Da Song a knife

Chapter 813 Nightmare
On the one hand, Yang Xiu felt that his son had grown up and not only had a wife, but he also seemed quite reliable in running things.

Not only that, the couple also looked very compatible: with just one look or one sentence, they could understand what the other wanted and what they wanted to do.

But the problem is, they forgot about themselves.

With this feeling in mind, Yang Xiu returned home.

He also didn't forget to bring medicine to Yang Yuanzhang and Yang Yuanfeng.

Zhou became nervous when she saw Yang Xiu coming back with the medicine: "Who is sick? Are you sick?"

Yang Xiu shook his head: "It's medicine for Da Lang and Er Lang."

Zhou's legs went weak: "What kind of medicine is this? Dalang Erlang is sick, why didn't I know?"

For a moment, Zhou even suspected a conspiracy.

Fortunately, Yang Xiu explained quickly.

However, after hearing the reason, Mrs. Zhou couldn't help but wiped away her tears in fear: "Why is this kind of thing so dangerous?"

Zhou also spontaneously came up with the idea of ​​simply not letting her three sons go out - but she also knew that was impossible.They have all grown up and have their own families, so naturally they cannot take care of them like they did when they were children.Moreover, they also have things they want to do.

She let out a long sigh: "What's so good about this thing? It's so dangerous!"

The weapon hasn't been made yet, but Zhou has already felt a deep sense of resistance.

When she thought about how nearly everything happened to her three sons, Mrs. Zhou wished she could chop up the craftsman who invented this thing with that knife.

Seeing his old wife like this, Yang Xiu had to persuade her for a while before she finally calmed down a bit.

When Bai Ningniang and Mrs. Li got the medicine, their reactions were not much better than Mrs. Zhou's.

Even Mr. Li, who has always supported this matter, is a little depressed now.

The thing is a good thing, but instead of killing the enemy, it harms one's own family first, so who can bear it?

Yang Yuanzhang and Yang Yuanfeng had to go to comfort their wives, and then they had time to ask about their brother's condition.

When they thought of Yang Yuanding dragging the injured body out of the ruins with them yesterday, and carrying people out of the ruins in ecstasy, running non-stop, breathing and breathing, both of them were frightened - if this was serious, then... Come on, can't it be more serious?

Anyway, for a while, everyone felt complicated.

They also have a deeper understanding of this new weapon.

Let's go back to the Imperial Medical Office and the First Hospital. After a thorough investigation, we found out that many people had suffered concussion injuries.

It was another busy job - those who survived were not serious, and those who were serious died yesterday.

If it's not serious, it's still necessary to boil and take medicine.

Therefore, after both parties were busy for a while, Chen Shenyan had the opportunity to sit down, write a note, and report this matter.

They also sent someone to Zhang Sijiu's side - the little military doctor.

The young military doctor was seriously injured.It's this kind of concussion injury.

The Imperial Medical Office encountered this situation for the first time, and they didn't know what to do, so Chen Shenyan made the decision and sent it to Zhang Sijiu.

When Zhang Sijiu saw the young military doctor, his first reaction was that the Imperial Medical Office had kindly sent support.

But then I thought: A support?Too little?

After asking, I found out that the young military doctor was here to treat the patient.Not here to support.

During the explosion, the young military doctor was very close to the warehouse. After being knocked to the ground, he fainted for a while. When he woke up and saw the situation, there were wounded everywhere, with broken arms and legs, and even intestines. The explosion was flying everywhere, but he didn't dare to delay. He suppressed his dizziness, packed up his things and went to look for Zhang Sijiu.

Then I no longer care about myself.

As the night passed, the little military doctor became much more depressed.The discomfort in his lungs was nothing, just a slight shortness of breath and chest tightness, and no symptoms of coughing up blood, but the most important thing was that he felt bloated and wanted to have diarrhea.

Zhang Sijiu immediately thought of internal bleeding.

This kind of thing is really no joke.

Zhang Sijiu quickly arranged various examinations and invited several doctors to diagnose together.

The young military doctor looked at the people working around him with some surprise: "I thought it was because I was tired yesterday and had a bad stomach, and that's why I was like this. So you were injured?"

Zhang Sijiu was a little speechless: "How could you suspect that you've had a bad stomach?"

It's okay not to mention this matter. When this matter was mentioned, the little military doctor burst into tears: "You don't know that yesterday in the Imperial Medical Office, there wasn't even a mouthful of hot rice. The food was quite delicious, but it was delivered to you. There is only one Wenhujin left. I was too busy and delayed, and ended up eating cold food!"

Zhang Sijiu: ...The Imperial Medical Office is so stingy that it can’t even part with a double-layered food box!

Looking at it this way, the first hospital is better.

When Mrs. Xu delivers meals, she always uses small baskets with quilts inside and covered with quilts. When they are delivered to everyone, they are warm.

Moreover, the variety is complete, including vegetables and soups.

Although it is a big pot dish, it is also delicious.

Zhang Sijiu once again talked about job-hopping: "If that doesn't work, come to us. Go and find out. Seriously, if nothing else, the food here is absolutely delicious!"

The young military doctor shook his head: "No, I have to go back and inherit the medical clinic. My father is old and it's hard to keep him busy. I am the eldest son in the family -"

At this point, Zhang Sijiu had nothing to say and could only stop.

After a series of examinations and consultations, neither Zhang Sijiu nor Xu Wenxiang came to a good conclusion.

The result of everyone's consultation was that the surgery was necessary.

The young military doctor's abdomen was slightly hard, painful when pressed, and his body temperature was slightly higher than others. These were not good signs.

It is necessary to open the abdomen for exploration.

When he told the young military doctor about this, he was a little surprised: "Is it so serious?"

He was also a little curious: "You want to cut open my stomach and take a look? I haven't seen it before -"

Zhang Sijiu was afraid that he would ask "Can I take a look" next, so he quickly talked about the operation process: "When the time comes, I will give you some anesthetic first. After drinking it, you will fall asleep, and then we will open the abdomen for exploration. , find the bleeding point, stop the bleeding, and then suture—"

After all, the young military doctor is also a doctor. He asked the key point in one sentence: "Is it dangerous?"

Zhang Sijiu had no way to answer this question.

Is it dangerous?
Nature is sinister.

Internal bleeding is always dangerous.

First, excessive blood loss during surgery causes a series of problems, and second, it is difficult to find the bleeding point.

Especially at this time, there are no advanced medical images as support and guidance. After the abdominal opening, finding the blood spots depends entirely on eyes and luck.

If you have better luck and find it quickly, it will be easier.

If you are unlucky and find it slowly... it will be very difficult.

The little military doctor knew it when he looked at Zhang Sijiu's expression.

He nodded: "I understand. Get a pen and paper, and I will write you the formula of my medicine."

　See you tomorrow~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)