Chi Xingyue left Zheguiyuan, went to the wing room of Qingfengyuan, took a porcelain jar with a lid, and went out.
He walked around the yard, knocked off a few icicles and put them in a porcelain jar, then went back to the house to wash his hands and replaced the icicles with ice from the hospital ice pack.
This should make it cleaner, right?
Chi Xingyue wasn't quite sure either.
He glanced at the anesthetic bottle on the medicine cabinet, hesitated for a moment, and still didn't take it down.
Not to mention that this thing could cost one's life if used improperly, even if she gritted her teeth and injected the two soldiers, she could only find a vein.
The surgery is performed on the chest. Will the anesthetic injected into the wrist work on the chest?
It seems not!
Just pierce the chest directly. What if the heart stops?
Wouldn't that be manslaughter?
Chi Xingyue shuddered and decided not to do such a dangerous thing.
In the Yong Dynasty, where Ma Fei San was not passed down, whether one could survive surgery was truly a matter of fate.
She and Dr. Cheng have done their best, and the rest will be left to God!
Chi Xingyue wiped his hands with a towel and returned to Zheguiyuan with the porcelain jar in his arms.
Looking at the candlelight in the east room, he asked someone to find some bronze mirrors.
He went into the room, put the porcelain jar aside, and told Dr. Cheng: “Just apply ice around the wound, and don’t touch the wound directly.
Also, the water from melted ice cubes cannot come into contact with wounds, otherwise it will cause infection."
Doctor Cheng nodded and placed the porcelain jar directly near the wound of one of the soldiers.
Then, Ling Jiheng and he tied his hands and feet to the carved patterns on the table legs, leaving him in a "丁" position.
Zhaocai came in holding a bronze mirror. Chi Xingyue adjusted the positions of the candles and the bronze mirror, trying to create a "shadowless" environment.
Doctor Cheng was stunned. He even gestured at the soldier's chest and found that there was really no shadow. He asked in surprise, "What's going on?"
Chi Xingyue said expressionlessly, "Just give him a knife first. We can deal with these trivial tricks when we have some free time!"
"Oh, yes!" Doctor Cheng washed his hands with warm water, picked up the silver needle, and poked the soldier's chest more than a dozen times.
It is said to stop bleeding and relieve pain, but the effect is limited, and he only has about ten minutes to operate.
Chi Xingyue couldn't bear to see the bloody scene, so he left the east room before the scalpel touched the soldier's skin.
Ling Jiheng stayed behind and used the few experiences of being injured in his previous life to "guide" Dr. Cheng's movements.
When the old ladies heard that they were going to use knives, they were both curious and scared.
She waited tremblingly in the yard, holding the little maid's hand, afraid that she would be frightened and fall down if she heard the soldiers' roars.
Everything was ready, but then I saw Chi Xingyue.
The old lady didn't even think about why her granddaughter-in-law could help Doctor Cheng. She stepped forward, took her little hand, and asked, "Did you do anything inside?"
"No, grandma." Chi Xingyue helped the old lady into the west room and said, "There's nothing to see. Let's sit here for a while and then go back, ah!"
The old lady pouted, looking like she didn't want to leave: "Rongsiyuan is too boring, I just want to join in the fun."
Seeing that he couldn't persuade her, Chi Xingyue could only shrug his shoulders. He thought, "Go ahead, as long as you don't regret it!"
Seeing this, Ge Jinglan hurriedly took out peanuts and melon seeds and tried her best to entertain the old lady.
The old lady was in a leisurely posture, eating melon seeds and drinking tea. Soon, it became dark.
It seemed like in the blink of an eye, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you.
The east room was well lit, and Dr. Cheng was unaffected as he used the scalpel to cut the soldier's skin.
At that moment, Ling Jiheng seemed to see the other party shudder.
It may be because of low body temperature, or because of serious injuries and coma.
Maybe the silver needles really worked to relieve pain, because the patient didn't wake up or scream.
The old lady in the west room pricked up her ears but could not hear any sound.
Still not believing it, he walked around the yard, and finally returned to the west room unwillingly to eat the dinner brought by Aunt Taohua.
Doctor Cheng had no idea that this operation was attracting widespread attention. He had steady hands and quickly cut open the wound, taking out the arrowhead covered with barbs.
Then I saw the arteries severed by the arrows and the injured lungs.
It was the first time for Doctor Cheng to see human internal organs. He had only learned about the five internal organs from his master before, but due to worldly views, he did not dare to actually dissect a human body to take a look.
When I saw it this time, I was shocked and a little panicked. My hands were shaking so much that I even forgot what I was doing.
Ling Jiheng quickly reminded: "Stitch him up, he'll bleed soon."
The reason why he is not bleeding heavily now is because he was very cold outside and has a little hypothermia.
But there was a fire on the kang in the house, and if nothing was done, it would "thaw".
Of course, Dr. Cheng’s acupuncture also played an important role.
Doctor Cheng came to his senses and used a suture needle to sew up the broken blood vessel.
Because there is no magnifying glass, I can only rely on visual inspection.
Fortunately, few people nowadays are nearsighted, and Dr. Cheng's eyesight is sharp with the help of Chi Xingyue's occasional feeding of spiritual spring water.
With quick eyes and hands, oh no, he sewed up the blood vessels roughly and casually, and then began to sew up the cut skin and flesh.
As for the injured lungs, well, he really didn't know how to deal with it.
Forget it, let it be and leave it to fate.
However, he had only given two stitches when the man woke up.
Even before I regained consciousness, I felt a heart-wrenching pain.
The needle was still piercing his flesh, and the young man wished he could beat to death the man who had cut open his stomach.
Unfortunately, his hands and feet were tied, and he tried several times but couldn't break free.
Ling Jiheng came over and yelled, "Calm down, Doctor Cheng is saving your life!"
The young man focused his eyes and recognized that this was the young master of the Ling family who had spoken to General Fu that night.
He asked weakly, "General, he..."
"He's still alive. Don't worry, just hold on. Your general still needs your care!"
The young man looked a little relieved, but Dr. Cheng's actions made him feel like dying.
Ling Jiheng reminded: "Hurry up, he can't hold on any longer."
How could Doctor Cheng not know this? But can this thing be done quickly just by saying so?
Ignoring Ling Jiheng, she sewed the last stitch and cut the catgut with a pair of scissors.
He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, feeling that if this happened a few more times, he would be dead.
In the west room, the old lady hadn't finished her meal when she heard the howling from the east room.
She was so scared that she dropped her bowl and her clothes were all dirty.
Fortunately, the food cooled quickly in winter and she didn't get burned. The old lady turned pale and was at a loss for a moment.
Geng Su hurriedly took a handkerchief to wipe her wound, but in fact her hands and feet were trembling and she was also frightened.
Ge Jinglan hurriedly took out some clean clothes for the old lady to change, and Xiaohe also cleaned up the dishes and prepared to go back to the kitchen to serve more food.
The old lady, however, lost the mood to eat or drink and stopped her: "No, I'm not going to eat anymore. I'll just change my clothes and go back!"
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