The spy career of a surgeon

Chapter 2 Surgery
The surroundings were shaken into silence by this almost scolding voice.

"Go!" Zhou Qinghe glared at the nurse and shouted.

Who is this person?The other nurses were still in a daze, asking Su Weiyong for his opinion, but Wu Xiaoxiao quickly ran to the operating room and quickly handed over a syringe.

"Okay?" she asked.

Zhou Qinghe didn't answer. His lungs were punctured and he couldn't breathe. The consequence of not being fast was that he would be suffocated to death by his own tattered lungs.

He pressed the patient's chest with his left hand and quickly found the position. Without hesitation, his right hand plunged towards the apex of the lung in the second intercostal space under the clavicle.

This action looks like silence.

Everyone's hearts were raised, and they were as nervous as a hedgehog about to explode.

Jia Yulin kept staring at Zhou Qinghe, wanting to say something, but after thinking about treating a dead horse like a living horse doctor, he continued reading without saying anything.

It was just the importance of this red party that made him clenched his fists unconsciously and swallowed.

The gas mixed with blood was extracted from the injured person's body as the needle pumped upward.

Zhou Qinghe stared at the expression of the injured person. As the syringe was about to be filled up, the injured person bowed his body like a shrimp and finally lay down again. The cyanosis caused by lack of oxygen was finally able to breathe in oxygen. The feeling of comfort eased.

The most critical moment has passed and some time has been gained.

Zhou Qinghe took a breath and handed over the syringe: "Operate immediately."

Then I looked around and saw that everyone around me was exhaling heavily as if they had been sucked out.

He couldn't help but say: "It's not like you are lying down, why are you panicking?"

The expressions of the people around him were a little unnatural, but a syringe actually eased the injured man's breathing quickly and accurately. This method made Jia Yulin swallow the words in his mouth.

As a rule, the doctors who deal with prisoners of the Secret Service must be vetted by their Secret Service.

Therefore, doctors in the past basically designated Su Weiyong.

One is good technology, and the other is safety.

Who knows if the people who silenced me will sneak in?
But this kid probably won’t be able to.

"go out."

Zhou Qinghe yelled at the plainclothes man who was following the surgeon.

People these days have very poor awareness of preventing infection. All cats and dogs rush into the operating room.

Perhaps due to the technical shock, even though none of these people knew Zhou Qinghe, they looked at each other and retreated honestly.

The door closes and the operating light comes on.

"Go check this doctor's information." Jia Yulin lowered his head and lit a cigarette, and then said to his men.

"Yes."

Not long after, the men who had finished inquiring came back.

"I don't know him, but you just came to apply for a job?" Jia Yulin waved his hand, frowned and said nothing.

In the operating room, it was very quiet.

There is a saying that describes the atmosphere in the operating room. If the doctor speaks in a yellow tone, it means that he has wisdom. If no one speaks, it means that the matter is serious and you must concentrate on it.

For Su Weiyong, this was an absolutely major operation, and he didn't dare to perform it at all. He frowned and stared at the movement of the knife in Zhou Qinghe's hand.

For Zhou Qinghe, the surgeon, the surgery itself was not complicated.

The difficult part is the postoperative period.

Gunshot wounds are troublesome, and gunshot wounds to the lungs are even more troublesome.

Even in the 21st century, with all the medicines and sophisticated equipment, the probability of death from gunshot wounds to the lungs is still a few percent, let alone in the 25 years of the Republic of China when there was a shortage of medical treatment.

Now the medical shortage has been solved, but medicine.
The bullet is injected into the body, causing a cavity effect, resulting in a large area of ​​damage. Debridement, suturing, and repair of broken internal organs. Bullets carry toxic metals such as lead, which rub against internal blood vessels and leave traces that can induce infection. All he could do was deal with it as cleanly as possible.

But it is inevitable that infection will occur everywhere.

Bang, the bullet was taken out and fell into the box handed over by the nurse.

"Okay." Su Weiyong couldn't help but cheer, his expression was excited, and he looked at Zhou Qinghe with a completely different look. This time he really found a treasure. "Dr. Zhou's skills are superb." He couldn't help but praise, his smile couldn't hide the creases at the corners of his eyes.

This is a young man with extraordinary talents, no worse than the foreign doctors in Shanghai.

"Who are these people?" Zhou Qinghe asked.

"From the Fuxing Society Secret Service, the leader is Jia Yulin from the Intelligence Section." Su Weiyong answered questions quickly, his eyes never leaving Zhou Qinghe's hand.

As a surgeon, he also wants to make progress, but the most troublesome thing is that since then, he has represented the highest medical skills in Nanjing. Who should he learn from?
"Do you have sulfa in stock?" Zhou Qinghe could think of this as the only effective anti-inflammatory drug to treat postoperative infections after gunshot wounds.

"Have."

"Hmm, hold on for a while, and it'll be steady."

Zhou Qinghe said something to the nurse who was retracting the hook, and continued to thread needles and threads in the blood.

Three hours of delicate work is no less than a battle without smoke.

It is a big test for both the surgeon's mental and physical strength.

So some doctors can't do surgery.

Just standing still for three hours is a kind of torture.

Zhou Qinghe actually found that he was not tired from standing.

His physique seemed to have undergone a miraculous improvement.

In terms of memory, he was even more outstanding. The locations of the blood vessels he had seen were all imprinted in his mind, like a bird's-eye view captured by a camera.

Although time travel did not give him any special ability to dispense medicine in the air, he has a photographic memory, which seems to be quite good.

At first, he only used his photographic memory for reading books, catalogs of medicines that recorded this era, and medicine combinations.

But now that I think about it, there is a lot of room for exploring this ability.

Major wound repair completed.

Although it looked tattered and bloody, it did survive on the operating table.

"You finish it."

Zhou Qinghe was habitually prepared to give the doctors watching a chance to learn.

As the chief surgeon, you can't do everything, otherwise how will the people below you grow?

But when he said it and looked up, he regretted it.

He forgot that the director who was interviewing him was opposite him.

This behavior is somewhat disrespectful.

However, Su Weiyong's performance was extraordinary.

"Really?" Su Weiyong was a little excited and asked repeatedly in disbelief.

"Can I?"

The success of this operation can be bragging rights for a lifetime, but he actually has the opportunity to use a mobile phone?
"Director, forget it, I think you have been standing for a long time. Are you tired?" Zhou Qinghe said.

"Not tired! Knife!"

Su Weiyong seemed to be glowing with a second spring and in high spirits.

Outside the door, there were cigarette butts on the ground.

Jia Yulin looked up from time to time and glanced at the light sign that said 'Under Surgery'.

He not only hopes that the light sign will be on, which at least proves that the person is still alive, but also hopes that the light sign will be extinguished, proving that there will be an immediate result, regardless of life or death.

Finally, the lights went out.

All of a sudden, he was so nervous.

(End of this chapter)