258 Ping An Surgeon

Sun Sicheng said, "Master Chen, do you know that if your child really has a serious intestinal abscess, it may be difficult to treat?"

Chen Fugui fell to his knees again, tears streaming down his face, "I know, of course I know, one of my brothers died of this disease when he was a child, it only took one night, but he didn't meet the eldest master, eldest master, you must be able to save my son, poor Chen family only has this one child."

Sun Sicheng sighed: "Ping An, what do you think?"

Ping'an was also in a dilemma. He had no idea how many appendectomies he had performed in his previous life. But things were different in ancient times. Many things were too simple, including medicines.

"Master, if he is treated, Master Chen has more than a 50% chance of survival. If he is not treated, he may not survive for more than a day."

Chen Fugui's tears flowed even faster: "Master, please save my son. He has fainted twice from the pain."

"Master Chen, please don't cry. Listen to me. I can treat your son safely with my apprentice. But the intestinal abscess has reached this stage and has been causing pain for two hours in a row. It can be said to be quite serious. The only way to treat it is to remove it."

Chen Fugui opened his mouth wide. He knew what kind of surgery the eldest son and his apprentice could perform. After all, it was just cutting human flesh. He had heard of it before, but he was still afraid when it came to cutting his son.

Ping An said, "Master Chen, let me tell you this, a small part of Master Chen's intestines is damaged. If we delay any further, the damaged part will be filled with pus and may cause intestinal obstruction. In serious cases, the liver, kidneys, heart and lungs will be damaged. At that time, even laparotomy will be useless."

Ping An's words were very direct, and Chen Fugui certainly understood them. He asked repeatedly, "Master, Master, if my son's abdomen is not opened now, there is no chance of him surviving. If his abdomen is opened, there is still more than a 50% chance of him surviving?"

Ping An nodded: "Yes, Master, if he agrees, you have to let him sign the agreement. My master can't guarantee that the person can be saved. Let me be frank with you. If we can't save him, you can't blame us. Don't mess around in the clinic."

Chen Fugui saw Sun Sicheng nodding at him, and it was obvious that what his apprentice said was what he wanted to say.

He gritted his teeth and tears welled up: "I will treat it, I will sign it, and I also ask the eldest son and the young master to quickly replace my son."

He couldn't finish saying the word seppuku.

But he also took the words of the eldest son's disciple to heart. If it was too late, other organs would be damaged and there would be no need to perform the operation, the person would die immediately.

He, Chen Fugui, was known as Chen Baiwan. Unfortunately, with a fortune of millions, he only had one precious son. He had seven or eight concubines who gave birth to six daughters, and only his original wife gave birth to this precious child, but he never felt happy again from then on.

"Master Chen, please go back to the clinic and discuss with your family, and prepare a few dozen candles. It's getting dark, and we can't wait until tomorrow. We'll prepare the medical kit and we'll be there soon."

"Hey, hey, I know, I know." Chen Fugui crawled away, there was no need to discuss it, he was the boss of the Chen family.

He was so worried about his son that he didn't know how much pain the child was in.

"Ping An, we have only performed some operations on hands and legs. We have never done seppuku. We are going to cut the intestines. The master is a little scared. Ping An, if you were to do it, would you be confident?"

Ping An nodded: "Master, let me do the cutting. We can't delay any longer. The longer we delay, the more difficult it will be."

Ming Wanli and He Jin both looked at Ping An as if he were a monster, and he even talked about seppuku as if it were the same as killing a chicken.

The eldest son has been studying medicine for more than 20 years, but Young Master Ping'an has only been studying medicine for five years. Even with the guidance of an expert, he was only six or seven years old at that time.

Generally, children aged six or seven still need to be coaxed by their parents.

What a strange man! Master Ping An is truly a strange man.

The master and the disciple hurriedly checked their respective medical boxes. They each now had three medical boxes. They made sure that all the surgical tools and the best anesthetics were there. The county clinics might sometimes be out of stock, and low-end anesthetics would not work for this kind of surgery.

"What are you still standing there for? Wanli, go and ask Ruyi and Qingshi to follow you. Hejin, go and inform the yamen runners to leave tomorrow. We have things to do in Yunzhou anyway."

He Jin ran out immediately.

When Sun Sicheng and his companions arrived at Baicaotang, the sound of a woman crying could be heard in the hall. Ping'an was a little panicked. Could something have happened to her in such a short while?

That's really a pity.

When Master Chen saw the eldest son coming, he rushed over and said, "Eldest son, my son is in so much pain that he can't stand it any more."

Sun Sicheng saw the man lying on a bench in the hall. He was in so much pain that he was almost unconscious, and his gums were bleeding from biting them.

He hurriedly took his pulse and fortunately, it was not too bad.

"Ruyi, the rest of you carry the man to the emergency room. Uncle Bao, does the medical hall have the best anesthetic?"

Shopkeeper Bao quickly responded, "Yes, we have everything."

Sun Sicheng didn't even bother to say hello and named a string of medicines. These were all needed and were available in the clinic, so he didn't need to use the ones in the medical box. After all, the ones in the medical box were for emergencies.

The emergency room in the county town was not as spacious as the one in the state capital. Ping An had the bed moved and two rows of candles lit. Suddenly, the entire operating room was as bright as day.

"Master, please use my surgical tools."

"Okay, everyone go out, leaving only Ruyi and Qingshi inside." Sun Sicheng and Ping'an checked the things they would need later and placed them one by one on the table beside them.

Shopkeeper Bao brought the medicine in and pulled Sun Sicheng aside: "My eldest grandson is studying medicine behind me now, and he also wants to come in and see me, is that possible?"

Sun Sicheng said, "It's not okay to be timid. The most taboo during surgery is making noise."

"No, no, he is brave enough and a calm person."

"Then let him in. The rest of you, please stay ten feet away from the door, immediately."

A quarter of an hour later, Young Master Chen had fallen into a deep sleep.

All five people in the room put on masks over clean outer garments.

Ping An and Qing Shi stripped the boy of his clothes, leaving only his underwear down to his hips. This was because ancient people were too conservative, otherwise Ping An would have made the boy naked to make the operation more convenient.

Qingshi helped to disinfect the skin. After disinfection, Ping'an used a silver needle to give him local anesthesia again. It would not be enough to rely solely on oral anesthetics for such a major operation.

At this time, Sun Sicheng had already disinfected the knife with alcohol again: "Ping An, you do the surgery."

Bao Wenzhu's eyes widened. The eldest son actually let his young apprentice perform the operation?

He glanced at Ruyi and the other young man and saw that they seemed to be used to it and didn't take it seriously at all.

There was no time to waste in ensuring safety, as the anesthetic could not wait for anyone. This amount would only last for an hour and a half, so he did not dare to overdose, as the boy was already dying from the torture of his appendix.

Sun Sicheng used silver needles to insert more than a dozen needles around the right lower abdomen to prevent heavy bleeding.

Ping An picked up the scalpel and made a horizontal incision in the lower right abdomen. Bao Wenzhu widened his eyes and watched the boy cut the skin layer by layer and then peel off the muscles layer by layer.

He only felt something rising up to his throat, but he suppressed it desperately and stood obediently at the very outside. At the same time, an indescribable excitement filled his heart.