I underestimated everyone's enthusiasm, but I'm rushing to put it on the shelves. I write slowly, so don't wait too long. I'm working hard to write. I'm not talking about forty or anything. I'm willing to give it all. I won't be able to pay the next one this month.
Monthly, isn’t it just two updates and three updates? I won’t break my promise, but I want to ensure quality more than quantity, so please forgive me for being late.
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Qi Yue gritted her teeth and was about to speak when Chang Yuncheng had already stood up.
"Everyone, get out!" he shouted sternly, and at the same time he pulled out the waist knife of the guard on the side.
As he drew his sword, the guards around him also stood up and drew their swords.
The swords gleamed coldly in the sunlight.
"Clear the place! If anyone refuses to listen, call him a rioter!" Chang Yuncheng looked at the people surrounding the yard and shouted slowly and deeply.
Rioters! That means killing without mercy!
The people's faces turned pale.
Everyone finally left.
"You're crazy!" Qi Yue shouted in surprise, looking at Chang Yuncheng, "Do you know what you are doing! What if..."
There is no explanation, no guarantee, no kind and reasonable words, just draw the sword and forcefully drive away these doubting people. It is easy to say that something is cured, but if it is not cured, you can imagine what the consequences will be!
"That's my business." Chang Yuncheng interrupted her, turned his back to her, and looked out the door, "You go do your thing, other things have nothing to do with you."
"Your Majesty, this is also for my mother. My filial piety is understandable." Dr. Zhou did not forget to say this despite his busy schedule. Of course, the main purpose was to remind Qi Yue to operate quickly. If someone dies, there will be no need for surgery...
Is he just doing it for his mother? Of course not….
Qi Yue looked at the man's back with a complicated expression.
"We are now preparing for emergency chest surgery to remove the foreign body and repair the damage." She turned around and looked at several disciples, "The first step is general anesthesia. Liu Jiang, you will be responsible for the anesthesia from now on."
The disciple who was called Liu Jiang was about thirty years old. His hands and body were covered with blood. He was shaking when he heard the words. But he straightened his chest and responded loudly. He turned around and took out all the anesthetics from the medicine box.
"Now we need to prepare the charcoal fire, and then pick the pumpkin vines and wash them for later use!" Qi Yue said.
Other disciples responded and went there. They also prepared their own charcoal fire, just to take into account various situations encountered in first aid. With the improvement, the emergency vehicle has almost become a mobile operating room, except that there is no simple room to build.
"We are now performing a tracheotomy to remove the foreign matter in the trachea." Qi Yue said again, reaching out and pointing at several disciples, "You, you, you will be my assistants. Although you have not had any surgery, you will see it every time."
Now, you are A Ru and you are Zhang Tong."
What she was talking about was naturally everyone's position. When she said this, she looked at Zhang Tong.
"Elder brother, from now on, you will take the position of the coffin," she said.
First assistant! First assistant!
Zhang Tong responded yes.
"Change and disinfect!" he shouted.
Doctor Zhou watched as the disciples stood aside neatly, took off their contaminated blouses, hats, hoods, and gloves and piled them together. Then one disciple held a porcelain bottle and sprayed it on these people, and another disciple took out a stack of
Yellow cloth with a medicinal smell was distributed, and everyone wiped their hands up to their elbows.
Doctor Zhou had a good eye, so he simply stood over and stretched out his hand.
"I want it too," he said.
The disciple didn't say a word, and neatly sprayed him with water and threw a piece of cloth. However, he didn't have to wear the smock because he had to change his clothes for two surgeries, so he couldn't waste it with unrelated people.
During this period, the disciples who had brought the lime shochu had started disinfecting the site in the yard.
"Why do you do this?" Doctor Zhou asked loudly.
But no one answered him.
The injured person with a bamboo pole piercing the chest here is being anesthetized, while Qi Yue is already kneeling on the ground, facing Mr. Xie, and starting the operation.
Fortunately, she is used to carrying her own medicine box with her, whether for consultation or emergency treatment, otherwise she would not be able to perform surgery if she wanted to.
Disinfection, local anesthesia, and operation.
Cut...
Doctor Zhou felt goosebumps all over his body, and his temples were bulging with excitement.
Cut!
He shouted in his heart, "Neck! That's a neck!"
"Hook side pull." Qi Yue said, reminding Zhang Tong who was a little stiff.
"Yes." Zhang Tong said in a trembling voice. He naturally knelt on the ground, recalling the appearance of the coffin boy, and stretched two iron pieces towards the knife edge.
But he couldn't control his trembling, and it collided with Qi Yue's knife which was separated by blunt force.
Qi Yue subconsciously raised her hand and knocked Zhang Tong's hand away.
In the operating room, the surgeon in charge will not hesitate to take action and give a warning.
She held it back and said nothing, freeing up the hand that was used to palpate the trachea for traction.
Zhang Tong blushed, feeling ashamed and nervous.
"This is the trachea!!" Doctor Zhou couldn't help shouting at the side, pointing to the trachea that was exposed as Qi Yue cut and separated.
The trachea! Look! The trachea of a living person!
He almost wanted to shout!
Qi Yue picked up the iron chopsticks in the charcoal fire to stop the bleeding.
Doctor Zhou shouted again.
A living person! A living person! Help!
Fortunately, only this one person called out. Qi Yue and the disciples were all busy, as if they didn't hear or see it.
One hand covered Dr. Zhou's mouth.
"You, get out too." Chang Yuncheng shouted in a low voice.
Doctor Zhou finally knew why this place had to be cleared. If he, a doctor, was so rude, if the common people and blood relatives saw it...
The nest must be blown up!
"No, don't move..." He looked at Chang Yuncheng and whined.
Chang Yuncheng let go of his hand.
"I won't say anything anymore." Dr. Zhou expressed clearly and reached out his hand to cover his mouth.
Seeing the trachea, Qi Yue stopped holding the knife.
She looked down at the surgical instruments beside her.
No tracheal spreader forceps…
I don't know if these tweezers are enough...
"Do you know where it's stuck?" She turned around and asked.
Doctor Zhou, who was covering his mouth, quickly put down his hand and nodded without any hesitation.
"Here." He also knelt down, stretched out his hand and pointed at Xie's throat.
Ha, ha, I touched the peeled trachea! It's still moving!
Does he have clairvoyance? How can he be so sure?
However, there is no other way.
Qi Yue did not hesitate, opened the trachea with one hand, picked up the knife with the other hand and cut open the tracheal ring, then picked up the tweezers and reached in.
Everyone held their breath and stared at Qi Yue's hand.
Qi Yue's hand slowly stopped and then slowly retracted it.
"Ha!" Doctor Zhou couldn't help shouting again.
Unfortunately, the one holding the tweezers was Qi Yue, but Zhang Tong beside him was so frightened by the shout that he almost threw away the retractor.
The tweezers hold a little bit of swelling.
"It is indeed a jujube!" Doctor Zhou said, lowering his voice this time.
Qi Yue reached in again, but to no avail this time.
"Adjust your posture and lower your head," she said.
Zhang Tong and several other disciples carefully supported Xie, and asked Qi Yue to slowly lower Xie's head again, while she herself had to bend down even lower when she was kneeling on the ground.
Little by little, the soaked and rotten dates were gradually pinched out.
"How long does it take for the anesthesia to take effect?" she asked loudly.
The disciple over there, who was standing around the injured patient waiting for the operation, immediately answered.
"Also, Master, the blood is running out!" he shouted.
Qi Yue's forehead was dripping with sweat.
Chang Yuncheng reached out with a handkerchief and wiped it off for her.
"Go and ask that family for more blood," Qi Yue said.
A disciple responded and ran towards the door.
Qi Yue here finally finished clipping the last piece and looked at Mr. Xie's face.
Once the airway is clear, blood oxygen saturation is restored immediately.
"Keep still." Qi Yue said, put down the tweezers in his hands and stood up.
After kneeling for a long time, my body became numb and I suddenly stood up and fell down.
Everyone screamed in fright, and Chang Yuncheng reached out to help her.
Qi Yue helped him up.
"What do you want?" Chang Yuncheng asked anxiously.
"They don't know how to draw blood," Qi Yue said, helping Chang Yuncheng to walk over there.
"Teacher, no one will give them blood." The disciple ran back from outside and shouted nervously.
"There's no time to explain," she said, taking off her gloves and starting to roll up her sleeves, "Give me the needle."
The disciple didn't know what to do, so he gave her the syringe.
Qi Yue stooped down and took the cotton wool on the side, wiped his arm, and inserted the needle.
With everyone screaming, blood was drawn out.
"Qi Yueniang!" Chang Yuncheng shouted her name through his teeth while trembling, looking at her with red eyes.
"Here." Qi Yue took two tubes in succession before pulling out the needle. At this time, a disciple, who had long since lost contact with each other, reached out and held a disinfectant cotton to hold her down.
Qi Yue handed the needle to the trembling disciple.
The disciple was about to cry, and he held it tremblingly.
Qi Yue had turned around and knelt down next to Mr. Xie.
"Sterilize the syringe immediately after use. Bring it to me. I want to use it." She said, sterilizing it quickly and putting on new gloves.
The syringe was quickly delivered. Qi Yue put it down and picked up the scissors. He looked at the syringe, pulled out the inner cylinder, pulled out the needle, and cut hard.
"Master!" the disciples shouted.
"Master, what are you doing!" Zhang Tong shouted, his eyes widening.
No one knows the meaning of this syringe better than them! There are only three of them in the world!
Qi Yue turned a deaf ear and quickly cut off the syringe.
"Let's just use it, it's better than the pumpkin vine." She said to herself, passed the needle through the thicker cotton rope tied on both sides, and removed the tracheal cannula.
Next, sew and pack the drainage strip three times and two times and it's done.
"Okay. Pay attention and observe." Qi Yue said, standing up.
Seeing Mr. Xie's breathing obviously returning to normal, Dr. Zhou knelt on the ground and stretched out his hand to take his pulse, and then he made a sound like he was about to cry.
How is it possible...how is it possible...
How...how can I just...live...
"Emergency thoracotomy now."
Qi Yue's shout came from over there.
Thoracotomy...Oh my God, he must be dreaming...It's so...so beautiful...
Doctor Zhou was trying to stand up with both laughter and tears. He didn't know whether he was too excited or something, but he got up after three or four times and stumbled over.
Make an incision on the right back, enter the right chest between the five ribs, pull out the bamboo pole and throw it aside.
Doctor Zhou knelt on the ground and looked at the horrifying scene in front of him, watching the woman flying needles and threading, dancing with knives and scissors, watching the disciples lifting the sheets and handing out medicines following her instructions.
"...the middle lobe of the right lung is broken and cannot be repaired, so it needs to be removed."
"…brine…"
"...Check whether there is air leakage in the lung lobes..."
"..Two drainage tubes..."
Doctor Zhou slumped on the ground, staring at the scene in front of him. He seemed to be unable to blink anymore and had no thoughts in his mind...
Where on earth did this come from...
This is how the miracle doctor recorded in ancient books performed a laparotomy to heal injuries, gouges, perforations, etc...
There was a commotion outside the door, horseshoes and carriages were heard, and people were shouting.
But people didn't pour in, instead there were chaotic sounds of disinfection.
"Master, Master, they are here!" Zhang Tong, who stayed by Xie's side obediently, shouted, with a cry in his voice.
Chang Yuncheng's bodyguard opened the door, and Liu Pucheng Aru came in with a group of disciples. They had all changed into blouses, hats and masks, and raised their gloved hands in front of them.
Looking at them, the busy disciples present couldn't help but want to cry.
God, I'm so scared to death...
More people, medicine, and surgical equipment stabilized the scene.
The large surgical drapes were propped up to form a simple temporary ward, and more disinfectants and sterilizing liquids began to be sprayed.
The dirt they replaced was also burned by specialized personnel.
Liu Pucheng and others looked at the two patients, the expressions on their faces were no better than that of Dr. Zhou.
Two, one for the throat and one for the chest...
Oh my god….
What just happened here...
Here Qi Yue closed the chest and completed the last stitch.
When the words that the operation was over came out, the courtyard couldn't help but burst into cheers.
Because the entire operation was done half-kneeling or simply kneeling on the ground, Qi Yue could no longer stand up.
A'ru held back her tears and helped her. Just as Qi Yue stood up reluctantly, the disciple responsible for monitoring the injured let out a cry of surprise.
"Master, there's bleeding!" he shouted.
"What's so unusual about bleeding from such a big injury?" Dr. Zhou couldn't help but said.
Liu Pucheng also stood over. Seeing that the bleeding was from the man's original thigh injury, he stretched out his hand to apply pressure.
"The wound is big, let's stitch it up again," he said.
"No need." Qi Yue's voice sounded.
These words made everyone stunned for a moment. They looked up at her, only to see Qi Yue's face turning pale and looking straight at the injured person.
"It's not that the sutures weren't done..." she murmured, "it's a hemolysis reaction..."
so..
She doesn't always have good luck...
Qi Yue lowered her head in despair.
She is not a fairy, how could she cure all diseases...
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I recommend Liu Anhuaming’s book "Beauty's Law" which is currently being updated. ISBN: 5056
He was born into a military family, his ancestors had a low-level job, and he lived in a slum area...that's pretty bad, okay?
However, what I am good at is washing utensils!
Let’s look at the rebirth of a modern female lawyer as an ancient female litigator. Although she has no money and no rights and is discriminated against, she is fortunate to be cunning, eloquent and eloquent and can make a fortune.
On the inside, he repairs the best stepmother and relatives, and on the outside, he fights with gangsters, bullies, monarchs and ministers.
My goal is: to go to court, to be dismissed from prison, to win Phoenix in a fight, and to choke Xiaoqiang to death.*** (To be continued)
