A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Chapter 139 Try Blood Transfusion

Song Qinghan walked in front, turned his head and glanced at Luo Haiyun who was standing there blankly, raised his eyebrows and said, "What? Do you want to go back on your word?"

Luo Haiyun came to his senses, hurriedly followed, and shook his head in denial: "No, admit the bet and admit defeat, admit the bet and admit defeat, it is my blessing to be able to help the person who cured smallpox, how can I go back on my word? But, indeed I didn’t expect that I knew the doctor Shi of Huichun Hall you mentioned before, and the person who could convince him to beat him up, I thought it must be an octogenarian, but I didn’t expect to be so young..."

In the middle of his speech, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and said seriously: "But doctor Song, why didn't you accept the reward from the court? Fortunately, the current emperor is generous and has not pursued this matter. Otherwise, if I say something ugly, you must be If you can't eat, you will walk around."

As soon as these words came out, Song Qinghan was the one who was stunned. He frowned and said, "When did I stop accepting the reward from the court? No, it should be said, when did the court reward me? Why didn't I know?"

As he spoke, he paused, what Dr. Shi told him that day flashed through his mind, and he said to himself in doubt: "Although Dr. Shi said that people from the imperial court would come to me, after so long, I don't know what to do. I've never seen those people's faces..."

Hearing what he said, Luo Haiyun realized what was going on as soon as he rolled his eyes. After pondering for a moment, he said slowly: "Probably someone has tampered with behind the scenes, but it's okay, the emperor doesn't intend to pursue it, so Those people will have no further action, as long as Doctor Song pays more attention in the future."

Song Qinghan nodded, and walked towards Huichun Hall while meditating.

Who did he offend during that time?It's just Guan Lingyu alone, but it's not necessarily true, maybe his contribution is a bit too great in the eyes of some people, so they set out to teach him a lesson, so it's really hard to find out who is behind the scenes.

When he came back to his senses, they were already standing in front of the stomach cancer patient. The patient's face was still sallow, but his condition had improved a lot. Song Qinghan's heart moved, and he said in a deep voice, "Today is it."

Luo Haiyun didn't understand, but Yuan Wenxuan did. His face was still calm, but there was a flash of surprise in his eyes, and he asked in confusion, "Didn't Master say to wait for a while?"

Song Qinghan shook his head and explained: "This disease will not get better and better with the passage of time. The reason why I said to let him recuperate for a period of time is mainly because his mood and state are not good. Let him Keep calm before doing it, but now it seems that his attitude is very cooperative, the conditions for the operation are ripe, so it is natural to do it as soon as possible, otherwise, every day that passes, the risk of cancer cell proliferation will increase."

Yuan Wenxuan nodded thoughtfully, took out the scalpel from the bag, and started to prepare for the pre-work.

In fact, what he cooperates with Song Qinghan the most is that no matter how long it takes, he can learn new knowledge from Song Qinghan. This is not because Song Qinghan hides it from him, but because many things only happen when Only then will I remember to remind.

Luo Haiyun also guessed what they were going to do from their posture, his expression looked a little excited, and when his eyes swept over Song Qinghan's quiet side face, a gleam of light flashed.

The patient was not stupid, he knew that he was finally going to accept the "final judgment", although his face was a little nervous, but his eyes were relieved, he relaxed his body very cooperatively, and said calmly: "Doctor, just play around, whether it's death or death." I don’t have the slightest complaint, my family has long regarded me as a dead person, so they won’t come to trouble you, don’t worry.”

Song Qinghan didn't talk nonsense, and directly cut his clothes open, leaving only an opening above the stomach to facilitate the operation. After thinking about it, he said to Luo Haiyun: "During the operation, you can help him feel the pulse at any time. If there is any Remember to remind me of anything that I haven't noticed, after all, Wenxuan is still young and may not be able to notice all aspects."

Seeing that he could help, Luo Haiyun nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, rolled up his sleeves, his eyes sparkled, and he was eager to fight.

After Yuan Wenxuan prepared everything and fixed the patient's hands and feet, Song Qinghan disinfected his hands and said in a deep voice, "It's started."

The cigarette was lit by Yuan Wenxuan, which was the simplest and most straightforward way of timing, preventing them from forgetting the time when they were too involved, which would cause the failure of the operation.

Song Qinghan picked up the knife and traced along the patient's stomach to find the location of the stomach. After seeing the diseased part, he pursed his lips and silently planned the way to attack in his heart, avoiding the aorta, and doing as much as possible. Reduce bleeding and act quickly.

At the beginning, the patient only felt a chill on his stomach, as if something had been lifted. After he reacted, the pain swept him instantly, followed by an unstoppable sense of fear.

His stomach was actually opened? !Can he still live like this?

Probably aware of the patient's nervousness, Song Qing said coldly: "It's up to people to make things happen. Don't use too much force. If you use force, you will bleed more."

Song Qinghan's attitude seemed to have a kind of magical power, which could easily infect patients in desperate situations. After hearing what he said, the patient took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, stared blankly at the ceiling, and endured the excruciating pain Only when it is really unbearable, do you cry out in pain.

Luo Haiyun was also a little unexpected, but he didn't expect Song Qinghan to be so decisive, saying that he would cut someone's belly open, which is more cold-blooded than a butcher. You know, even a seasoned butcher, before killing a pig He wanted to burn incense, bathe, pray, and then harden his heart to take the knife, but Song Qinghan didn't react at all when he took the knife just now, as if the person under him was just a lifeless thing.

Song Qinghan focused on surgery and didn't have extra time to deal with Luo Haiyun, but Yuan Wenxuan was different. While watching Song Qinghan's movements, he looked at the burning condition of the cigarette. Occasionally, when he caught sight of Luo Haiyun, he knew how to remind him: " Doctor Luo, this operation is not a small one, you should pay more attention, as long as you don't block Master's movements, you can step forward to help the patient feel the pulse."

Luo Haiyun, who was recalled by Yuan Wenxuan, hurriedly sterilized his hands following Song Qinghan's example, walked over to the side, picked up the patient's hand, and slowly felt the pulse.

This time, he was even more surprised.

The patient's bleeding was not small, but his pulse was still steady, completely different from what he had imagined.

A stick of incense passed, the patient's face became paler and more and more drops of sweat dripped from Song Qinghan's forehead.

I don't know where Song Qinghan touched it, but the patient's blood suddenly increased and kept gushing out, soaking the bed sheet and falling to the ground.

Rao Yuan Wenxuan had never personally performed such a major operation, and he also saw that something went wrong, so he couldn't help feeling tense in his heart, and sweated for Song Qinghan.

Luo Haiyun noticed Yuan Wenxuan's expression, felt the patient's pulse carefully, and suddenly reminded him: "His pulse has weakened, and his vitality has been seriously injured."

Song Qinghan's face darkened, and his eyes seemed to be surging with a dark tide.

Without precision instruments, even if he lowered his heart rate and kept himself in a robot-like state, he still couldn't move accurately to the millimeter. Just now, he accidentally touched the patient's artery, so the blood suddenly increased.

In fact, the operation has been done, and now it is only necessary to stop the bleeding and suture the patient.

Just looking at the speed of blood flow, he was very worried that when he sutured the patient well, the patient would die of hemorrhage.

It would be great if there is a blood bag, as long as there is suitable blood to supplement, the patient will definitely survive, he promises!

Many thoughts flashed through Song Qinghan's mind, but his hands didn't stop. The needle and thread had already passed through the patient's stomach, and it only took a while for him to be done.

However, the patient seemed to have realized something, smiled weakly, and said softly to Song Qinghan: "Doctor, you have tried your best, no matter what happens in a while, I will not blame you..."

"do not speak!"

Song Qinghan's eyebrows twitched, and he suddenly shouted in a cold voice, watching the movement of his hand without blinking, and quickly sewed up the last stitch.

"Bowl, bring a clean bowl!"

He ordered to Luo Haiyun, his eyes were bloodshot and his expression was horrifying.

Although Luo Haiyun was stunned, he ran out very obediently, and took back a bowl within a moment.

Seeing Song Qinghan moving something with a long and thin object, Yuan Wenxuan took the bowl directly and sterilized it.

Song Qinghan frowned tightly, looked at the thin tube in his hand, raised his hand, and cut a hole directly above the bowl with a knife, letting his own blood flow into the bowl.

Yuan Wenxuan's hand trembled and almost smashed the bowl, he said in shock, "Master! This is you!"

Luo Haiyun couldn't understand anyway, so he continued to help the patient feel his pulse, and said, "His pulse is almost gone."

Song Qinghan turned his head and glanced at the patient with a calm face and closed eyes, his lips were pursed into a straight line, and there was a look of determination in his eyes.

Seeing that his blood was almost bleeding, Song Qinghan directly pressed the wound with gauze, walked towards the patient with fresh blood, poked the thin tube in his hand into the patient's vein, and introduced the blood in the bowl into the patient in the body.

This is a stupid way, so the blood transfusion speed is naturally not as fast as the modern hanging bottle, but after seeing the blood in the bowl was significantly reduced, Song Qinghan was still relieved.

Now it seems that the only thing I need to worry about is the problem of blood type matching. The reason why I use my own blood is because I am an omnipotent O-type blood in modern times, but my body has been changed, and I don’t know if my blood type will happen. Variety.

There is no blood type testing machine here, so he has no choice but to take a risk.