1770 Waiting for you, I want you to see me first
This was not the first time Feng Qingchen had an amputation surgery, nor was it the first time he had surgery under such poor medical conditions. Feng Qingchen had experienced many worse environments, so this was already considered good.
Feng Qingchen spontaneously took over the command and arranged everyone to their positions in preparation for the operation.
Feng Qingchen knew that Sun Sixing was a good doctor, but lacked the ability to take charge of the overall situation, so when she made arrangements, she taught Sun Sixing step by step, making sure that Sun Sixing could be able to stand on his own as soon as possible.
The old doctor looked surprised. He was surprised to see that Feng Qingchen, a girl, knew medical skills. Now seeing Feng Qingchen teaching Sun Sixing, the old doctor felt sick.
Monsters are rampant these days? How old is this girl, and she has such ability?
Master?
This girl turned out to be the master of that little idiot. The world was changing so fast that he couldn't seem to keep up with the pace. Had he been in seclusion for too long that he didn't know that young people these days were so amazing. At such a young age, they were not only skilled in medicine, but could also be role models as teachers.
The old doctor looked at Feng Qingchen and Sun Sixing with a strange expression, rubbing his right thumb back and forth on his chin, thinking to himself: "Are these two really monsters? Why do they feel more talented than Chi Lianshui and Guo Baoji? Which monster taught these little monsters? They couldn't have started learning medicine since birth, otherwise how could they have such experience at such a young age?"
The old doctor felt like he was being scratched by a cat, and his face almost showed a look of begging for help. Feng Qingchen knew what the old doctor was thinking at a glance, but pretended to know nothing. He took Sun Sixing to set up a simple operating room and left the old doctor aside.
"Ahem, is there anything I can help you with?" The old doctor came to his senses and found himself isolated, so he stepped forward with a drooling face to ask.
"Prescribe an appropriate amount of Ma Fei San for the injured person and have someone send it over as soon as possible." Feng Qingchen did not bring any anesthetics, and she was not sure about the dosage of Ma Fei San, so she had to ask someone else for help.
Well, you are really ordering me around rudely.
The old man went out directly and asked someone to bring him a bowl of Ma Fei San.
This thing has never been disconnected in the wounded camp. He can't let those seriously injured soldiers die in pain.
"Feed him." Feng Qingchen gave the order without any ambiguity. However, the old doctor found that he could not get angry because Feng Qingchen himself was also very busy.
The three of them cooperated with each other and were very efficient. The old doctor not only had good medical skills but also had a high degree of cooperation. After a short period of adjustment, the three of them formed a certain tacit understanding. After Feng Qingchen checked the condition of the injured, he announced the start of the operation.
Feng Qingchen originally wanted to let Sun Sixing perform the surgery, but considering that this was a military setting with extremely poor medical conditions, the possibility of failure of the surgery was very high. In order to prevent Sun Sixing from bearing unnecessary pressure, Feng Qingchen performed the surgery himself and only let Sun Sixing assist.
During the operation, intravenous infusion and blood transfusion had to be maintained, and Sun Sixing's assistance was required for all of this, so Feng Qingchen was unable to handle it all by himself.
"You have a good master." The old doctor understood Feng Qingchen's thoughts at a glance and said to Sun Sixing enviously.
His master was not so good. He still remembers that he was almost killed by the patient's family after he killed the patient due to his poor medical skills.
At that time, his medical skills and adaptability were very weak. If his master had spent more time with him, he might have achieved better results instead of being a military doctor like he is now to avoid being hunted down.
Sun Sixing nodded with pride, and people who didn't know the truth thought he was praising him.
This master-apprentice relationship is really interesting. The old doctor suddenly found that his career as a young doctor in the army would become more and more interesting.
Feng Qingchen had no idea that within half a day, they, the master and disciple, had been targeted. Feng Qingchen held the scalpel and, as usual, did not forget to explain the operation to Sun Sixing.
"The incision is behind the stump."
"Dissect under the fascia and turn the skin flap upward."
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"At the truncation plane, ligate and cut the great saphenous vein."
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"Saw off the femur and sever the diseased limb."
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Feng Qingchen's explanation was not very detailed, but Sun Sixing and the old doctor were both experienced people, so just a few words were enough for them to understand. The old doctor originally wanted to avoid it, after all, the skills of the master were not passed on to outsiders, and he was just stealing the master's skills. But seeing that Feng Qingchen had no intention of avoiding outsiders at all, the old doctor shamelessly stayed.
Well, he admitted that he wondered how these two young doctors would deal with this kind of high amputation.
The necrotic thigh was cut off. Feng Qingchen had no time to explain at this time. She had to deal with the blood vessels and nerves on the back, and then stop the bleeding, suture the fascia and skin.
This process was a high-intensity job, and Feng Qingchen had no time to spare. In addition, although there were many lights on in the room, the light was still not enough. In order to ensure the safety of the patient, Feng Qingchen didn't even dare to blink, and he put his hand in the wrong place.
Sun Sixing held his breath, not daring to disturb Feng Qingchen. He memorized Feng Qingchen's movements one by one, intending to come back and find animals to practice on.
The surgical procedures are not difficult, but the difficulty lies in the proficiency, which requires a lot of practice and no one else can help you.
As the operation reached a critical moment, more and more beads of sweat appeared on Feng Qingchen's forehead. Sun Sixing had just wiped them clean when new beads of sweat appeared. If the clothes were not thick enough, Feng Qingchen might have been soaked by now.
Surgery is a strenuous job that tests not only the doctor's skills but also his physical strength. This is why there are very few female surgeons.
It was no problem for Feng Qingchen to perform an amputation surgery, but the prerequisite was that she had not done more than ten hours of high-intensity work before, and had not worked on an empty stomach.
When Feng Qingchen announced the success of the operation, Feng Qingchen's voice was hoarse, because Yuhua Lanzhi's hand was 90% healed, so she protested at this time. Now is not the time to be stubborn, Feng Qingchen knew that she was not suitable to continue working.
"Sixing, I'll leave the rest to you. I need to rest." Postoperative infection and bleeding are the most feared things that happen after high amputation, and the patient must be well cared for after the operation.
"I understand, Master." Sun Sixing stepped forward and took over Feng Qingchen's job, applying anti-inflammatory medicine to the injured.
"Senior, with the dosage of Ma Fei San you used, how long will it make him sleep?" Sun Sixing wanted to be sure when the patient would wake up so that he could make arrangements in advance.
There was a group of wounded people waiting for him outside. He couldn't stay here all the time, so he could only ask the little medicine boy to look after them.
Feng Qingchen saw that Sun Sixing was discussing something with the old doctor and knew that Sixing could handle it on his own. Feng Qingchen did not stay any longer and walked out dragging his tired body. By this time, it was already dawn.
"I've been busy all night." Feng Qingchen shook her head and wanted to press her temples to make herself more awake, but when she raised her hand, she remembered that she had not washed her hands after the operation.
It wasn't that she didn't want to take a shower, but there was no water available in the wounded soldiers' camp.
Feng Qingchen smiled bitterly, put down his hand, and continued to walk out. As soon as he stepped out of the wounded camp, Feng Qingchen stopped and looked at the man standing not far away. The smile on Feng Qingchen's face disappeared instantly, and it took him a long time to react: "Why are you here?"
Judging from the dampness on his body, he must have been standing there for a long time.
"Wait for you. I want you to see me first when you come out." The Ninth Prince remained motionless, his eyes deep, staring at Feng Qingchen without blinking, as if he wanted to imprint the person into his soul...