Zhou Heng was stunned. Zhu Yunmo's mother was the eldest daughter of the Duke of Wei's Mansion. This person was the grandson of Duke of Wei. In this way, isn't this Zhu Yunmo's cousin or cousin?

Zhou Heng quickly looked at the man, "Even if you sign, please send someone to the Duke of Wei's Mansion. Life is at stake. I will save people now."

The little boss thought about it and quickly saluted Zhou Heng.

"Please send me somebody to deliver the message."

Zhou Heng did not delay any more and quickly entered the operating room on the second floor. Qu Ziping followed him and asked Zhou Heng to take a look at the content of the notice.

Zhou Heng glanced at Qu Ziping's wrist and said in a low voice:

"You go to find Brother Xue and search for the prince with him. The prince is not in the prince's mansion. Maybe he has gone around the surrounding military camps. The injured person is the young grandson of Duke Wei. It is best to let Zhu Yunmo go to Duke Wei's mansion. That is his grandfather's family. You can explain the passage clearly and go quickly!"

Qu Ziping suddenly became nervous and nodded vigorously.

"Boss, don't worry, I'll go now and let Mingyu maintain order later."

After saying that, he turned around and went downstairs, Zhou Heng quickly walked towards the brushing room.

For the newly built operating room, Zhou Heng designed a water supply and drainage and installed a water tank on the third floor. Although the pressure is not as high as the tap water, it is much more convenient.

When I opened the copper valve in the brushing hand, the water flowed out. Although it was so cold that I could brush my hands was quite comfortable.

After cleaning up, I lifted my foot and opened the door connected to the operating room. Desheng and the others were ready.

The injured person's armor had been removed, his robes were all cut open, and his entire chest and abdomen were exposed. The mistress was preparing skin for the injured person. Seeing Zhou Henglai, his hands were not stopped, and he quickly cleaned it and then began to disinfect.

Desheng opened the sterile bag, took out the isolation suit, shook it and spread it out, Zhou Heng reached out to put it on, Desheng tied the belt behind Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng lowered his head to him, Desheng clearly pressed the sides of the mask, and the wire was completely fitted to Zhou Heng's nose bridge.

Zhou Heng glanced at it and the position where the knife stabbed was a finger on the navel. The back of the knife was tilted to the right side of the injured person, and the sword was tilted to the left side. Although the angle was not large, Zhou Heng narrowed his eyes. It was obvious that the injured person was a left-handed man.

But this is not the time to talk about this issue. Zhou Heng looked around and asked:

“What is the data on heartbeat and breathing?”

Zhang Ankang glanced at the hourglass and quickly looked at his small notebook.

"Breath thirty-three, heartbeat one hundred and thirty-eight."

Zhou Heng glanced at the wounded area and the discarded robe next to him, which was not much blood on it.

"There is not much external bleeding, shortness of breath, rapid heartbeat, pale face. This is due to heavy abdominal bleeding. Take the newly made siphon bottle and fill it with one quarter of salt water."

Zhang Ankang quickly went to find the bottle. There was a bent tube inside, which looked a bit like a straw, but it was all glass. Open the back and poured salt water into it before walking to the operating table.

Desheng and the others were ready, and the scarf was already spread on the wound. The knife stood high, which looked very strange. The mistress was stepping on a small stool and holding the blade forward and back with both hands.

Zhou Heng gently touched the periphery of the wound, and the peritoneal irritation was obvious, and the entire abdominal wall was tight.

At this time, it is no longer appropriate to use waist numbness. The knife is inserted into the abdomen and moves it at will. Who knows what organs will be encountered inside? Without various monitoring measures, it is impossible to know the patient's current blood pressure status. Zhou Heng dared not bet.

Close your eyes slightly, Zhou Heng quickly ordered:

"Don't do lumbar anesthesia, and give the patient a respiratory anesthesia. I took the mask I made before, soaked ether in four layers of gauze to cover my mouth and nose, and then covered it with a mask. Zhang Ankang reported to me."

The mistress couldn't move with the knife, and Desheng is now equipped with sterile equipment.

Xiao Liuzi, who was behind, suddenly became energetic and quickly stepped forward. He passed through everything he had taught in class in his mind. He rushed to the spare cabinet to find the bamboo ether breathing mask, returned to the operating bed, and stood on the head of the injured person.

"Doctor Huang gave me gauze."

Desheng put the gauze with tweezers and threw it to Xiao Liuzi. He quickly sprinkled ether on the gauze to cover the mouth and nose of the injured person, and quickly covered the mask.

After this set of actions, the people on the stage dared to breathe heavily. Without Zhou Heng's instructions, Xiao Liuzi had already opened the door of the operating room.

If this thing is concentrated, it will make people confused. After all, the corridor is also disinfected, and it is also good to open and change ventilation.

Zhang Ankang squatted in front of the operating table, trying hard to observe the chest of the injured, and reported numbers. When it reached five hundred, Zhou Heng raised his hand to signal him to stop.

"Okay, start the operation. Zhang Ankang takes over Xiaosaner's job. Xiaosan goes to clean up his hands. Come up and be a second assistant quickly."

Several people quickly moved. Zhou Heng inserted the knife into both sides and cut it one centimeter respectively. Now that the abdominal muscles are so tense, the knife is pulled out directly, and the things in the abdominal cavity are pulled out, so the first step is to reduce pressure.

As the anesthesia deepened, the injured person's breathing rhythm also slowed down.

“Hook.”

Desheng took a ring object, put it from top to bottom into the handle of the knife and landed it above the wound. He adjusted two L-shaped hooks to hook the skin on both sides of the blade, and then twisted the screws on it. With the creaking sound, the buckle was opened.

The abdominal wall that originally wrapped the wound tightly was stretched open, and blood instantly surged out.

Without Zhou Heng's instructions, Desheng had already held the siphon bottle and started collecting blood. The mistress quickly took over and continued to twist the screw. This was unhappy, so Zhou Heng could observe the injury more intuitively.

As the blood was sucked out, Zhou Heng kept wiping the inside and observing it carefully. He seemed very lucky. His stomach was curled up and there was no damage. Other important organs were fine, but his intestines were damaged.

However, digestive fluid and feces overflowing from intestinal damage are even more difficult to deal with. Zhou Heng asked Desheng to change to a siphon bottle and continue to operate. Xiaosan has prepared the needle holder and tweezers.

Zhou Heng took a deep breath, "Zhang Ankang, shout San with my command, you pull out the knife upwards. Desheng is ready to stop bleeding and stop bleeding. Miss San provides support. Do you understand?"

Several people spoke in unison, "I understand."

Zhou Heng then pinched the needle holder with one hand and tweezers with the other hand, shouting:

"One, two, three."

Zhang Ankang used his arms and pulled them up straight up and down.

The knife was pulled out instantly, and at the same time, a stream of blood in the injured person's abdomen splattered out with this action.

Zhang Ankang's face was covered with blood, and of course there were unknown blocks mixed with them.

But he didn't care, so he quickly threw the knife on the table on one side and looked at it.

Desheng used hemostatic forceps to find a bleeding point and clamped it. Misan held up a siphon bottle to suck the blood in the wound, but blood was still sprayed out from his abdomen. Zhou Heng observed it for a while and quickly asked Misaner to stop.

"Hand open, there is a wound on the abdominal aorta."

With this scream, Desheng was shocked and quickly raised his head and grabbed the hemostatic forceps, clamped it on both sides of the position where Zhou Heng pinched it, and the gushing stopped instantly.

Zhou Heng had already held the blood vessel wall and squirted it tightly. After the treatment was completed, he released the two hemostatic forceps and looked up at Desheng, with a gloomy face.

"Next time if you encounter such a problem, you must first sandwich the end of the heart direction, so that you can stop bleeding quickly. In addition, the abdominal aorta cannot be cut off for a long time. This will last more than five minutes, which will affect the blood supply to the lower limbs. It may be that because of your slow speed, the patient will never stand up again."

Desheng blushed, but he didn't say anything, so he quickly helped Zhou Heng pinch several damaged intestines and suture them.

After cleaning up, Zhou Heng looked up at the mistress.

"How is the temperature of the heated salt water? It should be basically the same as the body temperature."

The mistress held a big bottle and tried the temperature.

"Just a little hot just now, I added some low-temperature salt water, which is just right now."

Zhou Heng nodded, "Prepare to flush the abdominal cavity."

Zhang Ankang raised the injured person's body slightly, dragged the basin with his other hand, and then at the lowest point of the injury, Desheng began to rinse until the rinsing liquid became clear and then stopped.

After all, there is no automatic suction device, so such an original environment can only be achieved in the original method, but it is better to achieve it with the purpose.

Zhou Heng checked it again, and only then did Deshengguan suture it. Wang Sanshun had already counted the equipment and there were no omissions.

Zhou Heng looked at Zhang Ankang, "Swap salt water and then start a whole way of infusion. Are you allergic to penicillin?"

Zhang Ankang shook his head, "I tested the sensitivity before the operation, there is no problem."

"Okay, two bottles of penicillin can be quickly dripped in half an hour, and then a bottle of nutrient solution will be added. Both channels of infusion will not stop for the time being. The injured will be sent to the intensive care unit and will not leave the care of others."

Zhang Ankang quickly said yes and went to operate it quickly.

Zhou Heng glanced at the injured person. In fact, he wanted to say that such a serious problem would require catheter indwelling, but he had nothing to do.
Chapter completed!