Dressed as a wicked peasant woman, she was doted on by a crippled husband

Chapter 43

"Put his legs together and hold him down with both hands, and I say turn over, and we will work hard together."

Jiang Xuan nodded, and clamped the scholar's knees with both hands, while Su Yuanyuan pressed the scholar's shoulders. She called out a password, and the two of them worked together to successfully turn the scholar over.

As soon as she turned over, Su Yuanyuan saw the scholar's bruised lips. Like a fish stranded on the shore, he half-opened his mouth and tried to inhale, but his face was bruised, and everything was in vain.

"Sister-in-law, what should I do? Why don't we call the doctor?"

Su Yuanyuan stretched out her fingers and lightly touched the scholar's chin, her pulse became weaker and weaker, and it was too late to call for a doctor now.

"His congestion was all accumulated in his lungs, and it was too late to send him to the hospital!"

Su Yuanyuan saw the bamboo hairpin on Jiang Xuan's hair at a glance, and pulled it out with a raised hand. Before Jiang Xuan realized what was going on, her hair fell down.

"sister in law!"

He exclaimed, holding his head and looking at Su Yuanyuan, his eyes were full of disbelief, but when he looked at Jiang Wenzheng, Jiang Wenzheng didn't think it was absurd, but looked at Su Yuanyuan with firm and trusting eyes .

Jiang Xuan was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that he was too short-sighted, and he was still thinking about other things between men and women in the face of life-threatening matters.

But in the next second, Jiang Xuan's jaw almost dropped from shock.

Su Yuanyuan pulled out Jiang Xuan's hairpin, rubbed it on the ground, and the head of the bamboo hairpin instantly became a slanted point. Su Yuanyuan took a look at it and it was hollow, and inserted it into the scholar's chest without hesitation.

She turned sideways slightly, and blood gushed out from the bamboo hairpin. After a while, the stream of blood flowed away, and a shallow exhalation could be heard coming from the scholar's throat.

Jiang Xuan had never seen this kind of scene before, felt shocked and curious at the same time, he raised his hand to touch the bamboo hairpin lightly, Su Yuanyuan at the side quickly patted his hand away.

"Don't block his windpipe!"

Jiang Xuan opened his mouth wide in fright, nodded blankly, and retracted his curious paw.

The passers-by surrounded the place just now. How have they ever seen the scene of bloodletting with bamboo hairpins?
They all pointed at Su Yuanyuan and said that she had harmed the scholar. Facing the accusations from the people around, Su Yuanyuan pressured Jiang Xuan to invite a doctor. Jiang Xuan gave her a worried look and ran away.

Su Yuanyuan could only take out the first aid pill she made herself to stabilize the scholar's blood. She touched the scholar's chest. The lung had been pierced. If she wanted to recover, she had to open the chest for surgery, but in this world, How many people can undergo surgery?

At this time, the scholar's complexion gradually turned rosy, and he woke up leisurely, the first time he saw a woman with a cold face staring at him with slightly frowned eyebrows.

The woman's fingertips touched his chin coolly. He woke up for a moment and wanted to avoid it, but he pulled the wound on his body with a slight movement, and the pain and numbness spread all over his body in an instant. He couldn't help gasping.

"Don't move, your ribs are broken and your lungs have been stabbed. I'll tell you about your condition when you get to the hospital."

The scholar opened his mouth and slowly spit out a good word.

He turned his head slightly, and saw a handsome man sitting on a wooden chair, staring at him with cold eyes, which made him a little confused.

The doctor Jiang Xuan brought was the doctor who encouraged Su Yuanyuan when she helped a woman with dystocia to deliver her. Su Yuanyuan only remembered that his surname was Li. In this dynasty, there were not many doctors who could undergo surgery. This scholar met this Doctor, follow-up treatment is also more convenient.

With the help of everyone, the scholar was carried on a stretcher. When everyone saw that it was Dr. Li, they rushed forward to tell him about the situation just now.

Upon hearing the method of using bamboo hairpins to ventilate, Dr. Li raised his eyebrows and looked at Su Yuanyuan who was standing there in surprise.

The woman had lost a lot of weight since the last meeting, and her graceful figure was faintly visible under the long skirt. The original round face was covered with red sores, but now there were no traces of it. It took a long time for him to recognize Su Yuanyuan.

"Oh it's you!"

When he first heard the story of the lunatic-like young man with loose hair, when he heard that the broken rib pierced the lung, he immediately thought that the chance of this patient's survival was not high, and the congestion in the lungs It will block the trachea, and if it is not treated within a short period of time, it will suffocate and die. Even if this is solved, how can the ribs inserted into the lungs be transferred out?How to repair the punctured lung?These are all problems. If only the lady who dared to disembowel pregnant women and take their children to the doctor was here, she must have a solution.

Seeing Su Yuanyuan now, Dr. Li seemed to have taken a reassurance, and grabbed Su Yuanyuan's sleeve, "Follow me!"

The onlookers still thought that Su Yuanyuan was the murderer who hurt the scholar, so they stood up and stopped him from leaving.

Dr. Li was so angry that he wanted to jump, pointing at Su Yuanyuan and explaining, "She is a female doctor!"

When they heard that Su Yuanyuan was also a doctor, the people around them widened their eyes in shock. Female doctors were very rare in ancient times. They did not expect to see a scene of a female doctor treating illnesses and saving lives.

There were still people who were unwilling to give up and pointed to the bamboo tube on the scholar's chest, "She inserted all the bamboo tubes in! Isn't this hurting people!"

Dr. Li noticed right away that if there was no bamboo tube for ventilation, the scholar might not be able to last him and would suffocate to death.

Facing the questioning from the people around him, Dr. Li rolled his eyes with an expression of looking at a fool, "If there is no bamboo tube for ventilation, this scholar would have been suffocated to death long ago! A group of idiots, get out of the way! Don't delay our rescue! "

Dr. Li dragged Su Yuanyuan and trotted back to the clinic regardless of the people behind.

The layout of the medical hall was still the same as before, and the scholars were arranged on the treatment beds in the side hall.

Dr. Li almost regarded Su Yuanyuan as his backbone, and asked Su Yuanyuan what to do.

"Surgery is required."

"Surgery?"

Dr. Li recalled the bloody scene of dystocia, he didn't have the guts!
"You sterilize all the knives used for bone scraping and healing, and ask the guys to fetch a few more pots of hot water. Also, the clothes on our bodies must be replaced with clean, unworn clothes."

In fact, surgery is not terrible. What is terrible is surgical infection. Some patients survived the operation, but they did not survive the virus infection during the recovery process.

In ancient Europe, the clothes of most doctors were black, because they were afraid of getting dirty clothes during the treatment of patients, but this also increased the probability of patients being infected with bacteria. into white.

When the operation was ready, Su Yuanyuan gave the scholar the Mafeisan she had researched first. After eating for a while, the scholar's eyes became blurred, and he turned his head and fell asleep.

Su Yuanyuan first cut open the scholar's chest with a knife, slowly took out the ribs that had been stuck into the lungs, first sewed up the wounds in the lungs, and then replaced the ribs with the help of Dr. Li.

(End of this chapter)