Chapter 264 Not Twins
"Are you talking about twins?" Mr. Xie finally calmed down while sitting next to Ye Xiaomei.
"no."
"Hiss." Elder Xie seemed to be thinking about something, frowning and looking at Ye Xiaomei carefully: "You are not researching some new field of medicine, are you?"
Ye Xiaomei shook her head, but Xie Lao's reminder reminded her of something:
"Teacher Xie, come on, have you ever heard of plastic surgery?"
Mr. Xie's pupils shrank: "Girl, how did you know this technology? It exists in foreign countries, but our conditions are too poor, so if we want to introduce it, it will probably take at least a few years."
That’s not right, Ye Xiaomei wondered. She had thought of that at the beginning, plastic surgery, but height is not an easy thing to change.
Just then, the door of the operating room opened and Ye Xiaomei hurriedly got up.
Ma Qijun was shirtless, with a thick gauze wrapped around his upper left collarbone, and his face had never been so pale.
There was a blood bag hanging above the bed and a saline needle in the hand.
The attending doctor sighed and said, "He lost too much blood. This is already a 1,000-pack of blood. If the wound gets seriously infected, it will be dangerous."
Ye Xiaomei felt a dull pain in her heart after hearing this, and she even forgot why she hated him.
"Don't worry, girl. This thief is very tough. Even Prince Yan's Palace doesn't dare to accept him." Old Xie comforted her. Perhaps he felt that his words of comfort were not appropriate, and he carefully observed the changes in Ye Xiaomei's expression.
Unexpectedly, Ye Xiaomei suddenly regained consciousness: "Thank you, teacher. Please prescribe five yuan of musk and one yuan of cinnabar for me."
When Mr. Xie saw this girl, he didn't seem to be so emotional. The man was half dead. If it were another woman, she would probably lie on the bed and cry her heart out. He didn't expect that she was thinking about the prescription:
"Don't use this recipe too much. It's poisonous."
"Yeah." Ye Xiaomei nodded, her eyes never leaving Ma Qijun's face:
"But Chinese medicine is both poison and medicine. This method can change the environment of his wound to prevent infection."
Why didn't we realize he was so badly injured when we saw him holding his head high in the police station? How did he hold on?
Isn't he afraid of death?
Mr. Xie nodded silently. In fact, few people would use this prescription easily. After all, cinnabar is poisonous. This girl is really a good candidate for studying medicine. Her method is direct, simple and effective.
As soon as Mr. Xie left, Ye Xiaomei's phone rang.
It was Heizi who called: "How is the old man?"
Ye Xiaomei spoke frankly. Judging from the condition, if he doesn't have a fever tonight, the wound was treated well. If it gets infected and inflamed, he will definitely have a high fever, and it will be difficult to say when he can recover.
Heizi sighed, as if there was something urgent that needed Ma Qijun's decision.
"What's wrong? Tell me first, and I'll tell your boss when he wakes up."
Heizi then told the truth: "Sister-in-law, I'm telling you not to spread the word. Xue Wenhao, who was arrested and brought back to justice, kept saying that the boss accepted bribes. This is obviously an attempt to drag the boss into this."
When he said this, Kuroko's voice was low and trembling:
"Sister-in-law, you have to ask the boss about this. If the matter gets out of hand, the boss will be finished."
Ye Xiaomei was not surprised, she had known about this for a long time, and Heizi thought she was completely unaware of it.
"I see."
Heizi was stunned for a moment. Just four words?
Before hanging up the phone, Ye Xiaomei was still thinking, if Ma Qijun did it on purpose for the mission, then there must be at least a supervisor who knows the truth to guarantee it, otherwise the matter cannot be explained.
Looking at Ma Qijun again, his face was pale and his breathing was weak, and the blood in the blood bag was quickly used up.
While the nurse was coming to remove the needle, Ye Xiaomei asked about the situation:
"When will he wake up?"
The nurse said as she packed up the blood bag, "I don't know. It depends on him. If he still doesn't wake up by this time tomorrow, I'm afraid I'll have to ask the attending physician for clarification."
Ye Xiaomei fell into deep thought. If no one knew about Ma Qijun's actions, then he...
"Ye Xiaomei?"
Just as she was thinking about it, someone came. Ye Xiaomei raised her eyes and saw, isn’t this Ye Jin?
She handed me two small packages: "I brought them from Mr. Xie for you."
"Thank you."
Ye Xiaomei took it and put her hands into the pockets of her white coat, pouting:
"Your husband?"
Ye Xiaomei nodded.
Ye Jin obviously had no intention of leaving, and even brought a stool and sat down:
"Your husband is quite handsome."
Ye Xiaomei said nothing.
"I heard that he was promoted to the title of regiment commander?"
Ye Xiaomei couldn't help but frown. What on earth did she want to say?
"What a pity! I asked the attending physician and he said your husband's injury has been delayed for too long."
Then what? Ye Xiaomei raised her eyes, sitting on a chair with her legs crossed, and said in a very relaxed manner:
"You know the attending physician is still in a meeting because the bullet in your husband's body has not been removed yet."
After hearing this, Ye Xiaomei frowned in astonishment. Didn't take it out?
Ye Xiaomei felt very ironic looking at the two small medicine bags in her hand, because these topical medicines would be useless if the source of infection was not resolved first.
"What do you mean?" Ye Xiaomei's hands were shaking a little.
If it cannot be taken out, it will be difficult to wake up tomorrow, let alone stay alive.
Ye Xiaomei looked at the sleeping Ma Qijun in shock. His breath was so weak that it seemed like he would die at any time.
Ye Jin stood up slowly and said calmly: "You also know medicine, I will take you to the lecture."
Ye Xiaomei couldn't wait to follow Ye Jin to the small conference room.
The lighting was dim, with only a projection on the board in front of them. The two of them sat stealthily in the corner.
"The shadowed part is exactly where the bullet tip is. The left side is close to the coronary artery, and the right side is the aorta. The meridian is three millimeters below. If surgery is performed, there will probably be internal bleeding. Even with the latest minimally invasive ice blade technology, it is difficult to ensure..."
Ye Xiaomei's pupils shrank.
Ye Jin whispered, "Didn't you say something about non-invasive surgery? If you have any suggestions, be brave and speak up."
Ye Xiaomei didn't have time to figure out Ye Jin's thoughts. Although she knew what she was thinking as soon as she heard it, she was still very curious about the non-invasive technology she proposed.
At this time, a male doctor in the front row stood up and said, "Doctor Lin, everyone feels that this operation is extremely risky. Why don't we take a step back and do it without the bullet? Our purpose is to save lives, not to kill."
Discussions arose.
——Yes, if I don’t move, maybe I can save my life.
——But what if a secondary infection occurs? Wouldn’t that directly lead to heart failure?
--yes.
In an instant, the medical staff in the venue formed two schools.
Someone also brought up a foreigner named Christine, who said he was shot on the battlefield and the bullet was in his stomach, and he missed his 95-year-old self.
Gynecologists also said that the IUD can be kept in the body for ten to twenty years.
"Ye Xiaomei, what do you think?"
Ye Jin asked in a low voice.
Ye Xiaomei glanced at Ye Jin calmly. Non-invasive surgery requires a sickbed environment. What an idiot.
At this moment, Ye Xiaomei's clear voice rang out:
“I recommend against a second surgery.”
After this statement was made, many people suggested not to take risks.
Ye Jin's pupils shrank: "Don't you know about non-invasive treatment? Why don't you take the lead?"
Ye Xiaomei curled the corners of her lips:
"There is no non-invasive or bloodless surgery in Western medicine."
Ye Jin's pupils shrank: "Ye Xiaomei, wait a minute..."
At this time, Ye Xiaomei had already walked out of the spring door. As Ye Jin chased out, the door opened and closed, and the sound of discussion inside was blocked.
"Ye Xiaomei, is it true that ice knives cannot be used during heart surgery?"
Ye Xiaomei suddenly stopped and looked at Ye Jin as if he was an idiot:
"You are not a professional doctor, are you?"
Ye Jin suddenly froze on the spot, his head buzzing.
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