Fengcheng old events

Chapter 129 Surgery
"Do it." Liu Guixin said, looking at the child in his arms.

I would vomit after feeding, but I couldn't stop feeding, and I felt uncomfortable for a while after feeding.

"Okay, that's fine. It's his fate. If. If, it's also his fate. We've tried our best, and there's nothing wrong with him."

Zhang Qingzhi said: "Okay, listen to you, do it. If you don't do it, you will die. Wanxing is ready."

……

March 73, 27.

Moderate sleet, north wind three to five.

The sky was terribly overcast.Contrary to summer, it is rare to see truly cloudy days in winter in Northeast China, and when there is heavy snow, it is gray and gray.

Today is very unusual, with strong winds and dark clouds oppressing the earth.This kind of weather is depressing, and there are very few pedestrians on the street.

Everything that was moving was swaying wildly in the wind, twisting and screaming in pain.

The hospital also felt a bit colder than usual, and the nurse's hurried footsteps could occasionally be heard in the quiet corridor.Even the children who usually cry together seem to be much quieter.

The bean-sized raindrops and snowflakes kept hitting the windows, and occasionally there was a little bit of hail, and the whole world was rustling, crackling, crackling, or rushing or evacuating.

Although the windows are closed tightly, you can still hear the whistling wind outside clearly, and you can see the snow downstairs that was suddenly swirled by the strong wind.

Liu Guixin hugged the child, put his face against the child's little face and shook his body slightly, staring blankly at the gloomy sky outside the window.

Having spit up milk just now, the child seems to be tired now, with his eyes half closed in a dazed way, only the warm breath sprayed weakly on the side of Liu Guixin's face, making people feel that he is still alive.

"What time is it?" Liu Guixin asked in a sleepy voice.

Zhang Qingzhi, who was sitting on the side, looked at his watch: "There is still half an hour."

Liu Guixin continued to be in a daze, subconsciously humming a lullaby: Mother's baby, sleeping in a dream, smiling in a dream...

Tears trickled down the corners of her eyes unconsciously.Silently.

Zhang Qingzhi frowned, swallowed what he wanted to say, could only lower his head deeply, and tightly grasped his fingers in his hair.

The children in the room seemed to have sensed something, and they were all more well-behaved today, with big eyes looking over from time to time.

"42 beds."

The nurse's voice broke the silence in the ward, and seemed to break the depression.The old lady in the next bed let out a sigh.

"Ready? Let's go."

Liu Guixin turned his face to look at the nurse: "..., um, good."

Zhang Qingzhi stood up and reached out to take the child, but Liu Guixin hugged him tightly.He looked down and knelt down to help her put on her shoes.

The two followed the nurse out of the ward, and several patients immediately started talking in a low voice.All parents and parents can understand this feeling.

Take the elevator upstairs and walk to the door of the operating room.The door of the operating room was wide open, like a huge mouth.It was very quiet in the house.

"Give the child to the nurse." Zhang Qingzhi said to Liu Guixin.

Liu Guixin looked down at the child in his arms, and then met those big black eyes, and his fair and pink face became visibly thinner.

Footsteps came from behind, Zhang Qingzhi turned his head to look over.

Zuo Yidao and another doctor walked over side by side, Zhang Qingzhi called out: Doctor Zuo.

Zuo Yidao turned his head and nodded at Zhang Qingzhi, looked at Liu Guixin and the child, then turned to the doctor and said, "Why don't you let him and his wife in too. The child, really, is still too young."

The old doctor raised his eyebrows, looked at Liu Guixin, then at Zhang Qingzhi, and nodded after thinking about it: "Okay. However, you two need to know that this is treating a child and requires your cooperation. It cannot affect the operation." .

If there is any reason for you, the operation..., you will bear the consequences yourself. "

Zhang Qingzhi squeezed out a smile: "No, we understand."

Zuo Yidao took the lead into the operating room: "Come in, it's not a big deal, just bear with it."

……

The child's weak body was completely exposed to the air, white and tender, unconsciously moving its hands and feet for some unknown reason, and its big eyes were swaying in search of its mother.

Zhang Qingzhi supported Liu Guixin to stand beside the operating table.

"Crack", the shadowless light came on, and the child's eyes were stimulated by the light and squinted.

The anesthesiologist came over, looked at the child, and turned to look at the left knife.

Zuo Yidao nodded: "Let's start, dose, just follow my instructions."

The anesthesiologist licked his lips, nodded, and said with a wry smile: "It's the first time to give medicine to such an older child, and I have no idea." Skillfully operating the equipment, he walked to the operating table with a mouth and nose mask On the side, he took a deep breath and looked to the left again.

Zuo Yidao nodded: "Go ahead, no problem."

The cold mouth and nose mask was put on the child's face, the little guy was shocked by the ice, his hands and feet were lifted up, and then he fell down slowly and powerlessly, his eyes were also closed, and a soft piece placed on a large operating table.

The nurse came over and fixed one of the child's arms, tied it with a bandage and patted it gently to find blood vessels.One stitch, two stitches.change hands.one stitch.two stitches.

Large drops of sweat appeared on the nurse's forehead.

Thin children's blood vessels are too thin.Just born fifteen days old.

Looking at the nurse who let go of the child's arm to get the little foot, Zuo Yidao said, "Just stick it on the head, the foot is even harder to find. It's really too small."

The nurse breathed a sigh of relief.Take a razor and carefully shave the sparse fetal hand on the child's head, and wipe it clean with alcohol cotton.The blood bag was finally hung up.

"Come and support his head, don't let go, hold on. I tell you to let go, and then let go." Zuo Yidao said to Zhang Qingzhi.

Zhang Qingzhi responded, walked to the head of the operating table, and stretched out his hands to support the child's head from both sides.

The anesthesiologist rushed to Zuo Yidao and raised the mouth and nose mask in his hand, Zuo Yidao shook his head.The child is too young, the risk of anesthesia is too great, and the dose control is simply ignorant.He didn't dare to gamble.

The nurse turned around to give up her position, walked to the front of the stage with a left knife, observed it, and calmly stretched out her right hand.

"Crack", a scalpel gleamed coldly under the light, and was thrown into Zuo Yidao's hand by the equipment nurse.

The scalpel was cut across the white and tender belly, and bright red blood gushed out along the knife mark in an instant. Yisuke quickly pressed the absorbent cotton ball on it, and it was immediately soaked.

Zhang Qingzhi closed his eyes and turned his face away.

Liu Guixin covered his mouth, tears welled up, and wanted to look away, but his eyes were fixed on the thin belly.

The child is too young.

An ordinary stomach operation requires almost the entire lower abdomen to be cut open, which is why several old doctors with sufficient clinical experience hesitated to perform the surgery.too small.

(End of this chapter)