Chapter One Hundred and Forty Three
The surgical tweezers gripped the bullet and slowly pulled it out from the ballistic wound, steady to a certain level, without any chaos.
"This bullet should be a special bullet reinforced with metallic lead and metallic antimony. It is a toxic alloy. When its toxicity continues to spread to the cerebrospinal fluid, it will become acutely onset, causing the central nervous system to stop reflexes and temporarily cause loss of breathing. The characteristic appears.” After Gu Tingyu took the tweezers and pulled out the reinforced metal bullet, he could see that the data on the monitor had gradually improved.
"Can this bullet be given to me?" Dahan stepped forward and asked, he wanted to leave evidence, and the bullet that hurt the old man must remain in his hand.
Gu Tingyu nodded, and directly handed the bloody bullet to the big man.
"Next, suture the wound and put in the antidote. Although the old man is very old, he has to admit that his body is in good condition and his physical function is comparable to that of a middle-aged person. It can be said that the danger is relieved." Gu Tingyu breathed a sigh of relief. Gu Tingyu doesn't need to get started with the treatment. I believe that the doctors in Jingshitang are also capable of handling the wound.
Zhang Hongyu took it.
Completely convinced, such an old man who has already half-footed into the ghost gate can actually be rescued.
Zhang Hongyu watched Gu Tingyu's operation and was amazed.
Although it was a bit risky during the operation, the process of holding the surgical tweezers to clamp out the bullets was really shocking. This video of the operation can be regarded as a classic case of international surgery.
Now, although Zhang Hongyu is still very upset with Gu Tingyu, but in the face of Gu Tingyu's medical qualities, he has to admit it.
Especially the sentence, the patient has not given up the hope of life yet, you living Bodhisattvas who save people have given up, don't you feel sad
Sad, how sad.
All the doctors present bowed their heads in shame, and in front of Gu Tingyu, they really weren't doctors.
After wiping his hands with an alcohol paper towel, Gu Tingyu breathed a sigh of relief, then picked up the acupuncture needle bag, and then pinched out the long and thin acupuncture needles and inserted them into the old man's body one by one.
Soon, the old man's torso was still full of silver needles in his head.
"Wait, although I started to inject the antidote, shouldn't the lower brainstem craniotomy be performed now
"A doctor asked suspiciously.
Gu Tingyu shook his head: "No, just remember that every silver needle on the old man's body can't be easily pulled out before he wakes up."
After speaking, Gu Tingyu beckoned to Zhang Hongyu again, "Go and find a candle."
"Candle?" Zhang Hongyu looked dazed, what is this going to do.
Although curious, he didn't dare to say anything with that big guy, so he could only look for it obediently.
Before long, Zhang Hongyu invited a candle and handed it to Gu Tingyu.
After holding the candle, Gu Tingyu pinched two fingers and rubbed a piece of wool from the old man's sweater that had become rags, wound one end of the wool around the lighted candle, and put the other end on the silver needle of acupuncture and moxibustion.
Afterwards, the silver needle was inserted into the old man's Yintang.
Light up the life lamp, and all you have to do next is to save the old man before the candle burns out.
In the previous injury, the old man lost one soul from his three souls, and his seven souls were scattered, and he was already a living dead. Fortunately, Gu Tingyu plugged in the soul-suppressing needle, and then lit the life lamp, using the life lamp as a matchmaker. Those souls that have left the body, before the lamp of life is dissipated, the souls can definitely be recovered and returned to the flesh.
"This lamp must not be extinguished." Gu Tingyu said seriously, "Okay, then you don't need to worry about it, just wait."
When the life light comes on, everything becomes simpler.
The heart rate fluctuation graph on the monitor finally started to recover little by little. Although the more normal people are still a little weak, but fortunately, at least one point is confirmed, and the patient is now alive.
"Mr. Gu Tingyu, thank you for your help again." The big man's eyes were full of tears, and such a tough steel man actually shed tears.
Gu Tingyu shook his head: "The healer is supposed to hang the pot to help the world. Since it is destined, I just did what I should do."
As a physician, the only thing you can do is to do your best to learn medical skills and save the people you can save. Life is truly precious.
"It's all gone, I'll take care of this building."
A candle can only be lit for ten hours at most. Before the candle burns out, the big man needs to wait another ten hours.
Wherever these doctors have the face to stay here, they are already blushing
Face, the medical ethics is not as good as Gu Tingyu, and the medical skills are even worse.
"Doctor Gu is mighty."
"Doctor Gu rises up!"
A group of students waited quietly outside the operating building. After hearing the stories of the students who were lucky enough to observe inside, they all showed shocked expressions and had to admit that Gu Tingyu's reputation had increased a lot.
"Everyone, don't be around here. The patient needs to be quiet."
Gu Tingyu's words were very powerful, and all the fans and students said that they had worked hard, and then left obediently.
In a blink of an eye, only Gu Tingyu and the big man beside the old man were left outside the operating building.
"Mr. Gu, my name is Chen Hu." The big man stretched out his hand and said respectfully to Gu Tingyu.
"Thank you, Gu Tingyu, but you seem to know it already."
The big man nodded, "Last time I left the train station, the old man wanted to find you to thank you personally, and we came to Jingshitang a few days ago, but I didn't expect to meet you again in Jingshitang this time."
With that said, a big man named Chen Hu took out a box of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, popped out two cigarettes and handed one of them to Gu Tingyu: "Come one?"
"No thanks."
Chen Hu didn't give in, put the cigarette away, took out the foreign fire and lit it, took a deep breath, and vomited the mist.
Finally relieved.
"Mr. Gu, I hope you can enjoy seeing the old man this time. For how disrespectful you and I were on the train before, I apologize here." Chen Hu said seriously.
"Forgive you."
At the same time, a man who was about to be insulted by Gu Tingyu knew about it.
Of course, the so-called bullying is just that you can't get used to Gu Tingyu's getting better and better.
"Saved a person who was dying."
If the patient was really rescued and awakened, one can imagine what evaluation Gu Tingyu would get.
Hua Tuo is alive, hanging the pot to help the world, heal the dead, cure the terminal illness, then he will probably never have the opportunity to go beyond Gu Tingyu in his life, and Jingshitang probably only has the name of Gu Tingyu's family from now on.
"Cut me to live, Gu Tingyu, let me tell you, you don't want to live either!"
Don’t you want to save this dead person? Okay, okay, let's see how you can save this dead person to life again.
(End of this chapter)