Chapter 14 Chinese medicine can also perform surgery
It doesn’t matter if you are handsome, but you can’t use your face to swipe your credit card when shopping. It doesn’t matter if you have good medical skills, that’s something you only know. Even if you say you are very good, but which doctor would dare to take the risk and let you go without a medical license?
Treat your own patients?
Therefore, even though Yan Murong admitted that he could use Qi to transport needles, Zhong Zhenguo still sent him to the first floor and asked him to get the medicine.
Sitting boredly on the counter in front of the medicine cabinet, Yan Murong held a condensed edition of "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" in his hand, shaking his head while reading.
It's not that he can't understand it, he just feels that although this book is called a refined edition, the content in it is not complete - there are too many differences from the original version he has read. But although it is not complete, it is
It won't mislead anyone.
Yan Murong spent the whole morning in front of the medicine box. Apart from occasionally chatting aimlessly with the little nurse who came over to help the old man get medicine, he just sat there reading in a daze.
"boom"
Yan Murong Zhengxian's head was almost covered with lice. A loud noise from the door attracted everyone's attention.
A man covered in blood, no, a man covered in blood, was dragged in by a woman whose long dress was stained with blood.
"Doctor, where is the doctor? Help - come and help me." The woman was about 25 or 26 years old. She had a pretty face. Her snow-white sleeveless dress was already covered with dust, and the skin on her arms was broken.
, it seems that he fell down, a pot of aloe vera at the door has fallen to the ground, and the crisp sound just now is probably the sound of the flower pot hitting the ground.
The man she dragged in seemed to be conscious, but his lower abdomen was bleeding. The woman's skirt was stained red by this blood.
This sudden situation made everyone on the first floor stunned for a moment, and then many adults started pointing.
"Girl, please call 120 quickly. This is a Chinese medicine doctor. They can't sew up stitches. Look at the young man's injury. He needs a blood transfusion."
"Yes, girl, call 120 quickly."
The woman seemed to be unable to hear what others were saying, and continued to cry and scream for help.
"Don't worry, I'll come." At this time, Yan Murong, who had been sitting in front of the medicine box all morning, spoke.
"Don't cry, tell me, what's going on?" Yan Murong squatted in front of the woman and asked.
"I-----we were robbed, and my husband-----" the woman cried again.
There was no other way, so Yan Murong had no choice but to turn her gaze to the conscious man on the ground, grabbed his hand, pressed it on his injured position, and said, "You were stabbed by a dagger. The blood is black and red, and your liver has been injured."
-----The blood is flowing too much. If you hold it down hard now, you can still live for fifteen minutes. If it hurts too much and let go, you can only live for three minutes."
With that said, Yan Murong turned to a panicked nurse behind him and said, "Hurry up and prepare gauze, brocade grass, silver needles, long needles - forget it, I'll go by myself."
Zhong Zhenguo had just finished acupuncture on a patient when he saw Yan Murong running up in a hurry, grabbed Yan Murong and asked, "What are you doing in such a hurry?"
"Save people." Unexpectedly, Yan Murong ran to a treatment room without even looking back, took out a box of silver needles and ran downstairs.
Since there is a door separating the upper floor from the first floor in order not to disturb the patient's rest, the sound insulation effect is very good. Zhong Zhenguo didn't hear the woman's shouting at all just now - when he saw Yan Murong saying to save people, he hurried along with her
Walked downstairs.
Zhong Zhenguo was startled when he saw the man lying on the ground and the black-red blood all over the ground. Looking at Yan Murong's actions, Zhong Zhenguo almost fainted from fright.
"Yan Murong, what are you doing? Stop it quickly, you will kill people. We don't have the conditions to do surgery here - hurry up, whoever calls 120." Zhong Zhenguo saw that Yan Murong was about to use a needle on the man, and he hurriedly said
a nurse yelled.
It's not that he doesn't want to save people, but that he really doesn't have the conditions for treatment here - through the color of the blood, Zhong Zhenguo also knows very well where the injured person is injured, and it is impossible to stop the bleeding with simple acupuncture.
"Mr. Zhong, believe me." Yan Murong said without looking back. As soon as he finished speaking, the sterilized silver needle was inserted into the Guanyuan point about two inches below the man's belly button.
The Guanyuan point is located about two inches below the navel in the lower abdomen. Zhong Zhenguo also knows that this point can stop bleeding - but the injured person has injured his liver, so this method of stopping bleeding may not be possible.
"This is going to be bad. If someone dies, I'm afraid this kid won't be able to explain." Zhong Zhenguo thought helplessly.
Although Teng Yatou brought him here and she should take good care of him, this kid actually took the initiative to save this seriously injured person. Looking at the blood flowing out on the ground, Zhong Zhenguo knew that the man on the ground would soon
It's time to die ----- Among humans, if a man loses more than one-third of his body's blood, he will definitely die.
What's more important is that Yan Murong doesn't have a medical license!
When Zhong Zhenguo was still considering whether to use his connections to save this kid after the accident, the next scene completely shocked him.
After the long needle penetrated the man's Guanyuan point, the wound that had been bleeding out like a faucet miraculously stopped bleeding. Then, he grabbed a handful that the nurse had prepared long ago.
Dijincao, with one hand exerting force, the root-like Dijincao was crushed into powder and sprinkled on the wound.
At this time, the man's consciousness has begun to blur, his pupils have begun to gradually expand, and his face has become frighteningly white - this is a precursor to shock due to excessive blood loss.
"Husband, you don't want to die, doctor, hurry up and save my husband." The woman cried loudly when she saw the man's appearance, while holding Yan Murong's arm and shaking it, begging.
"Shut up." Yan Murong scolded him in a deep voice before saying, "He can't die yet. Pick him up and turn his back to me."
The woman jumped at Yan Murong's roar and laughed. Her mind went blank, but she had no time to think about whether Yan Murong could save her husband. She hurriedly pulled off the man's half-sleeved shirt, then helped him up, with his back to Yan Murong.
Murong.
Yan Murong glanced at the people watching around him, then looked at Zhong Zhenguo's surprised and worried expression, then turned around, suddenly struck out, and slapped the open needle box.
"Swish, swish, swish"
When Yan Murong patted her like this, eight long needles jumped out of the needle box immediately, and then everyone's mouths widened in surprise.
After the long needle jumped up, Yan Murong did not pick it up. The index and middle fingers of his hands were alternately superimposed, and then he clicked a few times - before others could see clearly, the eight needles
The long needle has already sunk into the man's back.
Then, amidst the exclamations of the crowd, Yan Murong slapped all eight long needles completely into the man's back with another palm.
Five minutes-----In these five minutes, everyone looked at Yan Murong in fear and disbelief, seeing that his palms were always on the man's back, and there were streams of gas coming out, and they were shocked.
Continuously-----Is this healing?
Five minutes later, the man's face gradually turned rosy, and Yan Murong was also sweating profusely.
With a "pop" sound, Yan Murong slapped the man on the back again - eight long needles suddenly sprang out. Yan Murong waved his hand and held them all in his hand.
"It's done, he can't die. Bandage the wound and prepare some glucose for him to hang. He will wake up in less than half an hour. I have to take a rest." After saying that, Yan Murong put away the needle box and said
Regardless of the monster-like looks from the people around him, he raised his legs and walked upstairs.