Will definitely survive
"Is there any other way, Weiwei?" The woman's voice came, and Su Yunwei raised her eyes in response. After meeting her eyes for a moment, she turned her head stiffly, her eyes locked on the medicine box in the corner.
Antibiotics. There are still a few antibiotics in the medicine box!
If I give it to Ming Zhao, maybe he will get better, but when I use it... there is no more left!
That was her last resort, perhaps her only guarantee for remaining in this feudal society. If she used it on him today, there would be no chance for a replacement. Homemade antibiotics? She was afraid she didn't have the ability to do that!
But besides giving him intravenous antibiotics, is there any other way? Only with antibiotics can we kill the tetanus bacteria remaining deep in his wound. Only then will he have a chance of survival!
She had originally decided not to use these things. When she was cleaning the wound, she was even reluctant to use the iodine, alcohol, and cotton swabs in the medicine box.
Now I have to take out the only few antibiotics in the medicine box.
Help! ! !
Su Yunwei's heart raced! She screamed! "Mom, I want to go home!!"
Her gaze involuntarily drifted to the weak man on the bed. He was struggling hard, staring with his round eyes, looking like he was longing for life.
Su Yunwei's heart sank suddenly, as if she had fallen into an endless hell. Her heart tightened. She quickly turned her eyes away, trying to avoid the pair of eyes that depended on her.
The hands hanging at her sides were clenched into fists. She closed her eyes, and a clear voice was turning in her mind: could she really just watch someone die and not help?
Is it really possible?
well!
Finally, she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
The clenched hands hanging at his sides slowly loosened.
Forget it, just die!
Let's use it first! There's always a way out. Why worry about something that hasn't happened yet? Let's get through this first.
"Don't be afraid," Su Yunwei made up his mind and turned to look at Fu Mingyue, whose eyes were blurred with tears. His tone was steady, with a reassuring sense of strength.
She strode over and brought the medicine box over, rolled up her wide sleeves, squatted down without hesitation, opened the medicine box neatly, and quickly found her baby's antibiotics and infusion pump, as well as the iodine and cotton swabs that she was reluctant to use at first, and some necessary supplies for injections.
Looking at the things in her hand, Su Yun thought to herself: I really need to be thankful that she was summoned when she went to the countryside. If it was any other time, let alone antibiotics, I'm afraid Ming Zhao would be sentenced to death as soon as she came here.
Under Fu Mingyue's nervous gaze, Su Yunwei ripped Ming Zhao's shirt open again, revealing a muscular arm. She stretched out her hand and carefully examined the arm's integrity. It was smooth, white, and without a single blemish.
The key point was his clearly visible thick vein. It was really to Su Yunwei's liking!
After selecting the needle insertion position, she began to fiddle with her infusion set.
Fu Mingyue was originally squatting on the side, but now she didn't care about any etiquette at all and sat down on the ground. She blinked her eyes and stared at the object in Su Yunwei's hand, as if that was Mingzhao's last chance of life.
She knew that the doctor she summoned had many strange things and his treatment methods were also very different. In addition to Mingzhao, her grandmother's illness was also like this. So many imperial doctors in the palace were helpless, but she just said that eating more coarse food would heal.
Now, she took out these strange things again. Fu Mingyue couldn't help but think deeply: "Su Yunwei! Who on earth are you?"
Su Yunwei expelled the air from the infusion tube, hung the infusion bottle on the hook at the head of the bed, then held Ming Zhao's wrist, quickly tied a tourniquet, disinfected the skin with iodine, held his breath, found the puncture position, and steadily inserted the needle tip into the selected vein.
When the dark red blood instantly flowed back into the capillary tube, Su Yunwei breathed a sigh of relief, quickly loosened the tourniquet, fixed the needle with tape, and then gently opened the valve of the infusion set.
Drop by drop... drop by drop... drop by drop... of the medicine began to flow into Mingzhao's body continuously through this path of life.
In the dim and gloomy room, the light was weak and blurry. An alien from another world, who didn't fit in, was holding a bottle of infusion that spanned the ages. With this small amount of medicine, he quietly changed the fate of an ordinary person.
Fu Mingyue tilted her neck back, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and then turned her gaze to Mingzhao.
Ming Zhao! You will definitely survive.
Su Yunwei finished the operation, raised her head and watched the medicine in the infusion bottle flow towards Ming Zhao, and she gently exhaled.
As the medicine was injected, the man's breathing seemed to become slightly steadier, and there was a hint of relief in his unbearable expression.
Su Yunwei seemed to be infected with fatigue, and a huge sense of emptiness and inexplicable complex emotions enveloped her whole body.
Once the arrow is shot, there's no turning back. Let's leave the remaining antibiotics to Ming Zhao.
well! !
Uncomfortable.
She lowered her head and said softly, "I've given you the medicine to save your life. The rest depends on you."
"Come on! Hang in there!"
Su Yunwei patted Fu Mingyue's shoulder and said softly, "I have something to tell you."
Fu Mingyue sniffed: "Okay, then I'll go out with you."
She knew that Mingzhao needed to rest.
The two of them immediately tiptoed out of the house.
Su Yunwei: "The medicine has been given to Mingzhao. Whether it works or not depends on his luck."
It was tetanus, late-stage tetanus at that. She did everything she should and shouldn't do. Even if it was useless in the end, she had a clear conscience.
Fu Mingyue glanced at the door worriedly. Fate? How many more of these teasing fates would he have to endure?
Once the pride of the nation, he has now become a destitute and miserable person. It is likely that his fate is full of misfortunes and he has no luck at all.
"Weiwei..." Fu Mingyue's eyes revealed a layer of sadness: "I don't need to thank you for your kindness. Mingzhao's illness is all thanks to you. From now on, it depends on his luck." A few bitter smiles appeared at the corners of her lips, and then she changed the subject:
"Then..." Fu Mingyue thought of the strange thing that had pierced Mingzhao's hand, and was a little frightened: "How long will that thing stay in Mingzhao's hand?"
Su Yunwei: "That's medicine."
Fu Mingyue: "Medicine? Is that soft white thing medicine?"
"That's right!" Su Yun nodded slightly. "You saw it too. He has absolutely no way of swallowing the pills. Force-feeding him will only hasten his death."
"So, intravenous administration is the best method." Seeing Fu Mingyue blinking at him, Su Yunwei stretched out his hand and pointed at the blue meridian on the back of his hand and said, "Look, this is a vein."
Fu Mingyue leaned forward and widened her eyes. A blue line is called a vein, but what if it is red? A red vein?
However, this line seems to exist for me as well.
She immediately raised her hand that was hanging by her side, held it in front of Su Yunwei, and exclaimed: "Look, I have it too!"
"Each of us has two veins in our body, a vein and an artery. Normally, the vein is visible."
"Then the artery is invisible?" Fu Mingyue asked.
"You can say that." Su Yunwei paused and continued, "Give me your hand."
The woman extended her hand, and Su Yunwei immediately grasped her wrist. With her other hand, she reached out to the outside of her wrist. After her fingers felt the pulsating spot, she raised her eyes and said, "Look, this pulsating spot is an artery. The other pulsating spots on your body are also arteries."
Fu Mingyue quickly withdrew her hand and tried to touch the pulsating area on the outside of her wrist. So the place where doctors take the pulse is called an artery?
It's really amazing.
"Then... can that thin needle tip pierce this place?"
Oh? Su Yunwei raised her eyebrows slightly. She remembered asking this question when she first came into contact with the book.
"No! The artery is hidden deep, so it's too difficult to insert the needle. Plus, the pressure is too high, so it's easy for the bleeding to not stop."
Fu Mingyue nodded blankly, as if she understood something.
"Ming Zhao... will definitely survive, right?" He asked her, actually, to comfort himself.
Mingzhao, you must survive.
The woman's eyes were as sincere and passionate as when they first met. It was hard to understand why a noble lady would get involved with a prostitute who was despised by everyone. If it was just a normal relationship between prostitutes, why would she go to such lengths to summon him just for a mere prostitute?
Everyone has secrets.
For example, when she was working in the hospital, everyone praised her as a genius with a photographic memory. She could recite the questions posed by the professor and the director by heart after reading the medical book once or even without reading it carefully.
In fact...she only studied and memorized the books secretly at night just to enjoy their praise. Behind all her efforts, she just wanted to show off.
Maybe I'm just that vain.
"Whether you survive or not, you did your best."
Being a client of a prostitute like this, Ming Zhao would have to offer a memorial tablet to Fu Mingyue even if he were alive!
"Thank you, Weiwei." Fu Mingyue's eyes were red and her mouth was pouting, as if she was about to cry again.
The corners of Su Yunwei's mouth twitched slightly, and she couldn't help but think to herself, "You really can't judge a person by their appearance. Looking at Fu Mingyue's appearance alone, who would have thought she was such a crybaby who would pout and cry at the slightest provocation?!"
"Okay, let's go in first. We still have to watch over until this bottle of medicine is finished."
"Uh-huh..." Fu Mingyue nodded quickly, and then the two of them sneaked into the house again.
······Noon
Inside Yongle Tower
"What are those old guys up to in the hall today? You almost lost your life in Huangdu, and they actually said you are warlike and bloodthirsty and have no sense of propriety."
"Wang Shuchao only passed the imperial examination at the age of fifty. How dare he tease you for being a mere soldier!"
A man in a green robe and a white jade belt around his waist was running angrily from the door.
Seeing that the soldier who was being teased by the group of old guys was standing in front of the window with his hands behind his back, he quickly closed the door.
After walking for a long time and feeling excited for a long time, my throat felt dry, so I quickly drank the tea on the table.
The warm tea feels so refreshing when it goes down your throat.
He placed the teacup heavily back on the table, his gaze falling on the soldier standing by the window, and he said leisurely, "You're quite patient."
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