Bianjing little doctor

Chapter 465 Surgery and Anesthesia

The operating room was brightly lit.

It was raining outside, and the light was not good. The guards stood quietly in the yard, their hearts already in their throats.

In a sense, their fate is closely bound with Fu Jiuqu.

If the king of Guangling County is good, they will be better.

In the room, Xin Yi and Zhou Daozi were preparing nervously.

The pillows on the bed were specially prepared by Xin Yi for Fu Jiuqu. The satin surface was smoked with his favorite 'Zunqianzui', which has the effect of calming the mind.

She wanted to bring Fu Jiuqu the best surgical experience.

After the first aid, Fu Jiuqu regained consciousness briefly.

"eleven……"

His slack eyes searched for the slender shadow under the light, and when he saw Xin Yi's face slowly enlarged in front of his eyes, he revealed a vain smile.

"Eleven." He held Xin Yi's hand tightly.

"I'm here." Xin Yi blinked at him, "How do you feel now?"

The flames moved and danced in front of my eyes, like starlight, and the woman's face was also indistinct.

Fu Jiuqu looked at her, looked at her, his mind was dazed, as if immersed in an unreal dream.

"I feel like I'm dreaming..."

"That's right." Xin Yi leaned his head on the pillow and looked down at him, "Close your eyes and go to sleep."

Fu Jiuqu opened and closed his mouth, and his voice was muffled and weak, "What kind of medicine did you give me, I'm... very tired, I'm about to fall asleep, and it seems... not me."

"Anesthetics..." Xin Yi said warmly.

This anesthetic was made from datura flowers. Looking at Fu Jiuqu's appearance at this moment, Xin Yi knew that he was in a state of lax consciousness.

"Close your eyes and sleep."

Xin Yi smoothed his hair, smoothing his hair like coaxing a child, "Don't be afraid, when you wake up, the operation is already done."

"I'm not afraid." Fu Jiuqu twitched the corners of his lips, and there was trust and loneliness in that smile.

He didn't like the feeling of being out of control. He was at a loss in this psychedelic state where his soul seemed to be pulled away.

"I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid... of leaving you alone."

Xin Yi said: "I was originally a person, otherwise would I be a cat?"

If he hadn't used the anesthetic, Fu Jiuqu would probably have thought of pissing her off right away, but right now he was not very sober and smiled feebly.

"It's good being a cat."

Xin Yi couldn't laugh or cry, and motioned Zhou Daozi to prepare the utensils.

"Ninth brother, the operation is about to begin."

"Has it started? How can I... not hurt?"

"You won't be in pain at the beginning, I don't want you to be in pain."

The best anesthetic drug at the moment was developed only if he was not willing to bear his pain.I didn't want him to be in pain, so I kept talking to him, trying to divert his attention and keep him from being nervous.

Fu Jiuqu's eyelids were half-opened and half-closed, his eyes wandered, and he almost fell asleep.

"Eleven is great."

Those were the last words he said before he lost consciousness.

Xin Yi touched his pulse wrist, stepped forward and pressed his cheek against his, and let out a long breath of relief.

"The anesthesia has worked, let's start the operation."

Zhou Daozi was more nervous than Xin Yi.

There is also surgery in this dynasty, but surgery is generally used for carbuncle boils or trauma. There has never been an operation like Xinyi that cuts the human body open to make internal organs.

Even if someone dares to think about it, no one is willing to entrust himself to the doctor to do it.

Zhou Daozi was wearing the same "surgical gown" as Xin Yi - it was linen clothes that had been steamed at high temperature and sterilized with alcohol, and the same scarf was wrapped around his head. He looked meticulous, but looked very weird.

Wearing gloves, he placed the surgical tools one by one on the wooden table in front of Xin Yi.

The appliance made a cold and crisp sound.

It took them two years to build this set of surgical tools according to Xin Yi's design, and the cost was incalculable.

The Northern Song Dynasty had the highest level of metallurgy in the world today.Scalpels, hemostats, thread scissors, retractors, suture needles, oval forceps... everything should be available. The copper-tin alloy used is not as bright as stainless steel and tungsten-carbon steel, but it is hard enough.

The moment Xin Yi picked up the scalpel, he thought a lot.

Think about yourself, think about Fu Jiuqu, think about their future.

She is very focused, but her mind is out of control. All the past she and Fu Jiuqu have experienced, like a movie replay, alternate in her mind...

The operating room was quiet.

Zhou Daozi glanced at the sweat on Xin Yi's forehead, then at Fu Jiuqu who was in a coma, and said with emotion:

"With this anesthetic alone, the medical skills of the princess of the county can be recorded in the annals of history."

Xin Yi smiled, "Don't dare, I'm just using it for doctrine."

Zhou Daozi thought she was just being modest, so he smiled, and didn't ask her any more, just asking her out of nothing.

"How long will it take?"

Xin Yi: "Half an hour."

Zhou Daozi asked, "So fast?"

Xin Yi hummed, but didn't speak.

Zhou Daozi stood very close, seeing that she didn't want to talk too much, so he had to suppress the anxiety in his heart, don't start, didn't look at the bloody scene on the operating table, kept chanting "Amitabha" in his heart, even breathing carefully, For fear of disturbing her.

Half an hour passed quickly, and the two people in the operating room were already drenched in sweat.

"Woo~" Xin Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and under Zhou Daozi's watchful eye, he began to sew with gut.

That sheep belongs to Uncle Zhang's family.

Zhou Daozi had eaten sheep meat before, so he couldn't help but ask for the sheep, "Why use sheep intestines?"

Xin Yi said: "Using the submucosa of the sheep's intestines as sutures will be absorbed by the body, so there is no need to remove the sutures."

Zhou Daozi gave a half-understanding oh, then squinted his eyes and looked at her strangely: "The concubine of the county knows a lot, she is not like ordinary people."

The corners of Xin Yi's lips twitched, "I'm a fairy."

Zhou Daozi nodded solemnly, "The old man looks like it too."

After the wound was sutured, Xin Yi applied the dressing and pressed a gauze bag on the wound to stop the bleeding. Then he washed his hands and disinfected, and then slumped on the chair in front of the operating bed.

"It's over, Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Daozi saw that Fu Jiuqu showed no signs of waking up, and asked worriedly, "Well, how is the operation going?"

Xin Yi turned to look at her with a smile on the corner of his mouth,
"It lived up to expectations and was a success."

Zhou Daozi smiled the first time he entered the operating room, and gave Xin Yi a big thumbs up.

"The old man would take the liberty to ask again, when will the county king wake up?"

This little old man has a hundred thousand reasons.

Xin Yi was actually a little tired and didn't want to talk anymore, but she still explained to him patiently.

"It's hard to give an exact time, it depends on the county king's tolerance to anesthetics. In addition, after waking up, he may have a period of confusion, and at night, he may be completely awake."

"Great."

Zhou Daozi became excited, clenched his hands into fists, and the long beard under his jaw kept shaking with laughter, "I'm going to tell the big guys, tell those old guys. It's a success! The operation was a success."

As he spoke, he was about to change his clothes and go out, Xin Yi turned to look at him.

"Mr. Zhou, wait a moment. I'll write a prescription. You have someone grab the medicine and cook it. After the king wakes up, he will take it."

Zhou Daozi nodded frequently, "So, so. Tell me, the old man will write it down."

"I'll just write."

Xin Yi stood up, walked to the operating table, opened the drawer, took out a pen and paper, and wrote a traditional Chinese medicine prescription mainly for anti-inflammatory.

In the era without antibiotics, we can only make do.

When Zhou Daozi happily walked out with the prescription in hand, cheers erupted in the courtyard outside.

Xin Yi heard it in the operating room, and also held the corner of his mouth, smiling and sitting back slowly.

The operation went more smoothly than she expected.After all, she has done enough homework. This is the most beautiful operation in her life. Fu Jiuqu was the most powerful guinea pig in the Northern Song Dynasty, and Miss Zhang was a female surgeon who was widely circulated during the Renzong period. dishonor the reputation...

In the evening, it began to rain again.

The fine raindrops sprinkled on the Wuzhang River, causing ripples in circles.

It was getting dark, the lights of Bianjing City were reflected in the water, and the excitement of the Double Ninth Festival was still being staged.

Xin Yi held Fu Jiuqu's hand, lay down beside the bed and fell asleep unconsciously.

"Princess Princess..."

There was a knock on the door, it was Duan Sui.

You can't enter the operating room without permission. This is Xin Yi's prior explanation. After going out and coming in, you have to go through strict disinfection. Duan Sui didn't dare to act rashly, and only worried outside.

Xin Yi woke up with his eyes open, went out and stuck it behind the door to ask him.

"what's up?"

Duan Sui whispered: "There are people coming from the palace, Prince Xuan and Princess Princess have entered the palace."

Xin Yi's heart choked.

Didn't Fu Jiuqu already make it clear with the officials whether to go?
Why are people passing it on again?

She glanced at the sleeping Fu Jiuqu, and said calmly: "Tell them, just say that the county king is not feeling well and can't go."

"Yes." Duan Sui hesitated and said again: "This subordinate sees that the leader's father-in-law has an ambiguous attitude, and even asks if there is something weird going on in the pharmacy... Judging by his appearance, I'm afraid it's not easy to get rid of."

Xin Yi said: "You say that first, hold him back. When the county king wakes up, everything will be decided by himself."

(End of this chapter)