out directly and had someone bring him a bowl of hemp powder.
This thing has never been broken in the wounded barracks. He can't let those seriously injured soldiers die of pain.
"Feed him." Feng Qingchen commanded, unambiguously, but the old doctor found that he couldn't get angry because Feng Qingchen himself was too busy.
The cooperation between the three of them was extremely efficient. The old doctor was not only good at medical skills, but also highly cooperative. After a short period of time, the three of them formed a tacit understanding. After Feng Qingchen checked the condition of the injured, he announced that the operation had begun.
Feng Qingchen originally wanted Sun Sixing to perform the operation, but considering that this was a military hospital, the medical conditions were extremely poor, and the possibility of surgical failure was very high. In order to prevent Sun Sixing from suffering unnecessary pressure, Feng Qingchen performed the surgery himself and only let Sun Sixing perform the operation.
Sun Sixing assisted from the side.
During the operation, infusions and blood transfusions had to be maintained at all times, and Sun Sixing had to assist in these tasks, while Feng Qingchen was unable to do all the work on his own.
"You have a good master." The old doctor understood Feng Qingchen's thoughts at a glance and said to Sun Sixing enviously.
His master was not that good. He still remembers that he was almost killed by the patient's family after he died because of his poor medical skills.
At that time, he was very weak in both medical skills and adaptability. If the master could give him a little more time, he might have achieved better results, instead of being a doctor accompanying the army to avoid being hunted down like he is now.
Sun Sixing nodded proudly, and uninformed people thought he was praising him.
This pairing of master and disciple is really interesting. The old doctor suddenly found that his career as a doctor in the army would be more and more interesting.
Feng Qingchen didn't know at all, but within half a day, their master and apprentice were noticed. Feng Qingchen held the scalpel and, as usual, did not forget to explain to Sun Sixing during the operation.
"The incision is behind the stump."
"Separate under the fascia and turn the skin flap upward."
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"At the cutting plane, ligate and cut off the great saphenous vein."
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"Saw the femur and separate the diseased limb."
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Feng Qingchen's explanation was not very detailed, but Sun Sixing and the old doctor were both experienced people, so just a few words were enough for them to understand. The old doctor originally wanted to avoid it, after all, the master's skills were not passed on to others, so he was stealing
Master. But seeing that Feng Qingchen had no intention of avoiding outsiders, the old doctor shamelessly stayed.
Well, he admitted that he wanted to know how these two young doctors would handle this kind of high amputation.
The necrotic thigh was cut off. Feng Qingchen had no time to explain at this time. She had to deal with the blood vessels and nerves on the back side. Then she would stop the bleeding and suture the fascia and skin limbs.
This process is a high-intensity work, and Feng Qingchen can't get rid of it at all. In addition, although there are many lights in the room, the light is still not enough. In order to ensure the safety of the patient, Feng Qingchen doesn't even dare to blink his eyes, and puts his hands on
Lost it in the wrong place.
Sun Sixing held his breath and did not dare to disturb Feng Qingchen. He memorized Feng Qingchen's movements one by one and planned to come back to find animals to practice with.
The steps of the surgery are not difficult, but proficiency is a rare thing, and this requires more practice, and others cannot help.
At the critical moment of the operation, there were more and more sweat beads on Feng Qingchen's forehead. Sun Sixing had just wiped it clean, and there were new sweat beads. If the clothes were not thick enough, Feng Qingchen might have been soaked by this time.
Surgery is a strenuous job that not only tests a doctor's skills, but also tests his physical strength. This is why there are very few female surgeons among surgeons.
It was no problem for Feng Qingchen to undergo an amputation operation, but the premise was that she had not done more than ten hours of high-intensity work before, nor had she worked hungry.
When Feng Qingchen announced that the operation was successful, Feng Qingchen's voice became hoarse. Because Yuhua Lanzhi had 90% good hands, he also protested at this time. Now is not the time to show off. Feng Qingchen knows that he is not suitable anymore.
Keep working.
"Si Xing, I'll leave the rest to you. I need to rest." Postoperative infection and bleeding are the most feared things for high amputation, and you must take good care of them after surgery.
"I understand, Master." Sun Sixing stepped forward, took over Feng Qingchen's work, and hung anti-inflammatory potion on the injured person.
"Senior, how long will the amount of Mafei Powder you use make him sleep?" Sun Sixing wanted to determine when the patient would wake up so that he could make arrangements in advance.
There was a group of injured waiting for him outside. He couldn't stay here forever and had to ask the medicine boy to take care of him.
Feng Qingchen saw that Sun Sixing had a discussion with the old doctor, and knew that Sixing could take on the responsibility alone. Feng Qingchen stopped staying and dragged his tired body out. By this time, it was already dawn.
"I have been busy all night." Feng Qingchen shook her head and wanted to press her temples to wake herself up, but when she raised her hand, she remembered that she had not washed her hands after the operation.
It wasn't that she didn't want to wash, but that there was no water available in the wounded barracks.
Feng Qingchen put down his hands with a wry smile and continued to walk out. As soon as he stepped out of the wounded barracks, Feng Qingchen stopped. Looking at the man standing not far away, the smile on Feng Qingchen's face disappeared instantly. It took him a long time to react.
Come over: "Why are you here?"
Judging from the moisture on his body, he must have been standing for a long time.
"Waiting for you, I want you to see me for the first time after you come out." The Nine Emperors Uncle remained motionless, his eyes were deep, and he looked at Feng Qingchen for a moment, as if he wanted to imprint the person into his soul...