A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Song QingHan walked in front of him. He turned his head and took a look at Luo Haihai, who was standing in the same place. He raised his eyebrows and said, "what? Do you want to go back on it? "

Luo Haihai wakes up, quickly follows up, shakes his head and denies: "no, it's my good fortune to admit that I'm willing to admit defeat and admit defeat. It's my blessing to be able to cure smallpox? However, I didn't expect that the person who could convince him that he must be an old man, but I didn't expect to be so young... "

in the middle of his speech, he seemed to suddenly think of something and solemnly said," but Dr. Song, why don't you accept the reward from the imperial court? Fortunately, the emperor is magnanimous today, and has not investigated this matter. Otherwise, if I say a bad word, you will be unable to bear it. "

As soon as he said this, the stunned man became song QingHan. He frowned and said, "when will I not accept the reward from the imperial court? No, it should be said, when did the court give me the reward? Why don't I know? "

After saying this, he stopped for a moment, flashed in his mind what doctor Shi had said to him that day, and said to himself in doubt: "although doctor Shi said that people from the imperial court would come to me, but after so long, I haven't seen those people at all..."

hearing this, Luo Haihai's eyes turned to understand what was going on. He pondered for a moment and said slowly:“ It is probably that someone moved behind his back. However, the Emperor didn't mean to investigate, so those people didn't take any further actions. As long as the song Fu Fu paid attention to it later. "

Song QingHan nodded and went to the hall of rejuvenation while meditating.

Who did he offend during that time? It's just Guan Lingyu, but not necessarily. Maybe his credit is too great in some people's eyes, so they start to teach him a lesson. Therefore, it's hard to find out the secret agent.

When he regained consciousness, they had already stood in front of the gastric cancer patient. The patient's face was still sallow, but his state had improved a lot. Song QingHan moved in his heart and said in a deep voice, "let's do it today."

Luo Haihai didn't understand, but the original Xuan understood it. His face was still calm, but there was an accident in his eyes. He said, "master, didn't you say that you should wait a little longer?"

Song QingHan shook his head and explained: "this disease will not get better and better as time goes on. The reason why I told him to recuperate for a period of time was mainly to see that he was in a bad mood and state, so that he could keep calm before starting. But now it seems that his attitude is ten points, and the conditions for surgery are mature. Naturally, it is better to do it earlier, otherwise, every time In one day, cancer cells are more likely to spread. "

Xuan nodded thoughtfully, took out the scalpel from the burden, and began to prepare for the work before starting.

In fact, his best cooperation with song QingHan is that no matter how long it takes, he can learn new knowledge from Song QingHan. It's not because song QingHan hides and doesn't tell him, it's simply because many things can only be remembered and reminded when they happen.

Luo Haihai also guessed what they were going to do from their posture. He looked a little excited. His eyes flashed a light when he swept the cool side face of song QingHan.

The patient is not stupid. He knows that he is finally going to accept the "final judgment". Although his face is a little nervous, his eyes are relieved. He is very cooperative and relaxed. He said calmly: "doctor, you can do whatever you want. I will not complain about whether you are dead or alive. My family has regarded me as a dead man for a long time, so they will not come to trouble you Don't worry. "

Song QingHan didn't talk nonsense. He cut his clothes directly, leaving only a hole in the upper part of his stomach to facilitate the operation. After thinking about it, he said to Luo Hai: "in the process of operation, you can help him feel the pulse at any time. If there is any situation that I didn't notice, please remind me. After all, Wenxuan is still small and may not be able to notice all aspects."

Luo Haihai saw that he could help, too. The chicken nodded like pecking rice, rolled up his sleeves, his eyes shining, and his hands were rubbing.

After the original Xuan got everything ready and fixed the patient's hands and feet, song QingHan disinfected his hands and said in a deep voice, "it's going."

The cigarette is lit by yuanxuan, which is the simplest and most straightforward way of timing, so as to prevent them from forgetting the time when they are too involved, resulting in the failure of the operation.

Song QingHan took up the knife and drew along the patient's stomach to find the position of the stomach. After seeing the part of the lesion, he pursed his mouth tightly and planned the way to start the operation silently in his heart. He avoided the main artery, reduced the bleeding as much as possible, and acted quickly.

At the beginning, the patient only felt a cold in his stomach, as if something had been opened. After reaction, the pain swept him in an instant, followed by an unstoppable sense of fear.

His stomach was opened?! Can he live in this way?

Probably aware of the patient's tension, Song Qing said in a cold voice, "it's up to you. Don't exert yourself. You'll get more blood."

Song QingHan's attitude seems to have a kind of magic, which can easily infect the patients who are in a desperate situation. After hearing this, the patient takes a deep breath, adjusts his breathing, looks at the ceiling blankly, and resists the pain. Only when he can't stand it, can he breathe out.Luo Haihai didn't expect that song QingHan would be so decisive. He said that he would cut open other people's stomachs. He was coldblooded than a butcher. You know, even a seasoned butcher would burn incense, bathe, pray, and harden his heart before killing pigs. However, song QingHan didn't react at all when he cut the knife just now, just like under him This man is nothing but a lifeless thing.

Song QingHan focused on surgery, and had no spare time to take care of Luo Haihai. However, the original Xuan was different. He looked at Song QingHan's movements and looked at the burning situation of his cigarettes. When he occasionally glimpsed Luo Haihai, he also knew to make a voice to remind him: "doctor Luo, this operation is not small. You should pay more attention. As long as you don't block the master's movement, you can go forward to help the patient Pulse. "

Luo Haihai, who was called back by the original Xuan, hastened to learn from Song QingHan and detoxify his hand. He walked over from one side, picked up the patient's hand, and slowly began to pulse.

This one, he was even more surprised.

The patient's blood was not small, but the pulse was still steady, which was completely different from what he had imagined.

As the time passed, the patient's face became more and more pale, and the sweat drops on song QingHan's forehead became more and more.

Suddenly, when he came across the patient's bed, he suddenly fell out of the bed sheet.

Rao is the original text Xuan did not personally do such a big operation, but also see that things have a problem, can not help but feel a tight heart, for the song QingHan pinched a sweat.

The pulse of the patient's heart beat suddenly, and Luo's pulse became weak

Song QingHan's face sank, and his eyes seemed to be surging a dark tide.

Without precise instruments, even if he lowered his heart rate and kept himself in a robot like state, he couldn't make his movements precise to millimeter. Just now, he accidentally touched the patient's artery, so his blood suddenly increased.

In fact, the operation has been done. Now, as long as the blood is stopped and the patient is sutured.

Just looking at the speed of blood flow, he was worried that when he sutured the patient, the patient would die of massive bleeding.

If there is a blood bag, as long as there is a suitable blood supplement, the patient will be able to survive, he promised!

Song QingHan's mind flashed a lot of ideas, but the movements of his hands had never stopped. The needle and thread had already passed through the patient's stomach. After a while, it would be finished.

However, the patient seems to have realized something. With a weak smile, he whispered to song QingHan: "doctor, you've done your best. No matter what happens later, I won't blame you..."

"don't talk!"

Song QingHan's eyebrow corner jumps, suddenly cries out coldly. He looks at the movement of his hand without blinking and quickly stitches the last stitch.

"Bowl, get a clean bowl!"

He ordered Luo Haihai that his eyes were full of red blood and his expression was appalling.

Although Luo Haihai was stupefied, he ran out very obediently and took back a bowl in less than a moment.

The original text Xuan sees song QingHan holding a long and thin thing to move what, directly took over the bowl, homeostasis eliminated poison.

Song QingHan's eyebrows wrinkled tightly, looked at the small tube on his hand, raised his hand, and cut a hole directly above the bowl with a knife to let his blood flow into the bowl.

The original Xuan's hand shook, almost broke the bowl, shocked: "master! You are! "

Luo Haihai couldn't see clearly anyway. He continued to check the patient's pulse and said in a voice, "his pulse is almost gone."

Song QingHan turned his head and looked at the patient whose face was calm and his eyes were closed. His lips were pursed into a straight line, and his eyes showed a resolute color.

Seeing that his blood flow was almost over, song QingHan directly pressed the wound with gauze, took the fresh blood to the patient, and stabbed the patient's vein with the small tube on his hand, and introduced the blood in the bowl into the patient's body.

This is a stupid method, so the speed of blood transfusion is not as fast as the modern hanging bottle, but after seeing that the blood in the bowl is obviously reduced, song QingHan still breathes a sigh of relief.

Now it seems that the only thing to worry about is blood type adaptation. The reason why I use my own blood is because I am a universal type O blood in modern times, but I have changed my body, and I don't know whether my blood type will change.

There was no blood type machine here, so he had no choice but to take a chance.