Chapter 245 A Rare Medical Master
Du Ruoxia quickly poured in the hemostatic powder that had already been opened.
With the help of the hemostatic powder, the terrifying fountain of blood slowly began to solidify.
Once the blood had completely clotted, Du Ruoxia began to disinfect and bandage the soldier's chest wound.
This treatment was extremely dangerous; the slightest carelessness could have severed his major artery, causing massive bleeding or even death.
If the membrane of the heart is damaged, the consequences are even more unimaginable.
Originally healthy soldiers may even develop serious heart disease as a result, and will never be able to engage in strenuous exercise again.
After Du Ruoxia thoroughly cleaned the wounds of the second soldier, her back was soaked with sweat.
Du Ruoxia has performed countless surgeries, but she has never been as nervous as she is today.
This is not only an unfamiliar field, but every move she makes also means a life is in her hands.
The slightest carelessness could cost a soldier his life.
Although their lives would have been in danger anyway if she hadn't intervened, Du Ruoxia simply couldn't accept that they would die at her hands.
Every soldier is a precious life, and Du Ruoxia couldn't bear to watch them die, nor could she accept it mentally.
"Carry this soldier down, and bring another soldier up. Be quick, don't waste everyone's time!"
Du Ruoxia urged loudly, and the soldiers guarding the side quickly cooperated.
First, the patient who had recovered was temporarily carried away and placed on a stretcher to rest.
They then carried the previously wounded soldiers upstairs.
The soldier was more seriously injured. When he was carried up, he was in so much pain that his eyes were vacant and his gaze began to wander.
His eyes were blankly staring at the ceiling, his pupils completely unfocused.
Blood was still gushing from his wound, and his condition looked very bad.
Du Ruoxia left him to be treated later because his condition was very complicated, and she had not yet thought of a treatment method.
Du Ruoxia didn't want to waste this time, so she could only think while performing the surgery.
Even after the other two soldiers were carried away, Du Ruoxia's mind was still somewhat confused.
The moment the soldier was carried up, Du Ruoxia's eyes sharpened, and she instantly seemed like a different person.
The soldier had a total of four gunshot wounds: two on his left and right thighs, one on his arm, and one in his lower abdomen.
As we all know, the human abdomen is very soft, and it is full of organs and intestines.
The bullet entered his body very quickly the moment it hit.
The bullet left only a small gash on the outside of his abdomen, from which blood was still gushing out.
Du Ruoxia had already applied a small amount of hemostatic powder to him to prevent excessive bleeding and to prevent the wound from completely healing and becoming undetectable.
Du Ruoxia gently pressed on his stomach, and the soldier, who had just been lying silently on the operating table, groaned in pain, blood instantly spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Du Ruoxia's delicate eyebrows furrowed even more, and the others were also shocked.
There was a hint of fear in the eyes of the soldiers watching, who were afraid that Du Ruoxia might accidentally kill one of them.
But if he really died, it must have been because his injuries were too severe, and it had nothing to do with Dr. Du.
Du Ruoxia grabbed his wrist and carefully took his pulse.
The soldier's pulse was very erratic, and his condition was clearly not good.
His breathing became rapid and his heart began to beat faster, which were signs of impending death.
The soldier's injuries were very serious, more serious than she had imagined.
His injury cannot be moved or touched, otherwise it will completely flare up.
After learning about his situation, Du Ruoxia immediately took out silver needles and sealed the acupoints on his wound to stop the bleeding.
Du Ruoxia did not start with other easily removable bullet wounds, as she had done with the previous soldiers.
She administered anesthesia to the soldier and immediately began the surgery.
The soldier's abdominal wound is fatal and requires immediate treatment; otherwise, his life will be in danger.
After Du Ruoxia used silver needles to stop the bleeding, the soldier's condition seemed to improve slightly.
Just as everyone was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he began to cough up blood intermittently again.
Seeing this situation, everyone felt very anxious.
But they dared not speak or urge them.
If even Dr. Du can't handle this condition, then no one can cure it; perhaps this is just his fate.
Du Ruoxia pinched the soldier's arm a few times to make sure the anesthetic was working before starting the surgery.
The scalpel cut open the soldier's abdomen, and the condition was worse than she had imagined.
The bullet penetrated too deeply, damaging some internal organs. If he hadn't been lucky enough to avoid being hit in vital areas, he probably wouldn't have survived until now and would have been a corpse.
The soldier's stomach was a bloody mess, and Du Ruoxia suddenly felt at a loss.
Her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, but her hands never stopped moving.
The soldier had too many injuries in his abdominal cavity, and blood was oozing from many places.
The scene before them was extremely bloody and horrific, and some soldiers couldn't help but feel nauseous and vomit upon seeing it.
This kind of psychological discomfort is something the body cannot control.
Some soldiers who didn't initially have such a strong reaction became very uncomfortable due to the influence of others.
"If you can't stand it, turn around and don't vomit here and bother me."
Du Ruoxia gave the order bluntly, and only then did everyone realize that their behavior was inappropriate.
Many people became much more obedient, consciously turning their backs and not daring to look anymore.
Without their interference, the entire treatment process went much more smoothly.
Du Ruoxia kept a straight face and a very serious expression.
Through her persistent search, she finally found the bullet hidden deep inside the soldier's stomach.
The bullets, stained with blood, were picked out and placed on a stainless steel tray.
Du Ruoxia cleaned up all the wounds on the soldier's abdomen and stopped the bleeding before letting out a long sigh of relief.
Once the most difficult problem was solved, everything else became much simpler.
Du Ruoxia quickly removed the other two bullets and bandaged the wounds. The soldier, who had just looked like he was about to die, came back to life.
His eyes were no longer those of a dead fish; although he was still very weak, he was much more lively than before.
"Go back and take good care of yourself. Pay attention to a light diet these few days and rest in bed for three days. I guarantee you'll be full of energy again after you're alone."
Du Ruoxia noticed that the soldier was in low spirits and said a few words of encouragement.
The soldier forced a smile, and a hint of color returned to his pale face.
"Thank you, Dr. Du."
Despite his physical discomfort, he weakly thanked Du Ruoxia.
He was so badly injured during the mission that he thought he was going to die, but he never expected to come back alive.
I've always heard other soldiers say that Dr. Du is a highly skilled doctor, a rare medical genius.
He used to just laugh it off when he heard it, without taking it seriously.
But this time, he truly felt how capable Dr. Du was.
Despite her frail and thin frame, she single-handedly pulled him back from the brink of death.
"This is my job. You don't need to thank me. Just live well."
Du Ruoxia smiled slightly and had him carried away.
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