The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

"Where is the patient? Lead the way!"

Both sun Changsheng and song Fuwen, the medical immortals, came on horseback. After turning over and dismounting at the door, they couldn't tidy up their instruments. They grabbed the angelica waiting at the door and hurried.

"In the wing room just cleaned up, the young lady has locked herself and young master Jiang in there for a long time. Please go and have a look!"

Angelica dahurica was so anxious that she ran in front with her skirt. Sun Changsheng and song Fuwen, with a medicine box on their back, followed behind with an iron blue face.

He hurried to the outside of the wing room. Just as he wanted to knock on the door, he saw that the door gently opened. Jiang qianxia's sweaty hair stuck to his face, leaned awkwardly against the door frame and smiled bitterly at them.

"Master, doctor song, shallow summer is out today. Whether students can walk in the future depends on whether they can help each other."

Without a promise, sun Changsheng calmly said, "go in and see the patient's situation, and Lao Jue will make a decision, but the girl can rest assured that Lao Jue will do his best."

Blocking the two people who were going inside, Jiang qianxia shook his head and said, "now is not the time. First bathe the whole body with qianxia with spirits, then change into clothes that have been boiled and disinfected, and then go in."

"At this time, you still think me and master are dirty?" Song Fuwen's face remained unchanged.

Nodding, Jiang qianxia said seriously, "it's really dirty, and this kind of dirt will kill him."

Although she did not explain the importance of sterile operating room in detail, her uncompromising appearance made both medical masters feel as if they understood something.

"The old man has realized the Tao for nearly ten years. He always feels that there is a layer of fog in front of him blocking his further journey. I really envy you, girl. You are already at the end of the cloud and look back."

"It's very difficult for the old man to touch the fog. Shallow summer is just stained with the light of his predecessors, which is not comparable to the old man's study."

Jiang qianxia said it sincerely. When she turned around with a smile and took them to take a bath, she missed the thoughtful look behind her.

"Predecessors..."

Sun Changsheng shook his head at the frowning apprentice and said softly, "shallow Xia girl is a man of great fortune. If she doesn't tell us in detail, we will strictly abide by the duty of a gentleman and don't explore other people's secrets."

"Yes, master."

It took a cup of tea to scrub the whole body with liquor. The stimulating feeling is really that Jiang qianxia is dizzy while refreshing and being smoked by the smell of liquor.

Wearing special masks, the three were fully armed, with only one pair of eyes exposed, stepped into the wing room and closed the door.

The huge crystal lamp hung extravagantly over Jiang Wenjie. The pure large white crystal made sun Changsheng look at it frequently.

Although it is not comparable to the modern shadowless lamp, it is the best alternative that Jiang qianxia can find.

"The injury caused by the strike of the staff hurts the waist. Even if you can get out of bed in the future, you can't carry it on your shoulders or lift it on your hands."

At a glance, song Fuwen came to a conclusion indifferently.

Sun Changsheng shook his head slightly, gently pressed the wound and pondered for a moment. He said, "if I can find some strange drugs to nourish bones, I'm sure I can let him live like ordinary people. He's not a farmer who eats by labor. It's really lucky."

Looking at Jiang Wenjie lying on the bed and still in a coma, Jiang qianxia picked up the modern anesthesia needle from the nearby shelf, calmly turned Jiang Wenjie to his side, and then gave him local anesthesia.

"It's important to save people. I don't care about those red tape in shallow summer."

Looking at the traditional Chinese medicine doctors, the old and the young, who almost never give the patient a knife. To use a knife is to cut off the affected part directly, Jiang qianxia said faintly:

"Wen Jie's injury is actually not heavy, but there is a bone fracture in the bone of the lumbar spine. He should have been resting for three months to recover, but the bad thing is that there should be broken bones pressing on his nerves."

"Nerves...?"

Song Fuwen took a deep breath and felt a little confused.

"Yes, nerves."

Not ready to explain what nerve is at this moment, Jiang qianxia simply said, "the specific medical books are piled up in the study. When Wenjie is cured, you and the old man have a lot of time to study slowly."

"That girl, what do you need me to do now?"

Sun Changsheng also became serious. He didn't think he was a good doctor. There was something wrong with fighting a little girl.

Gently press the wound. Jiang qianxia noticed that Jiang Wenjie, who was in a coma, didn't feel the pain of the wound. Knowing that the anesthesia was effective, she picked up the scalpel and clenched it nervously.

"I need to make a small cut in his waist to take out the broken bone, but I don't know where it is."

This is the most uncertain place of Jiang qianxia. It is impossible to film patients here, let alone directly observe the situation in the body by relying on medical equipment.

The risk of surgery will soar exponentially if she is required to operate under the condition of discrediting her eyes!

Of course, she can also choose to expand the wound to check the affected area more carefully, but this will increase the risk of postoperative infection. If she accidentally causes massive bleeding, she doesn't even have a blood bag to transfuse him!

I finally know why it was difficult to develop modern medicine in ancient times. Is there any difference between surgery and life fighting in such a bad environment?

"Girl, concentrate and calm down. Don't panic."

Sun Changsheng's gentle and steady voice, like a breeze, dissipated the boredom and tension in Jiang qianxia's heart.

Although she points out her surgical skills, there is a gap between theory and practice. It is inevitable to be nervous when she uses a knife for the first time.

Take a deep breath and calm down. Jiang qianxia looked at Sun Changsheng and said firmly, "please help qianxia determine the location of the broken bones."

"Hehe, although it's a little difficult, it's still hard to beat the old man."

As soon as Wen Sheng smiled, sun Changsheng gently touched Jiang Wenjie's wound. At the beginning, he didn't dare to exert himself. Slowly, he found that Jiang Wenjie seemed to feel no pain at all. He was surprised to see Jiang qianxia, and silently focused on sensing the strangeness of the wound.

"... here, the broken bones are very small. Are you sure, girl?"

Quickly circle the position of the broken bones with a pen. Jiang qianxia said without raising his head: "Song Fuwen, you have good eyes and stare carefully. If there is a deviation in my knife, you must remind me."

Song Fuwen immediately became nervous, stared at the position of the broken bone and nodded hard.

The sharp scalpel cuts a small opening and goes deep slowly.

The special fine tweezers poked into the mouth and pushed out a strange convex mark under the skin, which made people's scalp numb.

When the tweezers reached near the bone slice, Jiang qianxia wiped the sweat off his forehead and said in a astringent voice, "I'm afraid of hurting the nerve, so I must clamp the bone slice directly. Song Fuwen, help me."

"Keep moving forward, slow down, slow down, slightly to the left... Yes, that's the direction. Open the tweezers down. Don't worry, it's protruding here. You'll get broken bones."

Like an accurate robot, Jiang qianxia listened to song Fuwen's tips and went deep with tweezers bit by bit. When she heard this, her spirit vibrated again, she held her breath and worked hard slowly.

"... caught!"

The tactile sensation of the tweezers was accurately transmitted to Jiang qianxia's fingers. When his eyes were hot, Jiang qianxia almost cried directly.

Jiang qianxia forcibly pressed down the excitement in his heart. He carefully took out the bone pieces gently and threw them into the plate. He trembled and sewed the wound less than a finger long layer by layer.

"Help the girl to have a rest."

Sun Changsheng called his apprentice to serve Jiang qianxia, who was about to collapse. Then he was surprised to touch the wound that was no longer harmful, smiled and took out the best bone medicine from the medicine box to apply medicine to Jiang Wenjie, who relaxed his body and fell asleep.

"He is a blessed child. There are not many people who can heal with old men, Fu Wen and your daughter..."

Turning to Jiang qianxia, who was holding his stomach and lying on the couch, sun Changsheng smiled.

"Old people are also blessed. When they are dying, they can see the wonders of medical skills. Good, good."