She is a surgeon and has treated various injuries. Seeing this wound clearly made her a little confused.
The blade of this knife is neat and smooth, crisp and clean. If you use such a sharp knife to kill people, stabbing it a few times will definitely not surprise anyone. But this person only had this knife on his body, so it was obviously not a random stabbing.
She carefully explored the wound. The dagger was inserted from this position. If the tip of the knife was raised, it might pierce the heart. If the tip of the knife was pressed down, the liver might be seriously injured. Either way, this person would not survive now.
Well, Fu Xuelan couldn't help but have a vague feeling or suspicion that the killer seemed to want to spare this person's life!
But why? She couldn't figure it out.
She could no longer care about this at this moment, saving people was more important.
She first injected anesthetic around the wound. During the treatment, the pain nerves would also move around like lightning. She didn't want the person to move around. After that, she simply expanded the wound with a scalpel.
At this time, she heard hissing sounds coming from the mouths of people around her, as if she was frightened.
She used an instrument to expand the incision and inspected the wound with her fingers and tweezers. She finally saw clearly that the man had been injured by an artery and blood was gushing out. She pressed the blood vessel for a minute, but it had no effect.
Then, she could only suture the blood vessel first.
She raised her head, glanced at the people around her, and said, "There is a pair of glasses in my medicine cabinet. Can anyone help me find them?"
Everyone around looked at her as if she were dumbfounded, and no one moved.
However, Mr. Du slowly walked over and opened the medicine box to search. He found a glasses case, which contained a pair of strange-looking glasses.
He asked: "Is this it?"
Fu Xuelan said: "This is it, microscope glasses. I want to suture his blood vessels."
He put the glasses on her face and asked, "Can he be saved?"
She weighed it carefully and said, "Half and half, I'll try my best."
Next, she found a fishhook-like suture needle and a thin Priling suture from the instrument bag, and began to sew up the blood vessels that were torn by the sharp blade.
I saw her using tweezers and scissors quickly with both hands, and a few dexterous fingers knotting the sutures like flowers. The people around her were stunned, and they didn't dare to express their anger.
She breathed a sigh of relief after the blood vessels were sewn and the blood stopped flowing out. The next step was to clean and suture the external wounds. After this step was completed, she asked two brothers to help the wounded man up and bandage his wounds.
Now, she had to consider another problem. This man had lost too much blood. If he was not given some bodily fluids, he might not even wake up, and all the efforts would be wasted.
After thinking about this clearly, she started to prepare the infusion solution in a beaker.
She had indeed heard that foreign countries had begun to produce prepared infusion solutions. But now, if she wanted to use it, she had to prepare it herself. Even in the hospital, this was the case.
She put 15 grams of hydroxyethyl starch ether into the beaker as accurately as possible, then slowly added 2.25 grams of sodium chloride, stirring while adding. After that, she added a little more sodium hydroxide. Finally, she added
Dilute these medications with distilled water and mix thoroughly.
After preparing the medicine, she took out a large syringe from the medicine box, sucked up a full syringe of infusion fluid, and then installed a large needle. She heard hissing sounds coming from the mouths of the people around her again.
She didn't need to look to know that they were all frightened by the big needle.
She found a vein on the wounded man's arm, punctured the blood vessel accurately, and then began to inject slowly.
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This is a long process. Injecting it too fast will kill the person!
Fu Xuelan bent over and injected slowly. It didn't take long before dense beads of sweat oozed from her forehead.
Mr. Du walked over calmly, took out his handkerchief, and gently wiped her sweat.
Halfway through the injection, the wounded man started to move and seemed to be struggling and twisting.
She shouted in horror to the people around her: "You all come here! Hold him down! Don't let him move!"
Everyone rushed over, some pressed his head, some pressed his body, and some grabbed his hand. Everyone opened their mouths and watched Dr. Fu continue to type.
When the input was finally completed, the wounded man let out a sigh of relief and opened his eyes a little, as if he knew it.
Mr. Du leaned over and stared into his eyes, motionless, as if examining an object.
Fu Xuelan came over with the equipment and said softly: "Mr. Du, I want to treat the injury on his face."
Mr. Du turned his head, but with a ferocious expression on his face, he stared at her and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't care about your face. It doesn't matter if you wait. You need to let him wake up now! I have something to ask him!"
Fu Xuelan understood that there must be a special reason why Mr. Du chose to treat his injury in the mansion today.
She said nothing, picked up a piece of gauze, dipped it in alcohol, and wiped his forehead, chest and neck.
After a moment, the wounded man's eyes opened wider, his lips began to tremble, and he whispered: "Sir..."
Mr. Du nodded in agreement and asked, "What happened last night?"
The man said: "Sir, we... met a kidnapper. Mr. Lai... met a kidnapper!"
"Who is he? What's his background?"
"No... I don't know, I can't tell. They... are very, very vicious..."
"Method! Clothes! Tone! What do you see?" Mr. Du asked calmly.
"They... didn't say anything, and they just...killed me when they came up. Sir, I...I can't see..."
Mr. Du stared at him calmly, motionless, as if he wanted to see something from his face.
Fu Xuelan walked over again and said softly: "Sir, I want to treat his injury."
Mr. Du straightened up and still stood by the table, motionless as he watched Fu Xuelan clean the man's wounds, sew up the cracked flesh, then apply medicine and bandage. His expression became even more serious.
Fu Xuelan asked: "Sir, is there any more penicillin?"
Mr. Du was obviously still immersed in his own thoughts. He stared at her for a while before he understood what she meant.
He waved to one of his men.
The man ran into the back room, quickly brought a small medicine box and handed it to Fu Xuelan.
Fu Xuelan opened the medicine box and took out a bottle of penicillin. Nowadays, penicillin is more expensive than gold and can only be found at Mr. Du's place. She sucked up the medicine with a syringe and injected it into the wounded person.
By this time, her treatment was all over. She looked back at Mr. Du and vaguely understood that his mind was not on the treatment at all. She could not guess what he was worried about.
A big doubt in Mr. Du's mind is that Liu Yingui kidnapped Mr. Dun! For the opium business!
He is a calm person, even if he wants to kill someone, he will remain calm!
What he was thinking about at this time was how to take revenge on Liu Yingui!
The second question he considered was, was Raidunde dead or alive? How to find him?
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At this time, in the basement of the Zhubaosan Road Kerosene Company, Lai Dunde was sitting in the dark, also guessing that Liu Yingui had kidnapped him! Except for this Liu Yingui, he had never offended anyone!
However, even if Liu Yingui wanted to intervene in Mr. Du's opium business and kidnap him, would it be useful? It would have no effect! Apart from arousing Mr. Du's vigilance and hostility, it could be said that he would achieve nothing!
This was something he couldn't figure out.
There are only a few gangs in Shanghai, and except for the Qing Gang, the other small gangs are insignificant.
But the people who kidnapped him were all experts, and they didn't have the fear-mongering behavior of those small gangs.
This made him even more confused.
Who? Why? Kidnapped him? Is his life in danger? He was worried and still couldn't figure it out.
After all, Lydonde was a calm and experienced man. In such a dangerous situation, he would not do anything but scream without any effect. He began to think about how to save himself.
He has experienced countless dangers in his life. Being kidnapped today is nothing to him.
The fact that he is being held here shows that those people don't want his life yet! At least in the short term!
Through a little light outside the door, he could vaguely see that this was a warehouse, with some broken things piled up in a mess. There were no windows and the air was humid, indicating that this was a basement. Therefore, shouting randomly had no effect at all!
He hoped to leave some traces, or in other words, some clues, in this basement.
He thought for a while, took out the house key from his pocket, and thought about writing a few words on the wall.
He had to worry about making these words understandable to those who were interested, but not to his captors.