Maybe I can't take care of the typo. I'll correct it after this paragraph. I'm going to bed first and will continue tomorrow.
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Chang Yuncheng was the first to rush into the house, followed by Mrs. Xie.
In the room, Dr. Zhou stood up from the bedside and shook his head at everyone.
Chang Yuncheng knelt beside the bed.
"Well, Madam's clothes are ready, let's change now..." A woman said subconsciously.
After saying this, Mrs. Xie, who was standing close, hit her with a cane.
Seeing the woman sitting on the ground wanting to cry but not daring to cry, Aunt Zhou, who was standing behind the crowd, couldn't help but pat her heart.
Fortunately, it was not her who was speaking...although she was already shouting these words in her heart.
"Death! Die, you have to try your best to die!" Old Madam Xie murmured, tightened her grip on the crutches, and suddenly said, "If the mountain doesn't come, I will go! Someone, carry Madam, we will chase her.
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As the master, Dingxi Hou was completely ignored. Mrs. Xie and Mr. Xie commanded people and carried Mr. Xie like crazy.
"Master Marquis, how can you torment Madam like this..." Aunt Zhou squeezed over and stood beside Dingxi Hou, saying anxiously, wiping her tears with a handkerchief, "Madam, if you die on the way, or outside... then...
How unbecoming is that!"
Ding Xihou looked dull, looking at the commotion of people in the yard.
mother..
Why did you die earlier than the old lady of the Xie family...
"Master Marquis." Aunt Zhou shook his arm, "Qi Yueniang is obviously jealous of Madam. She doesn't know how to cure it, otherwise she wouldn't have gone out to the clinic by such a coincidence... Send it over... Wouldn't it be more embarrassing to be rejected by others?
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Dingxihou was shaken back to his senses.
He shook his hand violently.
"She's not that kind of person!" he yelled.
Aunt Zhou was caught off guard and took a few steps back, looking at Ding Xihou with an expression of surprise.
Is she not that kind of person?
Why do they all think she is not that kind of person?!
Why can't she be that kind of person!!
In Sanlitai Village, Qi Yue felt her nose was itchy. She raised the back of her hand to rub it, but her hand was full of blood.
This is the worst trauma she has seen since coming here.
In the yard, the injured person fell to the ground. The plowshare hit his thigh and he was bleeding profusely. No, this was not the most serious thing. The most serious thing was his chest.
A bamboo pole carried on the plow penetrated the injured man's chest.
This scene was so tragic that the people who crowded outside the courtyard gate to watch kept bursting into tears.
So scared...
"Master, it can't be saved, it can't be saved..." Even a few disciples couldn't help but murmured.
"Shut up!" Qi Yue shouted, "When will it be your turn to say that we can't be saved!"
The disciples came back to their senses, responded with a bit of shame, and continued busy.
"Master, I can't do it. I've lost too much blood." A disciple shouted, his hands and body were also covered in blood.
Qi Yue bit her lower lip.
Hemorrhage is severe, and if the blood is not replenished, it is impossible to survive!
She raised her head and her eyes fell on the melon vines in the courtyard.
"Pick the pumpkin vines and wash them," she shouted.
The disciple didn't know what he was going to do, but in an emergency, he followed the Master's philosophy that was deeply rooted in his bones. He responded by rushing to the pumpkin vine.
"Family members." Qi Yue shouted again.
The old and young people crowded on the ground in the yard looked over in panic.
This is a woman with three children ranging from three to ten years old, and an old woman has fainted on the ground.
"I need blood. Your child is the most suitable one, so I want their blood." Qi Yue said.
The woman's face was pale, and she stretched out her hands to hug the three children tightly, looking at Qi Yue as if they were looking at monsters and monsters.
"No, no." She shook her head and said tremblingly.
"No, don't be afraid, just a little bit won't hurt the child." Qi Yue explained hurriedly.
The woman still held the child and shook her head in horror.
"Mine, use mine." The comatose old woman woke up and heard, just like crawling here, "Use mine, he is my son, use mine."
Time was running out and it was too late.
Qi Yue ignored the three people and rushed towards her directly, half-kneeling on the ground for her convenience.
"Syringe, infusion bottle." She shouted.
A disciple rushed over carrying a medicine box.
Disinfection, acupuncture, blood drawing.
The crowd outside broke into commotion again, not to mention the women and children, even the men turned pale with fear.
This, this, this is really an unprecedented scene.
"The pumpkin vine is ready." The disciple over there shouted.
Here Qi Yue drew two syringes of blood, but it was impossible to draw out the blood. The old woman was so frightened that she had become stiff. Qi Yue was sure that if he continued to draw blood, the old woman would be frightened to death.
They used to bring infusion sets to emergency rooms, but one of the three tubes had been scrapped, and the remaining two were often used as drainage tubes and were no longer taken out, so emergency infusions were in trouble.
Fortunately, the pumpkin vine was similar in size and thickness to the pipe, so she quickly connected the porcelain bottle for injecting blood to it, connected it to the syringe and hung the needle upside down.
It was just a blink of an eye, but it seemed like a lifetime had passed for Qi Yue.
Blood drips from the needle.
Qi Yue clenched her fists and shouted.
"Master, didn't you say that blood transfusion is not allowed if the blood type is wrong? Will it be fatal?" Zhang Tong asked.
"Nothing is absolute." Qi Yue said, inserting the needle into the vein of the injured person, and one of his disciples used a bracket to hang the porcelain bottle.
Qi Yue looked up at the porcelain vase, and the pumpkin vine tube was faintly red.
"The history of blood transfusion, in the first three hundred years after the invention of blood transfusion, there was no blood type matching, or even vascular anastomosis, which took many lives, but despite this, it saved many people's lives," she sighed, "
Therefore, many times, treating a disease is like gambling."
Three hundred…three hundred years….
Why has he never heard of it?
It seems that the master's master is really a god-like figure?
All these techniques come from overseas fairy mountains, where they naturally don’t know the spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Zhang Tong looked up at the blood transfusion set made of pumpkin vines, not knowing what expression to show...
God...
Only God can think of such an incredible way.
The disciples here also poured in the anti-shock decoction they brought with them, used needles and moxa, and used all techniques to forcefully pull the man back from the door of the Palace of Hell.
"Can you hear me now?" Qi Yue shouted loudly, reaching out to the man, "I am the doctor, do you know what's wrong with you?"
The man looked at her with distracted eyes and moved his lips.
OK, there is a reaction!
"Listen to me, don't be afraid, I will treat you now and you will definitely get better." Qi Yue said.
"..No...no need...I'm dead..." the man murmured.
When the sound came out, everyone around them shouted in surprise.
Really saved! Really still alive!
Of course, this does not mean that the man is fine. In fact, he is still lying on his side on the ground, with the bamboo poles running through his front and back, presenting a horrifying scene.
Qi Yue picked up the scissors, held the bamboo pole with one hand, and cut off the back with the other.
"Master, do you want to cut the front part too?" the disciple asked, already ready.
Qi Yue shook his head.
"No need." She said, raising her hand, "Quick, go back to Qianjin Hall for emergency thoracotomy."
The disciples responded and began to prepare the stretcher.
"No, no..." The woman who had been sitting on the ground shaking suddenly shouted, "You, what are you doing..."
"His condition is very critical. We have to take him back to Qianjin Hall for surgery." A disciple explained hurriedly.
The woman gasped and stared with big eyes.
"Here, here, no, don't leave." She said tremblingly.
"It doesn't work here, the surgical environment doesn't work." Qi Yue said loudly, "Don't worry, our Qianjin Hall is here to save people."
The old woman who fainted from the blood draw woke up again. When she heard this, she crawled and stretched out her hand to hit the woman.
"You murderer of a thousand cuts, you have to watch my son die." She cried and cursed, kowtowing to Qi Yue, "Bodhisattva, please save my son..."
Qi Yue nodded. They were already carrying the injured person to a stretcher, but the woman staggered up and rushed towards him.
"No, no, we can't take him away." She shouted in panic, her voice was dumbfounded, and her expression was a little crazy.
Seeing her rushing towards her, the disciples hurriedly protected the stretcher.
"Don't move, don't hit me."
"..be careful of secondary damage!"
"Block her..."
The scene suddenly became chaotic.
Is this woman going crazy because of her grief? Qi Yue was anxious and stepped forward to take a deep breath and explain to her, but the woman refused to listen and kept repeating the words that she could not take her away and stay here.
"Folks, please help me, we can't delay any longer!" Qi Yue shouted anxiously to the onlookers.
The folks outside looked at each other, and a few women ran out.
"You can't mess around..."
"...If we delay any longer, there will be no such person..."
Everyone picked up the woman and dragged her aside.
The woman struggled.
"You can't take it away." The woman finally broke down and cried, "You can't take it away, or your death will be in vain..."
What? Everyone was confused when they heard this. They just thought that the woman was irritated and gibbering, so they ignored her and dragged her away in a hurry.
The disciples here shouted and lifted up, but before they could take a step, there was another burst of chickens and dogs, and people were jumping on their backs.
"Doctor, doctor, help me." Four or five servants shouted at the top of their lungs.
Calling like this along the way will make it easier to clear the road and get timely directions.
Old lady Xie sat outside the car and banged her cane on the car.
"Shout, shout, shout louder for me," she shouted hoarsely.
Is there anyone else who needs help?
The people gathered outside the farmyard panicked and got out of the way.
Qi Yue and others were also stunned. Before they could react, they saw four or five people rushing in carrying people.
"Doctor, doctor." Doctor Zhou took the lead, running faster than his own mother and son, and rushed to Qi Yue's side, "hurry up and save people, hurry up and save people."
As he spoke, he looked back, then froze, and his excitement suddenly disappeared.
Mr. Xie's complexion on the door panel has turned gray and his lips are cyanotic.
He stepped forward and stretched out his hand to feel for his pulse and his heart with the other.
"It's over, it's over, my heartbeat is gone, it's hopeless, it's hopeless..." He murmured, with a look of regret on his face, it was no longer a magical skill.
Mrs. Xie, who was following closely, lost her legs and was supported by Chang Yuncheng. Before she could open her mouth to speak, she saw Qi Yue approaching in a few steps.
"Acute laryngeal obstruction, IV difficulty breathing!" Qi Yue looked over and shouted, pushed away the imperial doctor who was still shaking his head and sighing, stood in front of Xie who was still being carried, and reached out to pull Xie's head back.
, "Give me the needle!"
The disciples had already formed a conditioned reflex in response to her words and didn't think anything of it at all. As soon as they heard her words, someone immediately rushed over with a needle in a syringe.
Qi Yue reached out and took it, without any hesitation or pause, the bright and sharp needle was thrust into Xie's exposed throat.
People around him burst into screams.
Today's scenes were so exciting one after another that some women finally couldn't bear the excitement and rolled their eyes and fainted, while the men watching also started shouting like women.