Chapter 155 The first surgical operation in history!
Dai Wei could clearly feel that when Zhao Xiaole said these words, the eyes of all the soldiers changed.
I no longer fear amputation, but instead feel full of pride.
This subtle change shocked Dai Wei, and made him look at Zhao Xiaole with more respect.
"The dean deserves to be the dean, he is indeed amazing!"
He was filled with admiration.
Even though these people's changes are very subtle, I don't know how many people can't do this!
"Don't worry, I will definitely heal your injuries so that you can stand upright in front of you now!"
Zhao Xiaole said to the young soldier seriously.
The young soldier's hand tightly grasped his sleeve and nodded solemnly.
"Dr. Dai, prepare for the operation!"
Zhao Xiaole stood up and sighed.
Dai Wei nodded and quickly called to the medical soldiers next to him: "Quickly, carry all the patients who need treatment to the operating room!"
Immediately, the entire ward became busy.
After Zhao Xiaole changed his clothes and disinfected his whole body with alcohol, he said to Dai Wei: "I need a helper, please help me make arrangements."
Dai Wei's eyes lit up, and he was about to recommend himself, but suddenly, a pleasant voice sounded from the side, "I'll do it!"
Hearing this familiar voice, Zhao Xiaole turned around and saw a girl wearing a white coat and a mask slowly walking towards him.
"Is it you?"
Zhao Xiaole was a little surprised, he didn't expect that she was here.
"Sir, do you still remember me?"
Li Qingque's eyes suddenly felt a little surprised.
"How come you don't remember?"
Zhao Xiaole smiled and joked: "I am very familiar with you!"
After saying that, he asked again: "Why are you here?"
Although there was nothing unusual about this sentence, Li Qingque always felt strange in his heart, and he didn't know what was wrong.
She lowered her head shyly and said: "Since you saved the girl last time, the girl was grateful for your kindness, so she came to this hospital to do her best."
"After all, a civilian girl has no other talents except the medical skills she learned from her father since she was a child!"
"You do have a heart to serve the country!"
Zhao Xiaole nodded and said: "In that case, then you will be my assistant!"
"Thank you, sir!"
Li Qingque was immediately happy and excited.
Everyone knows that the person with the best medical skills in Chuzhou City is not her father, but Mr. Zhao.
After all, for a disease like his own lack of Qi and blood, his father could not do anything about it, but it was Mr. Zhao who cured him.
Therefore, it is the wish of almost all the doctors in Chuzhou City to be his assistant.
When I arrived at the operating room, a group of doctors from the hospital had already gathered around me, not wanting to miss Zhao Xiaole's rescue process.
"Have you fed him Ma Fei Powder?"
"Already fed!"
Zhao Xiaole nodded, walked to the bedside, and saw that the young soldier's consciousness had begun to blur.
But he still tried hard to open his eyes and looked at Zhao Xiaole.
Zhao Xiaole understood what he meant and said gently: "Don't worry! I will definitely cure you so that you can go see your mother!"
Upon hearing this, the soldier's face immediately showed a look of relief, then he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Zhao Xiaole checked his arm again and found that almost all of his little arm was blown to pieces. He could only sigh and said to Li Qingque: "Stop the bleeding on the top of his left arm!"
Li Qingque nodded, took out a silver needle, and inserted a few needles just below his shoulder.
Immediately, the color of the young soldier's left arm slowly turned darker.
Seeing this, Zhao Xiaole took a deep breath.
If Ma Fei Powder hadn't been lost in this world, he really wouldn't have dared to do such a thing.
Because just amputating an arm can hurt someone to death.
He picked up the scalpel that he asked the blacksmith to make, which was similar to the shape of later generations, and slowly cut it.
He cut very carefully, trying not to damage the intact flesh and blood, so the surgeon's technique was very demanding.
But fortunately, Zhao Xiaole usually practiced swordsmanship, so his hands were very steady and did not shake at all. But even so, there was still a layer of dense beads of sweat on his forehead.
A gust of fragrant wind came, and Zhao Xiaole felt that someone was wiping his sweat.
"Thank you!"
Without looking, Zhao Xiaole knew who it was and thanked him in a low voice.
He added casually: "If you look carefully, the blood in the human body is actually in the blood vessels, and the blood vessels are divided into arteries and veins."
"The pressure in the venous tube is not as high as the pressure in the arterial tube, so it is easier to stop bleeding. Once the arterial tube is not handled properly, it is likely that the bleeding will not stop, and eventually the patient will die!"
Zhao Xiaole explained while tying the blood vessels on the soldier's arms.
Li Qingque and others on the side held their breath, their eyes full of shock.
They didn't expect that there were so many structures in the human body, and that Zhao Xiaole explained them so clearly.
At this moment, they seemed to have opened the door to a new world, and they unconsciously had many more ideas in their hearts.
"call!"
When Zhao Xiaole completely removed the young soldier's necrotic arm from his body, he took a look at the arm that was not bleeding, and suddenly heaved a sigh of relief in his heart.
There was no trace of necrotic flesh on the young soldier's arm now, and the cut surface was smooth and neat, with nothing that looked abrupt.
Although the bright red flesh looks scary, it has an inexplicable ultimate beauty.
Looking up, Zhao Xiaole saw Li Qingque staring intently at his "masterpiece", his eyes full of eagerness to try.
Seeing this, Zhao Xiaole said: "Come and bandage him and apply medicine!"
"hold head high?"
Li Qingque woke up suddenly, looked at Zhao Xiaole with surprise and anxiety, and said, "I...can I?"
"certainly!"
Zhao Xiaole nodded and said: "You are very skillful with your hands. As for the acupuncture technique you used to stop bleeding just now, I am far behind!"
Li Qingque didn't know if he was telling the truth, because Zhao Xiaole didn't know how to prick acupoints with silver needles at all. She just thought he was being modest, and immediately looked at him deeply and nodded heavily.
After carefully applying good medicine to the young soldier's broken arm, Li Qingque bandaged him carefully. The technique was so delicate that Zhao Xiaole nodded frequently.
Looking up, Zhao Xiaole saw that the people outside looked at him with somewhat evasive and fearful eyes.
After thinking for a moment, he understood what was going on.
So Zhao Xiaole smiled and said: "Some people may think that this kind of treatment method is bloody and cruel, but for us doctors, what can save people is a good method, and we should not just stick to tradition!"
After saying that, he walked to the next room.
Looking at his back, the doctors outside were a little confused and at a loss.
They have been taught since childhood that their bodies, hair and skin are inherited from their parents and they should not dare to damage them easily.
Simple and crude treatment methods like Zhao Xiaole's are simply impacting their worldview.
But after thinking about it carefully, they felt that Zhao Xiaole was right.
As a doctor, as long as it can save people, it is a good method!
"The dean is right. If you can't save people, what's the use of sticking to tradition?"
"Yes! Doctors treat illnesses and save lives. Who cares what his treatment methods are?"
"Dean, wait for me, I will be your assistant this time!"
"Damn it, you dog, the dean is mine this time, get away!"
Soon, those open-minded doctors immediately followed suit, scrambling to be Zhao Xiaole's assistant.
But those doctors who were bound by traditional ideas stood there with blank expressions on their faces.
