Chapter 775: Draw another two hundred of my blood! Draw another two hundred—
Gretel threw two [Treat Serious Injuries] in one breath before he repaired the torn aortic dissection and let it grow back to its original place. He took a breath and leaned back.
The oak staff stretched out two tree roots in time, allowing him to lean on it comfortably without lying directly on the ground.
Thank God, he was rescued. If in his previous life, the aorta had ruptured and the blood had been injected into the chest, it would have been too late to save him.
If it is just a dissection and the tear is short, interventional means can be used to insert a vascular stent to block the rupture. If the tear is long, a large thoracotomy, extracorporeal circulation, and artificial blood vessel replacement are required.
Every movement is a race against time and hand speed. The problem is that these movements can only be used when the intima of the aorta is torn and the adventitia has not yet been ruptured. If the adventitia is ruptured and the blood flows into the cavity, then it is still possible.
Before the chest is opened, the person will die!
Fortunately, the healing technique is quite powerful... Fortunately, the little snake can provide illusory vision, and you can directly see the situation inside the body clearly... Fortunately...
"Is it cured?"
"Have you been rescued?"
"Is father okay?"
The two knights rushed to ask. Gretel barely took a breath and opened his eyes to look at the magic light screen:
The blood pressure is still very low, but because the blood in the false cavity is released, it can barely be measured. The heart rate is 150 beats/min, and the breathing is shallow and fast...
"Open the door." He ordered in a low voice. The young knight was stunned for a moment, jumped up quickly, and opened the door of the consulting room. Gretel recalled the blood type read by the blood test spell before, and cast a loudspeaker spell on himself:
"Prepare for blood transfusion. First prepare 1200 ml... type B blood, hurry up!"
"Okay, sir!" Someone outside immediately agreed loudly. The obstetrics and gynecology department of Oak Grove Hospital has a need for blood almost every day, and receives a bunch of blood donors. At this moment, Grete shouted, and security guards immediately ran away.
Run out and call someone:
"Come here! Six blood donors! Type B! Hurry up!"
A series of footsteps rushed away. Gretel glanced at the screen and signaled the two knights, one to carry his head and the other to lift his feet, to move their father onto the treatment bed.
Grete himself poked the oak cane to the side and used it as an infusion stand. He quickly dispensed Ringer's solution and opened the veins. The normal saline was injected into the blood vessels, and soon the blood pressure rose slightly.
75/35, although it is still very low, it is a thrilling low, but at least it will not kill you in a minute.
Grete drove the little snake to shuttle through the patient's body, carefully checking every possible problem. Not long after, footsteps outside began to sound chaotically.
"Boss! It's coming, it's coming!"
The young knight standing at the end of the bed, relatively close to the door, immediately looked out. The first thing he saw was a washerwoman, wandering in and almost bumping into him.
Looking further ahead, a barbarian security guard stretched out his arms and picked up the washerwoman like a hawk catching a chicken. She was taken into the consulting room and slapped on the floor:
"Boss! Here you go! Do you want to draw blood now?"
"Transfuse her blood?"
The two knights stood up straight together. The washerwoman was short in stature, with a sallow complexion and a thin face. She looked light and airy. Then she turned to look at the Necromancer who had followed and the huge needle in the Necromancer's hand.
Will she die if so much blood is drawn? Well, even if she doesn't die, will she become seriously ill?
The middle-aged knight looked at the magic light screen and looked worried even though he couldn't understand anything. The young knight had already begun to roll up his sleeves and exposed his arms:
"Is it okay to lose to me? She looks like this..."
"Loose to me!" the washerwoman said abruptly. Her voice was sharp and trembling:
"Losing to me! Well-meaning master, please lose to me! I managed to get in line with great difficulty!"
Valley furrow
As he spoke, he struggled desperately from the hands of the barbarian security guards and stretched his arms with rolled-up sleeves towards the necromancer. The movement was so big that he almost hit the tip of a needle and made a cut on his arm:
"Please! I've already paid the debt. Without my blood, the debt can't be repaid! The children at home are waiting to buy food!"
"this……"
The young knight was stunned for a moment, turned to look at Gretel, retracted his hand and tried to pick out his pocket. Gretel sighed and waved to them:
"Draw her blood."
"Yes!" The necromancer who followed up and was responsible for drawing blood had a cold face and moved cleanly. He drew blood, bottled it, and threw anticoagulation spells. Gretel took the blood bottle in his hand and explained softly:
"The probability of problems with blood transfusions between blood relatives is higher than between strangers. Therefore, unless there is no choice, blood transfusions between blood relatives are not recommended..."
"Then she..."
The young knight still looked at the door worriedly. The washerwoman had been drained of two hundred milliliters of blood and still refused to leave. Pressing the cotton ball on her elbow with one hand, she looked at the Necromancer helplessly:
"Let's take another two hundred! Let's take another two hundred! I'm very strong! It's no problem if I take four hundred!"
"No! You don't weigh enough! Get out! Next one!"
The necromancer shouted loudly. Without thinking, the barbarian security guard stretched out his arms, pushed her out, and pushed another one in. The washerwoman who was pushed out danced and was being dragged to someone unknown, and was still shouting.
:
"Let's take another two hundred! Let's take another two hundred."
The young knight stared at Gretel. The middle-aged knight couldn't bear it, but he pulled his brother and pulled him aside:
"Stop talking. Mr. Master, he...has nothing to do..."
From the short conversation, it can be heard that the Oak Grove Medical Center paid money to find people to donate blood, and it was quite a lot otherwise the washerwoman would not be like this. But no matter how much money was given, he could not save everyone.
A poor man…
Even if these washerwomen want a chance to donate blood, they may have to donate blood and be squeezed. But, how much can a medical center do?
Even they cannot ensure that all the people in the territory have enough food and clothing.
The two brothers stood side by side and looked towards Gretel. Gretel had a look of dismay on his face, but he didn't look outside again. He just stared at the old knight intently:
Disinfect the vein, connect the blood bottle to a vine, connect the vine to a needle, and throw a [Higher Demonized Weapon] at the needle. Poke it into the vein and fix it...
Staring at the bright red blood flowing into the old knight's veins, and seeing his vital signs gradually recovering, he had time to summon the silent phantom and explain to the two knights:
"Your father... the blood vessel connected to the heart was broken just now, and a large amount of blood poured out of the blood vessel and flowed into the chest. I just used treatment to repair the blood vessel, but treatment cannot create blood out of thin air, so I have to inject someone else's blood
Blood.”
One tube of blood, and another tube of blood. Grete stared closely at the magic light screen, and continued to transfuse 800 ml of whole blood, before the old knight's blood pressure returned to the normal range. After looking at the electrocardiogram for a while, he took two steps back and slumped.
sit down:
"I have been rescued for the time being...but..."
****
Please subscribe, ask for monthly tickets, ask for recommendation votes, ask for book reviews, ask for all kinds of...
Today I ordered steamed buns and bean products. I hope the steamed buns will arrive soon and the bean products will form into balls...
It’s been five days, why haven’t the peach and plum bread arrived yet…
Also, thank you to the government for sending the second batch of supplies: 5kg of rice.