"Okay! Xiaomo! You move!"
Shen Mo pointed at herself: "Me?"
"You, since I recovered from my illness, I have no strength, I am shaking all the time, and I can't cut accurately, but my eyes are not blind, and my brain is not confused. I will tell you how to do each step, do you dare?"
Looking at Xiao Ting who was almost fainting from the pain on the kang, Shen Mo recalled the surgery she had performed on animals before. She had performed surgery on humans a few times before, but they were all minor surgeries.
She gritted her teeth: "I dare!"
"Okay!" Lao Bao nodded, "Hold down Xiaoting's upper body! Xiangxiang, boil the water immediately! Boil everything that can be boiled to disinfect it! Wash Chen Mo and soak her in that strong liquor! Quick!"
Bao Xiang boiled a large pot of water as quickly as possible and threw in all the 놀껛 she could find, even a few wooden spoons.
Shen Mo, on the other hand, spared no effort even to the gaps between her nails. Finally, she soaked her hands in the high-concentration medical alcohol that Lu Qingyang had exchanged. The pungent smell made her concentrate highly.
According to Lao Bao's instructions, Lu Qingyang had taken out the items in the first aid kit one by one and placed them on the wooden board next to him that had been scalded with boiling water:
The surgical knife and handle shining with a cold light, the tiny suture needle and thread, the needle holder, tissue forceps, hemostatic forceps, iodine tincture, a large roll of sterile gauze, cotton balls, syringes, and the heaviest ones, lidocaine hydrochloride injection and ceftriaxone sodium for injection.
After Shen Mo finished brewing the tea, she took a deep breath and walked to the kang.
Her face was still pale, but her eyes had calmed down.
Lao Bao looked at these advanced tools and even recognized some of them: "Qingyang, do you know how to use these tools?"
Shen Mo opened her mouth: "I know, I've read it in a book before."
Lao Bao sighed: "Then it's even more important for you to take action."
Shen Mo's body was trembling slightly, but her movements were extremely focused and careful.
She picked up the syringe, drew out transparent lidocaine, and injected the anesthetic little by little into the skin and subcutaneous tissue at the planned incision site.
Her fingertips could feel the subtle changes in skin and tissue, concentrating completely.
"Xiaoting, bear with it, it will be over soon." Shen Mo whispered to comfort her sister while giving the injection.
As the anesthetic took effect, Xiaoting's tense body relaxed a little. Although it still hurt, the sharp sensation was alleviated.
Shen Mo put down the syringe, picked up the surgical knife handle, and installed the sharp No. 11 knife.
The blade reflected the light coming in from the window, and it was chilling.
Her heart was sweating, but her fingers holding the knife were unusually steady.
At this moment, she seemed to have stripped away all distracting thoughts, and her eyes only focused on the small area that needed to be cut open.
Shen Mo held her breath and lowered her wrist steadily!
The sharp tip of the knife cut the skin, and a tiny drop of blood oozed out.
She could clearly feel the touch of the blade cutting through tissue, strange and real.
The bleeding was minimal, so she immediately used a sterile cotton ball to apply gentle pressure to stop the bleeding.
Use forceps and hemostats to carefully separate the tissues; your movements are clumsy but careful enough.
When a small hole was opened in the peritoneum, a stream of yellowish pus with a fishy smell instantly gushed out!
Shen Mo immediately used a simple manual suction device to suck out the pus, and under the guidance of Lao Bao, she enlarged the incision, and finally saw the swollen and blackened appendix, which even showed signs of perforation at the tip!
When Shen Mo finally completed the appendectomy and stump burying, and counted the instruments according to Lao Bao's instructions, and began to sew layer by layer, she felt that her back was soaked with cold sweat, and her arms were trembling slightly due to the long and delicate operation.
But she gritted her teeth and used the thinnest suture thread she had exchanged for to carefully sew up the peritoneum, muscle layer, subcutaneous tissue and skin, stitch by stitch.
When the last stitch was finished, Shen Mo cut the thread and felt as if she had fainted. She saw black spots in front of her eyes and could barely stand.
"Good! Good boy! Well done!" Lao Bao's voice was hoarse. He patted Shen Mo's shoulder, his eyes full of relief. "You saved your Xiao Ting!"
Then they did a skin test on Xiaoting and used cefuroxime.
Those books! Those "medical books" that Lu Qingyang gave her, which she initially thought had strange names and bizarre contents!
Only then did she realize how advanced and useful the books Lu Qingyang gave her were, and these tools...
Fortunately, she had experience in operating on animals. If it were someone else...
Shen Mo didn't dare to think about it anymore, and just looked at Lu Qingyang with gratitude.
Without the help of those things, I'm afraid a small appendicitis would cost a person's life.
She subconsciously tried to hold onto the door frame, but her strength was weak and her body fell to the side uncontrollably!
"Xiao Mo!" Lu Qingyang had just stepped out the last bit of ashes when he caught a glimpse of Shen Mo's limp figure from the corner of his eye, and was frightened out of his wits!
He rushed over, and at the moment when Shen Mo was about to hit the cold ground, he narrowly grabbed her into his arms.
Old Bao concentrated on taking Shen Mo's pulse, with three fingers firmly pressing on her wrist.
His brows were tightly furrowed at first. As time passed, Lu Qingyang felt that every second seemed as long as a century.
Countless terrifying thoughts flashed through his mind: Was he exhausted from all the technical work? Was he infected? Or was the high level of nervousness just now causing some emergency?
"Master?" Lu Qingyang's voice was dry and tense: "What's wrong with her?"
Old Bao retracted his hand, stroked his sparse beard, and looked at Lu Qingyang. The smile in his eyes deepened, even with a hint of mischief.
He cleared his throat and deliberately drew out his words:
"What are you in such a hurry for? This is a good thing!"
"Good thing?" Lu Qingyang was confused and completely followed Lao Bao's idea.
The person fainted, his face was as white as paper, how could anything good come of this?
"Of course it's a great thing!" Old Bao was full of energy, with an undisguised look of joy on his face. He stretched out his finger, pointed at Lu Qingyang, then pointed at Shen Mo, who had slowly woken up on the kang with a confused look in her eyes, and announced in a loud voice:
"Congratulations, silly boy! Your wife is so sick! She is so happy! You are a father now!"
“…”
The air seemed to freeze.
“Is this true or false?”
"That's right!" Old Bao smiled so brightly that his teeth were visible, and he was in a very good mood. "The pulse is smooth, like beads rolling on a plate, a typical pulse of happiness! Although it's still early, this pulse is wrong! No wonder he fainted from exhaustion just now. He was so scared and nervous while performing the operation. Even a strong body can withstand it, let alone a pregnant woman!"
Lu Qingyang gradually recovered from his initial shock.
Child... this word that had always been far away from him now really appeared before him.
"Very good."
"Alright, alright, stop being so silly!"
Although Lao Bao was happy, seeing Lu Qingyang's hatred that was revealed to the world, he quickly poured some cold water on him:
"It's still early in the month! The first three months are the most tense! Xiaomo was tired and scared today, so she fainted because of the miscarriage! From today on, you have to be careful!"
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