Zhu Yuanzhang can see my dreams

Chapter 138 138 It’s a rough job

He Wenhui was confused by Wang Buli's question. After a while, he said:

"You mean, I can still be saved?"

"Of course, imperial doctors are officials, and they are not the ones with the best medical skills in the Ming Dynasty."

Wang Buli finally gave He Wenhui a reasonable explanation.

He Wenhui was already prepared to face death, but Wang Buli's words aroused hope of living.

Who the hell doesn’t want to live?

I am only thirty-six years old, which is a good age to make achievements on the battlefield.

He Wenhui opened his quilt and felt hot again:

"Don't I have malaria?"

Wang Buli stepped forward again and lifted He Wenhui's lower limbs:

"Does the pain feel lessened now?"

"Hey, yes."

He Wenhui didn't understand that just this action had an immediate effect.

Damn it.

The Prince Consort really doesn't look like a person who talks nonsense.

“Unlike malaria, the symptoms are very much like a disease in the stomach.

Because my medical skills are not very good, I have to ask my father to do it. My father is an old doctor who has been practicing medicine for decades.

But I have to invite your family members to come in and bear witness. After all, this treatment method is a narrow escape from death. "

Wang Buli didn't know what appendicitis was in ancient times. His father was well-informed and must have known it.

"Someone, tell my son to come in."

He Wenhui raised his legs and shouted.

The imperial doctor told him that there would be no life in ten years of death. Now that Wang Buli said there would be one life in nine deaths, I would definitely give it a try.

Everyone is happy if they are alive, and it doesn't matter if they are not alive.

He Huan was actually outside the room. Hearing this, he immediately opened the door and barged in.

"father."

The tears on He Huan's face had not yet fallen.

"From now on, you listen to the prince-in-law. He may be able to save me."

He Wenhui yelled, and his heart burst with great belief in wanting to live.

Appendicitis is a disease that is not easy to operate and was a very fatal disease in ancient times.

Not everyone has Hua Tuo’s medical idea of ​​scraping bones to cure poison.

He Huan was stunned for a while, and then he knelt on the ground with a plop:

"As long as the prince consort saves my father, my life will be yours."

Zhu Biao stood outside the door. He couldn't care less at this time and rushed in: "Brother-in-law, do you really have a solution?"

"A way to escape death." Wang Buli helped He Huan up:

"According to my method of treatment, if it is not cured, it will be death. Therefore, it is extremely dangerous to call the patient's family members in and ask whether they should adopt it."

"I can make the decision myself. If I don't get treatment, I won't be able to survive for more than a few days."

He Wenhui started to have a fever again and asked someone to fan him.

Wang Buli looked at Zhu Biao: "First find two strips of cloth, tie them on the bed, and put He Qianshi's legs on them to relieve the abdominal pain."

After everything was done, He Wenhui felt much better:

"My Prince Consort is really a miracle doctor. My abdominal pain has been much relieved. It's even more effective than taking medicine!"

His wives, concubines, and sons all looked at Wang Buli with eager expressions in their eyes.

Zhu Biao also breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that Wang Buli had a way.

Even if it is dangerous.

It’s better than nothing!

"Prince-in-law, how on earth do you want to treat my father?"

"My plan is to use a knife to open He Qianshi's belly, then cut off the diseased parts of his belly, and finally sew the belly shut.

Just like Hua Tuo scraping Guan Yu's bones to cure the poison, the risk is extremely high. If you are not careful, you will die immediately. Your family can use the coffin outside immediately. "

After Wang Buli finished his auspicious words, the whole place was silent.

This method is too appalling.

It is a legend that Hua Tuo scraped bones to cure poison.

Who the hell saw it with their own eyes.

When the imperial doctor comes, he always takes medicine and gives injections.

How can there be such a radical rule of law?

It sounds like death.

"rule!"

He Wenhui pointed at himself with one finger and said:

"I've been on the battlefield for so many years, and I've been stabbed in the stomach a lot. I'm so scared.

Prince Consort, you can treat me, but in the worst case, I will die. Anyway, the coffin is ready.

As a consort, you have a bright future. You could just sit back and watch without saying a word.

But if you dare to stand up, why don't I, He Wenhui, dare to get stabbed? "

"Okay, if you have anything to say, I will definitely ask my father to go all out." Wang Buli nodded and said:

"Brother Prince, send someone to fetch my father and tell him to bring a knife. Don't let him get tired on the way. He will have to use the knife himself later. Don't let your hands shake."

"Ah."

Zhu Biao immediately ordered people to do it, and then heard Wang Buli shout:

"Now go and boil a few large pots of hot water for later use. Be sure to boil them."

The entire He family immediately mobilized and found a clean guest room. Except for He Huan, who was left to take care of his father personally, everyone else was cleared.

Wang Buli sat on a round stool and said:

"He Qianshi, I'll give you some sweat medicine later, so you won't have to move around in pain, which will easily affect the knife."

"No, look at the gunshot and arrow wounds on my body. I'm used to the pain."

He Wenhui only felt that he was in a much better mood now that the pain in his abdomen was gone.

"I have always known that He Qian is very brave, but just in case, in order to make the operation successful, you have to listen to the doctor ~ my father."

"Good good."

He Wenhui did not refute.

His own mortal life was in Wang Buli's hands, so he naturally said whatever he wanted.

Now Wang Buli is his only savior.

After the water boiled, Wang Buli found some good green salt in the kitchen.

According to the proportion, simply mix some light salt water.

After he returned, he applied light salt water on He Wenhui's body to prevent him from losing body fluids too quickly due to the high temperature.

"Prince-in-law, why do I always feel like you are going to roast me and marinate me in advance?"

"you're right."

He Wenhui originally wanted to control the field, but he found that Wang Buli was even more ruthless than him, and his intention to make a joke was extinguished.

Wang Buli asked his son to light a fire and disinfect the knife later.

To be honest, He Wenhui has never encountered such an idea. He would like to cosplay Guan Erye soberly and receive treatment.

But Mr. Guan is on his arm, there is no need to disembowel him!

"Prince-in-law, can I have a drink beforehand?"

"We'll wait until my father comes. You can't eat or drink from now on, and you can't eat or drink even after the operation. Be prepared to lose ten pounds of body weight, and then slowly recover in the future."

"it is good."

He Wenhui swallowed and said no more.

Compared with losing his life, He Wenhui felt that he could still take over losing ten pounds of meat.

Zhu Biao sent someone back to the palace to report to Zhu Yuanzhang that Wang Buli had taken action to treat He Wenhui.

Zhu Yuanzhang calmed down for a while and then said: "The imperial doctor has told us a long time ago that Dao She is ill. There is no cure in the world. He can only die in pain, so he did not tell him the truth."

"Now that Bu Li is willing to help, he is very kind."

Empress Ma also had deep feelings for these adopted sons.

On weekdays, Zhu Yuanzhang was away fighting, and he took care of these teenage children.

It can be said that the adopted sons have more affection for Queen Ma than Zhu Yuanzhang.

"We know."

Zhu Yuanzhang looked into the distance and said: "We only know that cutting open a person's stomach kills people, but we have never thought that we can also save people."

"I hope I can save Dao She."

Queen Ma's tears flowed down unconsciously.

When her adopted sons died in battle, she was heartbroken.

The child who grew up beside Queen Ma actually walked ahead of her. How could she not be sad?

Zhu Yuanzhang just held Queen Ma's hand, comforted her for a while, and then went back to filling the loopholes in the post system.

The world will not stop just because one person dies.

It would be best if Wang Buli could save He Wenhui.

If he can't be saved, then there's nothing he can do.

Zhu Yuanzhang still chose to believe in the imperial doctors in Tai Hospital.

After several attacks in the fairyland, Zhu Yuanzhang knew that not all diseases could be cured by them.

Medicine can never kill people!

Doctor Wang listened to the prince's call for help, and then spoke the code that his son was familiar with.

He immediately turned around and picked up the medical box he had kept. After giving a few instructions, he left for the emergency room.

Sitting in the carriage, Divine Doctor Wang closed his eyes and meditated without saying a word.

To be honest, he has not tried operating a knife on a human body.

Because there are not that many people who dare to let him heal them like this.

This move is really too shocking.

The method that Doctor Wang said to his son had at best been tested on piglets.

When they arrived at He Mansion, Doctor Wang walked in slowly and was immediately greeted by Prince Zhu Biao.

Doctor Wang just saluted and went to the ward without saying anything else.

After entering the door, Doctor Wang saw his son sitting there waiting:

"Dad, you're here?" "You're here."

Doctor Wang put down the medical kit on his shoulder:

"Son, think about it, we have never opened a knife on anyone.

If you kill someone, can you afford the infamy? "

"He is already dead." Wang Buli stood up and said with a smile:

"So dad, you don't need to worry. Even if he doesn't undergo this operation, he won't survive for two days. It's better to die and live.

It's easy to say if we can save him, but if we can't, we should just accumulate experience. Maybe we can save him next time. "

The conversation between father and son did not take into account the emotions of the patient beside him.

He Wenhui and his son also knew that Wang Buli was telling the truth.

He had experienced the cruelty of fate when he was young, but He Huan couldn't bear it anymore.

The young people couldn't accept it.

"Cry your ass." He Wenhui angrily scolded his son:

"You're worthless. If you cry again, get out of here. We're not dead yet."

He Huan immediately shut up, not daring to sob.

"Come on, you two." He Wenhui turned around and laughed again:

"My father-in-law, we only have one request. Can the Menghan medicine be put into the wine? I can drink Zhuangxing wine before I die. I'm satisfied!"

Doctor Wang came forward to check and confirmed that He Wenhui was suffering from intestinal carbuncle.

As long as you have this disease, it is recorded in medical books that there is no cure.

As a doctor who was used to seeing life and death, Divine Doctor Wang naturally met the patient's needs and gave him the Mongolian sweat medicine in his wine.

Then, while waiting for the medicine to take effect, the three of them took a hot bath according to Wang Buli's request, trying to create a sterile environment, which was better than nothing.

When Wang Buli reached out and opened his eyes, he saw He Wenhui passed out.

Then I took out the things that needed to be prepared from the medicine box.

"You're waiting nearby. If I ask you to wipe your sweat, just wipe it. You can't say a word."

He Huan was holding bamboo tweezers with a towel on them and a simple mask on his mouth.

After telling He Huan, Wang Buli put finger gloves made of simple sterilized sheep intestines on his father.

Avoid scratching your hands and getting them infected.

Doctor Wang knows the location of some things better than Wang Buli.

"let's start."

Doctor Wang personally operated and opened a gaping hole, while Wang Buli held up the gaping hole for him.

Dr. Wang put on his reading glasses and carefully found out the damaged and inflamed area, took out the scissors and cut it off, used a clamp to stop the bleeding, then used sheep intestines as a suture needle and sprinkled some medicinal powder.

This process is extremely long.

Doctor Wang also saw that there was fluid accumulation in the abdominal cavity, but he could not remove it with his hands. There was a look of eagerness on his face.

"Son, there is still pus in his stomach."

Wang Buli thought for a moment and gritted his teeth and said, "Dad, make another opening in his stomach and use a thin bamboo tube to drain out the fluid."

At this time, He Wenhui was already moaning slightly.

This is everyone's first time to undergo surgery. Being able to stand here is considered a very brave person.

Neither father nor son regarded him as a living person, just a corpse used to gain experience.

Doctor Wang no longer hesitated, and immediately made another incision and asked his son to sterilize the thin bamboo tube before inserting it.

Then the stitches started.

Wang Buli had no psychological burden and did everything he could.

Seeking life from death.

Before the stitches were finished, He Wenhui woke up from the pain.

"Give your father some more sweat medicine, so that he won't be able to sew and stop the bleeding."

He Huan didn't dare to speak, so he changed the towels used by the father and son and his father to wipe their sweat.

He Wenhui stared in confusion before he was given the sweat medicine again.

But the physical pain made it difficult for him to fall asleep immediately.

Just as there was a faint cry of pain, Doctor Wang finally finished sewing the stitches.

The ice in the room has melted a lot, and the temperature overall remains cool.

Doctor Wang took a few steps back and sat on the chair, breathing heavily.

This is really not the job that a man of his age should do.

It’s too mentally draining.

Zhu Biao has not left, and it has been more than an hour now.

The other two young men in the room were also slumped on their chairs.

Wang Buli didn't speak, and He Huan didn't dare to speak either.

Because his father still had a tube inserted into his stomach to drain fluid out.

"When the tube stops bleeding, your father will finally sew up the wound, apply medicine, and wait to see the effect."

Wang Buli explained that he didn't care whether there would be a little effusion inside or any sequelae.

After the treatment was completed, Doctor Wang had no strength left, so Wang Buli carried him out of the room.

Everyone gathered around.

"Everyone stop, no one can go in."

Wang Buli carried his father on his back and said:

"Patients now need a sterile environment. You are all carrying dirty things on your body and are not allowed to enter.

And the patients can’t eat, so you don’t have to deliver meals.

If He Qianshi can survive, that means he is alive.

If he cannot carry it, his son will carry him into the coffin, and you will prepare for the funeral as usual.

Now prepare a guest room for me and my dad, he needs to get better rest. "

Zhu Biao had taken control of the entire scene at this time and personally led Wang Buli forward.

After entering the room, Wang Buli undressed his father and wiped him with a towel.

After confirming that his father was asleep, he tiptoed out.

"Are you confident?"

"It's not big. They said it's a way to survive in death." Wang Buli sat in the pavilion and blew in the wind:

"And this is the first time my father has used a knife on someone. He has no previous experience. People suffering from intestinal carbuncle among the people do not dare to let my father operate like this. He has only tried it on piglets."

Zhu Biao said nothing more.

This is indeed the first time I have heard of such a shocking method.

It seems to be a unique skill passed down from family, otherwise Wang Buli would not ask his father to practice the knife himself.

"You haven't learned it?"

"I'm not good at medicine because it's very troublesome to keep learning."

Wang Buli was fanning his hand, his eyes a little dull.

In fact, this is not a major surgery, but it is still troublesome and tiring.

Moreover, in order to facilitate the operation, my father made the knife edge not small.

It can be said that the whole process of this operation was rough.

He Wenhui's ability to survive must be due to luck.

"As long as he doesn't have a fever, the disease can be considered cured."

Seeing that Zhu Biao was deep in thought, Wang Buli added another sentence.

Zhu Biao also understood that Wang Buli repeatedly emphasized that this was a method of narrow escape, and it was also to avoid some medical troubles.

After another hour, He Huan shouted out the window that his father was awake and asked the consort to come and take a look.

Wang Buli was shaken awake from his sleep, stood up and walked aside.

"Does your dad still have a fever or something?"

"No."

"Well, let's keep an eye on it."

"My dad said he was hungry."

In fact, He Wenhui gritted his teeth in pain.

But even if I scratched the sheets, I didn't say it hurt, I just said I was hungry.

Nowadays, Wang Buli has no painkillers for him to take, let alone anti-inflammatory drugs.

Wang Buli thought for a while and sent someone to mix a bamboo tube with molasses water. After disinfecting it, he handed it through the window:

"From now until tomorrow morning, you two can drink this, and feed your father with a spoon. Don't let him drink a large gulp in one go, which will save him multiple peeings."

"it is good."

He Huan obeyed Wang Buli's words.

Because he saw with his own eyes the miraculous doctor and his son outside who cut open his father's stomach and sewed it back up.

Moreover, He Huan also saw the piece of bad meat that caused his father's death, placed on the tray.

Now that his father is awake, He Huan has hope.

Zhu Biao sent someone to send a message to Wang Buli's house again, saying that he would treat the patient tonight and would not go back.

The mistress of the He family personally came to entertain the prince and the father-in-law.

The men in the house were gone, and only the two of them were left.

Wang Buli is still a dazzling fan.

Divine Doctor Wang ate slowly. He was extremely uneasy, but he didn't say much.

The Mistress of the He family felt much more at ease when she saw that the father and son were eating as usual.

After all, the imperial doctors had no choice but to prepare for the funeral.

Now the doctor said there was a way, which sounded much crueler, but her husband was still alive after all.

The current coffin is no longer needed.

The night passed.

He Huan was so hungry that hundreds of claws were scratching his heart.

His father, He Wenhui, endured the pain and fell asleep, but was woken up by the early pain again.

"Son, ask the Prince Consort when we can eat."

He Huan took out a small amount of sweet water:

"Dad, you're so hungry that you're dizzy. Let's drink this. Didn't the prince-in-law say that if you want to be good, you won't be able to lose ten pounds of meat, so you should be hungry first."

(End of this chapter)