331. Chapter 331 The heart of the doctor's parents
When I ran to the third floor, the entire department was in chaos.
In a ward, a patient with high blood pressure was lying on the bed, his hands and feet twitching constantly. He looked very scary.
Most of the nurses working the night shift were young nurses with little experience. They stood aside in fear, not knowing what to do.
There is a doctor on duty, but he is not very experienced.
"This symptom is most likely a stroke caused by cerebral hemorrhage. Send him to the emergency room immediately," the doctor on duty said.
"There may not necessarily be doctors in the emergency room. Who is the most professional in treating stroke in this hospital?" Ye Xiong came over and asked.
"associate dean."
"associate dean."
The two nurses said in unison.
"Call her immediately." Ye Xiong said urgently.
The two nurses hesitated and did not move.
"Why are you still standing there? Human life is at stake!" Ye Xiong said anxiously.
"It's already two o'clock in the morning, and the deputy director has already taken a rest. She doesn't like to be disturbed when she is sleeping, or she rarely goes to the emergency room. General surgeries require an appointment," said a female nurse.
"Special circumstances, special solutions."
Ye Xiong couldn't care less at the moment and quickly took out his phone and asked: "What's her phone number?"
"The emergency department in the inpatient building is not under her control."
"I asked, what is her phone number?" Ye Xiong yelled.
The female nurse had no choice but to give out a phone number.
Ye Xiong dialed out, and within a moment, the call was connected.
"Hello, who's there?" The other party's voice was not loud, but very cold.
It seems that Duanmu Linglong was disturbed from her sleep and was in a bad mood.
"Hello, Vice President, a hypertensive patient on the third floor of the inpatient building may have suffered a stroke. The situation is very critical. I would like to ask the Vice President to help with the treatment." Ye Xiong said straight to the point.
On the other side of the phone, Duanmu Linglong was silent for a moment, only said one word, "Okay," and then hung up the phone.
In less than ten minutes, Duanmu Linglong appeared in the inpatient building, wearing only simple clothes. It seemed that she was staying in the hospital at night, otherwise, she would not have come so early.
Duanmu Linglong preliminarily checked the old man's pupils and various vital signs, and then said: "Send him to the CT room immediately to check for brain bleeding."
The group of people rushed the old man to the laboratory for filming, and soon the film was taken. Duanmu Linglong frowned as she looked at the results.
"What's going on?" Ye Xiong asked.
"The situation is not optimistic. There is a large area of bleeding in the brain. If it is not treated promptly, it may be life-threatening."
"You mean, we need to perform brain surgery immediately?"
"Surgery is necessary, but today's craniotomy has a success rate of less than 60%, and even if it succeeds, the patient's future life will be problematic."
"Is there any way?" Ye Xiong heard her voice.
"Another way is to use acupuncture to draw blood, and while taking hemostatic drugs, use a silver needle to prick the patient's head, and use the blood drawing method to release the congestion." Duanmu Linglong said.
"You mean to use the method of drawing blood from the nine-hole magic needle?"
Duanmu Linglong looked at Ye Xiong in surprise. She didn't expect him to guess what she was thinking. Also, how did he know about the nine-point magic needle?
"The Nine-point Divine Needle is the treasure of the Lingnan sect. Who doesn't know it?" Ye Xiong explained quickly. Seeing that she was still hesitating, he said hurriedly: "The matter is urgent and cannot be delayed any longer."
Duanmu Linglong shook her head: "My current strength has not yet reached the point of drawing blood from the brain. I have never performed this operation. Except for my father and second uncle, there is no other person in the Duanmu family who has this kind of strength."
"Didn't you say you have learned it?"
"But I haven't had any actual combat experience. I'm afraid that if I miss the time for the craniotomy, a life will be lost." This is what Duanmu Linglong is most worried about.
"I believe you can do it well. Since your father can do it, why can't you do it?"
Duanmu Linglong thought for a long time, gritted her teeth and said, "Then I'll give it a try and help me prepare surgical supplies."
The little nurse ran out immediately and quickly brought back the necessary supplies.
Duanmu Linglong took out a pair of silver needles with holes, about four inches long, and put them aside for disinfection.
"It may hurt when the needle drops. Please help me hold down his head and don't let him move. If his head moves, something bigger may happen." Duanmu Linglong said seriously.
Ye Xiong nodded, walked aside, and held the old man's head with both hands.
Duanmu Linglong's hands were shaking a little. She took a deep breath, and after a while she completely calmed down her hands before inserting a silver needle into the old man's head.
According to the CT pictures taken, she already knew the location of the bleeding, and in her mind, she already had the general idea of using a silver needle to induce blood.
As the silver needle was inserted, the old man struggled instinctively. Fortunately, Ye Xiong's hand firmly held his head, preventing him from moving.
After inserting the silver needle about three inches, Duanmu's exquisite chest rose and fell, his breathing became visibly rapid, and a look of urgency overflowed on his face. He looked very nervous at first glance.
Seeing that there was no change in the small hole of the silver needle, Duanmu Linglong held the silver needle, flicked and twisted it, and his skillful movements opened Ye Xiong's eyes.
He had always wanted to find an opportunity to see the Nine-point Divine Acupuncture method with his own eyes, and now he finally had it.
Under Duanmu's exquisite manipulation, after a few minutes, the needle hole began to turn red, and the congestion in the brain flowed out, dropping drop by drop on the bed.
"It's bleeding, it's great." The nurse next to me said excitedly.
"I knew you could do it." Ye Xiong smiled.
"The bleeding area is too large. I have to draw blood from five directions. This is the first one, and there are four more."
Duanmu Linglong wiped the sweat from her forehead and started to administer the second shot.
With the success of the first injection, Duanmu Linglong's confidence greatly increased with the second injection. She skillfully placed the needle, inserted it using various acupuncture methods, and then drew out the blood.
Seeing that the second shot was successful, all three of them looked excited.
In the blink of an eye, the four needles were completely in place, and a lot of congestion flowed out from the four needle holes.
The last shot.
Duanmu Linglong suddenly became very nervous and inserted the needle. At this moment, something happened.
She tried many times, but could not insert it. The silver needle was blocked by the skull when she was within an inch.
Duanmu Linglong was so busy that she was sweating profusely, and she couldn't even succeed. The little nurse kept helping her sweat.
"What's going on?" Ye Xiong asked.
"No wonder my father has always refused to let me do acupuncture surgery to divert blood from the brain. It turns out that what he said is true. With my current internal strength, I simply cannot pierce the skull." Duanmu Linglong said.
"Then how did you do the four stitches before?" Ye Xiong was a little surprised.
"In the previous four stitches, I bypassed the skull."
Ye Xiong looked at the previous four needles. They were all inserted at an angle. At that time, he was still wondering why. It turned out that they were to bypass the skull.
"Can't we go around now?" the little nurse asked.
"No, this is the location of the skull and cannot be bypassed. This area is the location with the greatest congestion and the greatest risk. If blood cannot be drawn here, the first four injections will have little effect."
Duanmu Linglong was very anxious. She tried many times but could not insert the silver needle.
At this moment, the door of the operating room was pushed open.