Yu Wenhao believes in him, believes in his heart, and believes in his medical skills. Old Yuan said to him more than once that his brother did a good job in surgery and he is an excellent surgeon. He is willing to entrust his life to him. .
If you decide to do surgery, you must do all the pre-operative inspections.
First match the blood type. The people present are all martial arts practitioners and have good physique. After asking if there is any dark disease, they will start to match the blood type.
Fang Wu prepares the operating room, finds a room, cleans and disinfects, and then finds out the items needed for the operation from the medicine box. She is not as comfortable as Yuan Qingling in controlling the medicine box, but she has everything to use.
My spirit improved after I took the Zijin Tang, so I ate some millet porridge, and there was something in my stomach, so the operation could not be performed immediately, and it had to be delayed for a few hours, so I had to put water first.
And a few hours later, it was three watch days. Brother Yuan decided to have the surgery tomorrow, because surgery at night is not impossible, because the lighting here is not good. If there is the sun tomorrow, no candle lighting is needed.
He checked the operating room and looked at the roof. There were no bright tiles and the lighting was not good, so he asked Tang Yang to replace it with a few bright tiles to let the sun shine in tomorrow to increase the brightness of the operating room.
After Fang Wu checked Yu Wenhao's blood picture, it was found that his platelets and hemoglobin were relatively low, and he was put on human albumin. If this is not possible, he has to undergo a round of blood transfusion first.
Opening the chest to repair the lung lobes is not a major operation for Brother Yuan, but because of the difficult conditions, he repeatedly said to his wife that he must ensure that nothing is wrong, and that everything that can be controlled by humans is fully controlled.
Everyone pinned all their hopes on Brother Yuan and Fang Wu. They stopped pushing blood through the palace and feeding medicine. They watched the potion enter the prince's body through the strange tube little by little, and the prince also saw it. It was a little better than before, and everyone believed in Brother Yuan.
Now everyone hopes that tomorrow's weather will be clear, then everything is ready.
By the morning of the next day, the sky really cleared, the operating room equipped with Mingwa was disinfected again, and Yu Wenhao was moved in.
Those with matched blood types should also be sterilized together and wait beside them. Due to limited equipment, they can only infuse them on the spot.
Before the anesthesia, Yu Wenhao, who was not sober, suddenly grabbed Brother Yuan's hand, and his eyes lit up, "Wait a minute, Lao Yuan is here!"
Brother Yuan was startled, thinking he was expecting his sister to come, so he softly soothed, "Don't worry, she is on the way, I believe you will be there tomorrow. When she comes, you will be anaesthetized and you will be sober."
"No, she's here!" Yu Wenhao opened his eyes hard, looking at the direction of the door, the light in his eyes flickered.
The several mobile blood banks present were very surprised. They leaned over the window and looked out. Sure enough, they heard the sound of horseshoes.
After a while, there was a voice outside.
"Really here?" Brother Yuan was a little surprised. He thought it would take her two days to arrive. This girl is really fatal.
Fang Wu carried the medicine box and disinfectant water and went out. Seeing Yuan Qingling and the others had indeed arrived, Tang Yang was telling her about the situation. When Fang Wu came out, Yuan Qingling's eyes were hot, and he asked in a hurry, "How is he? "
Fang Wu saw her in the dust, her tiredness not faded, but her eyes were full of anxiety, and he said: "Preparing for the operation, you came just by chance, go in quickly."
She took the medicine box in one hand and walked quickly to a wing. There were sterile clothes in the medicine box. After she changed it, she put on a mask and went out to disinfect at the door. All her movements were methodical and she was not particularly nervous and anxious.
After the disinfection, she let Fang Wu disinfect again and entered the operating room with her.
On the way, I was anxious and rushed, never stopping. It was when I was exhausted, but when she saw him lying on the operating table with a pale and joyful smile at her, she felt exhausted and quickly walked up to hold her. He held his hand, intertwined his fingers, looked into his eyes, his eyes were red, and he said softly, "I'm here!"
He nodded slightly, the joy and longing in his eyes couldn't hide, he was injured, it was this time that he was most awake.
He knew she would come.
All the anxiety and worries disappeared, no matter what, it was enough for him to see her side.
Staring madly for a moment, he slowly closed his eyes.
Brother Yuan had already injected anesthesia into the infusion tube when they were talking and facing each other.
Yuan Qingling breathed out softly, condensed her mind, adjusted her emotions, and put herself into a very professional state.
The chief surgeon was Brother Yuan, assisted by Yuan Qingling and Fang Wu, plugged in oxygen, and then started.
Without the aid of instruments, everything had to rely on the naked eye and couldn't stump Brother Yuan. He held the scalpel and cut through the flesh of his chest. The moment the blood came out, the people watching him were frightened.
Everyone held their breath, and didn't even dare to take a sip of the atmosphere, for fear that it would startle Brother Yuan. If his knife was scratched in the wrong place, it would be terrible.
But they didn't dare to show off, but they heard Brother Yuan suddenly teasing, "Brother-in-law's chest muscles are pretty good. Doesn't this kid exercise less?"
His voice seemed particularly abrupt in the operating room. Everyone's hearts hung up, and they almost wanted to pull him out to have a hammer. He opened the prince's chest with a knife, and he was joking
I thought the princess would scold him, but she didn't know that the princess actually took the conversation, "He is a martial artist, and he has good chest and abdominal muscles."
"Well, it's just that he has actually suffered a lot of injuries. Looking at the mottled scar on this body, it's really pitiful!"
"Most of them are scars left on the battlefield. Some are assassinations and assassinations. Fortunately, they have been shocked before!" Yuan Qing Ling Yun said calmly, she was comforting herself, and this time it was the same No risk.
Brother Yuan gave a hum, and a stream of blood splashed from his eyes, "Hemostatic forceps!"
Yuan Qingling handed it over, and Fang Wu took a towel and wiped his forehead with blood. The expressions of the three of them were abnormally calm.
However, the nearby mobile blood banks almost fell to the ground with fright.
The operation was proceeding in an orderly manner. After opening the chest cavity, everything was as Brother Yuan guessed. The rib was broken and the lung was stabbed. There was necrotic tissue in the right lobe that needed to be removed and could not be repaired.
The amount of bleeding is still relatively large, so a blood transfusion is needed. Fang Wu comes over to draw the blood and enter it into Yu Wenhao's body.
Yuan Qingling was not afraid at all. She thought she would be very nervous along the way, but there was no such thing. Her brother was here to relieve her a lot of pressure.
The operation lasted for two hours, which was not particularly fast, but it was okay. After all, this was done without the aid of any equipment.
The final stitching was done by Yuan Qingling. Brother Yuan listened to her cardiopulmonary function and reached out to her and made an OK gesture.