Chapter 350: Their Romance and Reality
After cleaning Lao Zhao's wound, Ye Qingyue took out the anesthetic and said, "Next, I will clean the nasty part of your wound. If you are afraid, you don't have to watch it. It won't hurt after the anesthetic. Don't worry." When
Lao Zhao heard the three words "it won't hurt", he thought of what Ye Qingyue said before washing his wound, "It hurts a little" -
the "a little hurt" from the doctor's mouth is totally unbelievable!
It will hurt to death!
Old Zhao asked with lingering fear: "Does it really not hurt?"
Ye Qingyue said: "Of course it won't hurt after the anesthesia."
Zhong Yun suddenly said: "Don't use anesthesia after cleaning the damaged parts. It will take a long time to sew them up, and we don't bring much anesthetic, so it might not be enough."
In the 1970s, when medical care was in short supply, the medical staff who came to rescue were not able to get enough resources, and everyone was using them sparingly.
Zhong Yun said to Lao Zhao: "The necrotic part doesn't feel too much, so it will be a little painful to clean it up. Can you bear it?"
Lao Zhao shook his head like a rattle when he heard the words "a little painful", and his voice was a little tearful: "Doctor, I can't bear it, just let me give you anesthesia!"
Zhong Yun saw that he had tears in his eyes, and felt a little sympathetic, so he said to Ye Qingyue: "If you are too busy, I can also help you."
Ye Qingyue drew out the anesthetic with a syringe and smiled at Zhong Yun: "Director Zhong, don't you know my work efficiency? Don't worry, I will fix it before the effect of the drug ends."
Zhong Yun said nothing more after hearing this.
Only Lao Zhao and a group of onlookers were trembling, always worried about what would go wrong next.
Especially Lao Zhao, after taking the anesthesia, he felt his legs, which were originally painful and itchy, were numb. He saw Ye Qingyue took out a scalpel to disinfect it, and without hesitation, she scraped off the dead flesh from his bloody wound -
that scene, don't mention how creepy it was to see it!
But no matter how scared he was, Lao Zhao stared at it, he was really afraid of something happening.
There were also many injured people in the shed who covered their eyes and watched Ye Qingyue scrape the dead flesh with a knife through their fingers.
They looked at it and took a breath of cool air, looked at it and took a breath of cool air.
When the weekly reporter came in with a camera, he thought that the injured in the shed were eating noodles for a dinner snack, but after a closer look, he found that it was not the case.
He quietly approached and wanted to take a picture of Ye Qingyue and Zhong Yun.
"Stand behind the line."
However, when reporter Zhou was still two or three meters away from Ye Qingyue, a cold female voice rang out.
Ye Qingyue said without raising her head: "The environment here is already very bad, don't get too close and pollute the surgical area."
Although reporter Zhou's opinion of Ye Qingyue changed, he still felt that she was an 18-year-old girl in his heart, and subconsciously treated her as a junior and had no respect for her.
Until this moment, Ye Qingyue's cold voice could not hear any emotion, giving people an indescribable intimidation.
Reporter Zhou subconsciously obeyed her words, stopped and looked at the ground, and didn't know who drew a line on the muddy ground.
He stood outside the line obediently and asked Ye Qingyue, "Can I take a photo?"
He looked so obedient, like a primary school student raising his hand to ask the teacher, "Can I go to the toilet?"
"Yes."
Ye Qingyue said, "But keep a certain distance, and don't drag the floor when walking to stir up dust. The conditions here are limited, and the infection rate of patients is higher than in the hospital."
"Okay."
Reporter Zhou squatted down to take a photo of Ye Qingyue and Zhong Yun at a distance.
He saw Ye Qingyue using a knife to scrape the rotten flesh off Lao Zhao. The bloody scene made him swallow his saliva and his legs went a little soft.
Soon, Ye Qingyue treated the necrotic part, and then began to use tools to fix and suture Lao Zhao's bones.
She moved quickly, and her hands were like flying butterflies, dazzling people.
Even laymen would find her movements pleasing to the eye. Although
Reporter Zhou does not know much about medicine, he is quite knowledgeable. However, it was the first time for him to see a doctor sew so fast that people could not see clearly. At first glance, it seemed like a fake movement to fool people.
However, if you look closely at the part where Lao Zhao sutured, the stitches can be said to be at the level of art!
At the side, Zhong Jun had just cleaned the wound of the first patient and sutured half of it. She turned her head and saw that Ye Qingyue had already set the bone for Lao Zhao and was suturing the wound quickly. She couldn't help but pause.
She took a breath and suddenly said, "In two years, I'm afraid I'll have to give up my position to you."
Even at her peak, she was not as fast as Ye Qingyue.
Ye Qingyue said without even raising her head: "No, wouldn't being a director mean a lot of things to take care of? I have to hold various meetings and write reports, it's such a waste of time."
In her previous life, in order to have more time to see patients, do research, and occasionally teach students, she was just a figurehead in hospitals and universities and rarely held a position of real power.
Zhong Yun laughed: "You are not humble at all."
Someone else would definitely say: "No way, I think the position of director of surgery should still be left to you, Director Zhong, I am not qualified for it."
But Ye Qingyue did not doubt at all that she had the ability to be the director of surgery, but she even complained that this position was too much work.
Listen, is this human language?
"Don't you know my level clearly, Director Zhong? It would be too pretentious to be humble at this time."
Although Ye Qingyue respects her elders, she is also arrogant in many aspects.
She raised her head and smiled at Zhong Jun: "However, even if I become the director of surgery, I can't do better than Director Zhong. Everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses."
Ye Qingyue asked herself if she could dedicate her whole life to the country like Zhong Jun did.
She did it in her previous life, but that was based on the premise that she had nothing and no one to trust.
In Zhong Jun's life, there were many opportunities to give up honor and responsibility, to choose to save her family and live a happy life.
But those options were rejected by Zhong Jun and Grandma Zhong.
Zhong Yun and other members of the Zhong family are truly noble and selfless people who combine idealism with realism. Their ideals are extremely romantic to the world, but their reality is extremely cruel to themselves.
"Jing can only say nice things to coax me."
Zhong Jun just smiled when she heard this. She thought that Ye Qingyue was so young, she would definitely be able to do better than herself.
"I'm serious."
Ye Qingyue looked at Zhong Jun with pure respect, without any pretense.
"You..."
Zhong Jun shook her head, "You should treat the patient first."
She was moved, but she was afraid of getting angry in front of these strangers, so she quickly changed the subject.
Ye Qingyue said "hmm", lowered her head and continued to sew.
The conversation between the two was heard by the reporter Zhou. He took out a small notebook and crossed out the words "young and arrogant" in the dense text behind Ye Qingyue's name, and wrote at the end: "Frank and straightforward, respectful to elders, and has a pure heart."
There were many tears on Lao Zhao's legs, and the suturing process was very complicated and required extra care.
Even though Ye Qingyue was twice as fast as ordinary doctors, he still had to give an injection of anesthetic to successfully sew all the wounds, and finally cleaned and bandaged them again.
During this period, Ye Qingyue found the person in charge and asked if there was a carpenter, and cut a few wooden sticks for Lao Zhao to fix on the spot.
Looking at his bandaged and fixed leg, Lao Zhao had forgotten the horrific scene of Ye Qingyue scraping the rotten flesh off him at first. He was so frightened that he vomited in pain. He just asked in a tone as if he was in another world: "Is this all right?"