When a person is dying, their breathing will gradually stop, but he was clearly different from before, and his eyes gradually became focused.
"My God!" The nurse, who had been crying, covered her mouth.
She also understood the reactions of some people when they were dying. How come they couldn't do it just now, but they can now?
"I really can save him." Bai Yan turned around and looked at the old dean pleadingly: "Could you prepare a simple operating room for me? I also need two assistants, right away." He's only hanging on by a thread; without treatment, he'll still die.
"Okay." The old dean immediately agreed after seeing her demonstrate her skills: "I'll be your assistant. Xiaoqin, Xiaomeng, you two come too."
After pushing the person into the operating room, Bai Yan exposed the wound on his body: "This part of the rotten flesh needs to be removed."
Nurse Xiaoqin said, "We've run out of anesthesia. If we dig it out by hand, it will hurt like hell." The incision in the intestines will really hurt like hell. Even if it doesn't hurt like hell, his struggle during the surgery will directly lead to the failure of the surgery.
Bai Yan thought for a moment: "Do you have any silver needles?"
The old dean asked, "Are you talking about the silver needles used in traditional Chinese medicine?"
“We Western medicine practitioners don’t have this.” Xiaoqin looked at Bai Yan with some suspicion: “You’re not a fraud, are you?” When the hospital was short-staffed before, they had considered recruiting TCM doctors, but many of them were just charlatans.
"Yes!" The dean glanced at Xiaoqin: "Go get it from my office drawer."
"Go quickly!"
Xiaoqin had no choice but to go, even though she was reluctant. She felt that the old director was just trying anything... Traditional Chinese medicine practitioners are quite good at deceiving people, just like that guy who swindled people before.
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