Chapter 54 Don’t want to give up!

The doctor at the pharmacy heard this and hurried over. He saw the blood on the two people and the pale face of the child and said hurriedly:

"Hurry up, put it on the bed."

There were two small beds near the window of the pharmacy, and the doctor pointed to one of them.

The man hastily put the child down, sweating profusely:

"Doctor, the child accidentally cut his hand, please save him quickly..."

"At first he told me he was in pain, but then I couldn't wake him up..."

The doctor was over fifty years old, with gray hair. He seemed used to this kind of thing, and spoke in a calm voice:

"Don't worry, I'll take his pulse first."

Xia Liang: What? Pulse diagnosis?

"Doctor, this child's wound is bleeding very fast. His face is pale and he has lost too much blood. Let's stop the bleeding first."

Xia Liang followed in. It’s true that Chinese medicine doctors check the pulse first, but it also depends on the specific situation, right?

Besides, the child only had a hard injury, just an external trauma, which can be seen at a glance. If the doctor doesn't stop the bleeding quickly, does he want the child to die from excessive blood loss?

Even if a pulse diagnosis is needed, it is not too late to stop the bleeding first and then follow the procedures.

"What do you know, little girl? Look, smell, ask, and feel. Nothing can be left out."

The doctor rolled his eyes at Xia Liang and spoke slowly.

Xia Liang glanced at the silver needles on his desk and without saying a word went over to pick up a few.

"You...what are you going to do, little girl?"

Although the old lady was about to take the pulse, Xia Liang's words still made him unhappy. He has been practicing medicine for so many years, and it is not his turn to have a little girl pointing fingers in front of him.

So when he saw Xia Liang taking her silver needle, he immediately scolded her.

"Save people."

While Xia Liang was speaking, he had already reached the bed.

"You...you little girl, don't mess around."

Xia Liang didn't care about all this. The child's condition was very serious and the bleeding had to be stopped immediately and then the child had to go to the hospital for a blood transfusion.

Judging from the family's conditions, they should be far away from here.

She grasped the child's arm with one hand, and several silver needles fell quickly.

The blood on the wrapping cloth was obviously fading much slower.

Before the child's father could even react, Xia Liang had already finished the injection.

When he came back to his senses, he saw Xia Liang untying his bandages.

"Little girl, don't..."

"Uncle, the bleeding has stopped. I want to take a look at his wound. By the way, how did you get here? Your son has lost too much blood and needs a blood transfusion immediately."

The child's father didn't know how to give a blood transfusion, so he looked at the old doctor out of habit.

"Hmph. We can't give you a blood transfusion here. If you need a blood transfusion, go to the hospital."

The old doctor snorted coldly. He knew how to give a blood transfusion.

Seeing that the old doctor didn't say anything, the child's father became anxious:

"I'm going to the health center. I came here in a bullock cart. Now I'm..."

The speed of the ox cart was still too slow. Xia Liang didn't even raise his head. He simply took a quick look at the wound. The cut was a bit deep and would require surgery to fully recover.

"Go to the hospital first and save the child's life first."

Xia Liang raised her head and looked at the doctor:

"Give me some gauze and iodine."

Although the doctor was unhappy with Xia Liang's approach, he did not make things difficult for her at this time.

Seeing Xia Liang bandaging the wound skillfully, the doctor's eyes flickered.

"Uncle, let me take you there."

The child was now unconscious and naturally couldn't sit in the back by himself, so Xia Liang could only take care of the two of them.

Fortunately, the road was flat. Even with two people and nearly 200 kilograms of weight behind him, Xia Liang was still very tired.

Panting, she wiped the sweat from her forehead and ran in with them.

After explaining the situation, the doctor frowned in embarrassment: "There is no blood here."

It is normal for such a small clinic to not have a blood bank.

"Then test the child's father's, and mine as well."

Xia Liang spoke decisively, and the doctor nodded and took blood from the three people for testing.

Xia Liang thought of the wound on the child's hand, and it seemed that the injury was to the tendons.

"Uncle, your son's wound was cut quite deep. If we only sew up the outside, his hand may not be as flexible after it recovers. The safest solution is to go to a big hospital for surgery, what do you think..."

The child is still so young, even though it is his left hand, but...

"Little girl, it's too late."

The doctor who had just spoken sighed and examined the child:

"This kind of surgery requires at least going to the province, but there is only one bus from here to the province in the morning, and there are no cars."

"Even if you find the car, the best time to perform surgery is within six hours, which is long past that time."

This……

Xia Liang forgot about the current traffic problem.

But looking at this child, who was so young and already had a chronic illness, Xia Liang still felt very sorry.

I don't know if the master can help me.

Xia Liang thought for a moment, if the master had a way, there would definitely be enough time.

The most urgent task is to give the child a blood transfusion. Saving his life is the most important thing.

…

When she returned, Xia Liang felt very heavy-hearted.

The uncle's blood type is the same as the child's, but hers doesn't match.

The uncle also said that it is enough to just sew it like this, as a child from the countryside will not need his left hand in the future.

Xia Liang said that there was a Chinese medicine doctor in Yangliu Village who might be able to help, but the uncle refused.

The child was still sleeping. Looking at that innocent little face, Xia Liang felt very sad.

This child's hand should not be given up like this.

After this happened, Xia Liang was no longer in the mood to continue shopping.

She went directly to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy food. Considering the poor health of several elderly people, she bought white flour and fine cornmeal.

"What's wrong? Who made you unhappy? Liangliang?"

Xia Liang went directly to the cowshed, put it away carefully, and went inside.

"Master, it's nothing. Ning Zhiyuan gave me some tickets, and I bought some flour and cornmeal and put them in the cupboard."

"Zhiyuan gave it to you?"

Elder Lu smiled kindly and said, "That child looks good, Liangliang. If he gives it to you, just keep it."

Xia Liang treated his injuries but didn't charge him for the treatment? He could just treat it as the treatment fee.

"Who offended you when you went to town?" Seeing that Xia Liang was in a bad mood, Mr. Lu asked worriedly.

"It's nothing, actually. Didn't I go up the mountain to look for medicine for Ning Zhiyuan a while ago? I dug up a lot of herbs at the time and sold them at the pharmacy. When I came out, I saw a child who had injured his left hand and was bleeding badly. The hospital staff said he needed surgery to recover, but the child's father only asked for a simple bandage. I felt sorry for the child."

Xia Liang briefly talked about what happened today, and Mr. Lu sighed:

"It's not easy now. Not only is it a long journey to the province, but the cost of treatment is also a big problem. The father of the child probably can't afford that much money, right?"

Xia Liang nodded, but still unwillingly said, "Master, can you do anything about this kind of injury?"