Smith was a tall man with strong muscles, and it looked a bit incredible to be impaled by such a wooden stick.
There are two possibilities. One is that Smith was unlucky and the stick happened to pass through his most vulnerable and soft part; the other is that the person who used the stick was a master.
In Zhu Tong's eyes, there is nothing coincidental. This wooden stick is very distinctive. It has a carved handle at the handshake area, which is very similar to the stick used on paper umbrellas. Such a flashy decoration can only be a woman's toy. So, stab this stick out
The person in question must be the Orchid Fairy, maybe Liu Manxiang on operating table No. 9.
But who caused Liu Manxiang’s injury? Why did she appear there?
Smith's other injury was on the lower part, which is the vagina. It was also a traumatic injury, which may be the most dangerous. From the outside, it was obvious that it had been severely damaged, and the scrotum was swollen and shiny.
How to treat such an injury? Even if the little liar wanted to treat Smith, even if he wanted to treat it, there was nothing he could do. He had no formal medical training. Wang Juefei's graduate course focused on the theory of the nervous system and the human endocrine system.
The director of the urology department took several CT films and compared them; looking at his eyes, he seemed confused.
Generally speaking, Smith's two injuries were not fatal, and he should have been in shock when he was delivered. So Zhu Tong was angry. Comparatively speaking, Liu Manxiang was more dangerous, but the elites of Ocean Hospital were concentrated here.
The person who operated on Smith to remove the wooden stick was the director of cardiovascular surgery, the first assistant was the director of orthopedics, and the anesthesiologist was the director of the anesthesiology department. The director of the radiology department was also there. Everyone here should understand that Liu Manxiang's condition could not wait for this machine.
The operation is over.
The lives of rich people are really important, and the lives of rich Americans are even more important; Liu Manxiang seems to be relatively rich, and he seems to be a foreigner.
"Director Li, you are finally here." Wang Juefei stood next to the director of the urology department, both wearing masks. The little liar was thinking that he was out of ideas.
"I just came out of No. 9." Zhu Tong walked over to report on the last operation.
Wang Juefei hummed and pulled him closer to Smith's lower body: "From the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, how should we treat such an injury?"
"From the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine?" Zhu Tong muttered and asked the director of the urology department; "From the perspective of Western medicine, how do you plan to treat it?"
"Maybe it can only be removed." The director of the urology department is an old doctor and is more cautious, so he has the heart to seek the opinion of a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. He pointed to the CT film in his hand and said: "The patient's right testicle is dislocated and the tunica albuginea is ruptured; the left testicle is shattered.
Fortunately, the scrotum is still intact. If treated conservatively, the testicles may atrophy and lose spermatogenesis and testicular endocrine function; if it is surgically removed now, the patient will definitely lose sexual function..."
"Then just cut it." Zhu Tong was about to say this casually, feeling a bit unethical and unscientific. He couldn't hold back his laughter and asked, "What does the director mean?"
"I saw similar injuries when I was young. At that time, Western medicine equipment was backward, and the patient was treated by a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner without any sequelae. Even now, Western medicine has no better method except excision for such injuries. Li
The director is a Chinese medicine practitioner, maybe he has some good ideas?"
"Well..." Zhu Tong pretended to be thinking, took a probe from the nurse's hand, and played with Smith's scrotum.
Zhu Tong could still understand what the old director said. It probably meant that if there was a wound in Smith's scrotum, there would be nothing that Chinese or Western medicine could do except treat him like a eunuch. The only hope now is that although Smith's scrotum is swollen,
It's shiny but not broken. As long as the swelling can be reduced, the rest will be easy.
Use a needle to pierce this bright red thing? Zhu Tong still regrets his pair of precious needles. Maybe try it with a gold needle first? Who kicked this kick? It is so insidious and precise. Could it be the work of a woman again?
Zhu Tongzhen twisted out a gold needle and was about to hold her nose to pierce it when the CK watch on her wrist vibrated slightly.
It was Qin Keqiang who wanted Zhu Tong to do his best to save Smith. There was no reason, but he was very determined.
The little liar's chest was constricted, not because of the injury to his lungs, but because he couldn't get out a breath of bad breath. He didn't want to harm Smith. From the moment he walked in, he never thought about saving him.
However, a bunch of people were watching him. Under the public gaze, everyone saw that his golden needle had been poked out... Seeing the shining golden needle, Zhu Tong suddenly realized: this needle penetrated and filled the scrotum.
The leakage of fluid not only disabled Smith, but also put his life in danger if infection occurred.
Wang Juefei said softly: "Don't be nervous. If you're not sure, it's better to go slower. Those people outside don't have to worry. The consul and foreign affairs office can't handle the hospital. Let me handle the reporters."
Zhu Tong remembered the meal he had eaten at noon and sighed slightly. The government needs a successful operation, and Wang Juefei needs a beautiful victory to publicize to the outside world; why doesn't he need it? If Wang Juefei is finished, the little liar's happy life in Ocean Hospital will also be over.
That's the end.
In the end, the little liar did not prick the golden needle, but carefully fiddled with it a few times with a probe, and humbly said to the director of the urology department: "I'm not sure, if there is anything..."
"You don't have to be polite, Director Li. I have seen your surgical cases and they are very exciting. You just treat them and treat them like dead horses. If the effect is not good or someone says anything, I will testify for you. Huh! Such a case is
Even if the world's top surgical experts come, they won't be 30% sure."
The little liar didn't care how confident others were, and he didn't want to try his best to rescue Smith's male function as Qin Keqiang said, just don't harm him. As for the treatment method...
"Shave and clean." As soon as Zhu Tong said it, a nurse came forward, leaned next to Smith, and gently shaved off the hair on his lower body with a sharp scalpel.
For some reason, Zhu Tong felt very uncomfortable when he saw this scene, and immediately shouted to stop when he was done watching. He reached out and took out the smallest piece of dog skin plaster, rubbed it a few times, and applied it to his scrotum that was as swollen as a fist.
"Director, please check, please reset what should be reset, what should be..., I'm sorry, there is a patient over there, I have to go over there."
He didn't want to, nor did he know how to sort out the contents of his scrotum. It would be more appropriate to let Western medicine experts do such a thing. Anyway, this guy wouldn't be able to leave the hospital for a while, so there was plenty of time to treat him.
The director of the urology department is hesitating, is this enough? If a dog-skin plaster can solve the problem, what use are they who have received professional training for many years?
Wang Juefei was very confident in the little liar's dog-skin plaster. He thought that Li Xiang had done a comprehensive examination. Traditional Chinese medicine is a very strange knowledge. He waved to the director of the urology department: "Don't be stunned."
The director of the urology department had no choice but to stretch out his hand, hold the scrotum wrapped in dog skin plaster, and carefully arrange the two testicles into a roughly reasonable position.
Zhu Tong ran back to operating room No. 5. Fortunately, nothing happened to Liu Manxiang. Wu Zhanming was more suitable than him as the first assistant.
Zheng Shurong fixed the last rib, and trouble finally came. Liu Manxiang's heart suddenly stopped beating.
This is what Zhu Tong is most afraid of. Although Liu Manxiang's heart appears to be uninjured on the surface, but with such a heavy blow to the chest, there must be invisible internal injuries, maybe in the lungs, maybe in the heart; during the acupoint sealing anesthesia,
He could already feel that the meridians on Liu Manxiang's chest were destroyed.
"I'll do it." The little liar had no choice but to stand on the operating table, adjust his breathing, and slowly poke out the needle.
A mass of black mist has already been refined into the crystal of the needle body; what Zhu Tong is doing now is to use this mass of black mist to write the word "healing" to reorganize Anne's meridians.
Zhu Tong still wrote the word "spiritual". Half a year ago, it was not very difficult for Zhu Tong to write this word to save people; now that he is injured, he is not sure whether he can write it well or the effect.
Halfway through writing the word "spiritual", Zhu Tong felt that his chest was tight and his fragile lungs were getting heavier and heavier.
He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes slightly, pressed his lips tightly, and forced himself to write the word "spirit" completely. Blood mist rose from Anne's chest, and a stream of energy gathered around the word "spirit".
The writing was finished, but Zhu Tong had no strength to send it into Liu Manxiang's chest. The word "ling" was rising little by little, and there were signs of losing control and flying out. In that case, Liu Manxiang would be finished.
Zheng Shurong knew the details of Zhu Tong, but he had not yet begun to practice such a complicated word "zhi", and he had not yet fully learned the word "qi", so he could only watch Zhu Tong helplessly.
The nurse stretched out her hand to wipe the sweat from Zhu Tong's brow, but Zheng Shurong stopped her silently. At this moment, a slight accident could cost two lives: Liu Manxiang and Zhu Tong.
Finally, the spirit character began to lower and entered Liu Manxiang's chest. The paused heart began to beat again, and various indicators rebounded.
Zheng Shurong breathed a sigh of relief and began to suture the incision.
It took a long time for Zhu Tong to sit back on the seat at the head of Annie. He kept his lips tightly closed. If there was no mask to hide it, you could see the bright red color on his cheeks. This experience of using the character Zhu Menzhi was very strange. The most dangerous thing.
Sometimes, he thought about giving up. If he gave up, Liu Manxiang would die on the operating table. If he didn't give up, he might go to hell with Liu Manxiang.
However, after passing through the most dangerous stage, Zhu Tong felt an unknown relaxation; it was the relaxation of his whole body, his meridians were not empty as imagined, but warm, and the wounds on his lungs seemed to be a little lighter.
Master Zhu Huang once said that with Zhu Tong's cultivation level, he could write the word "zhi" at most twice a year to save people. If after writing the word "zhi", his body feels relaxed and the breath in his meridians flows more smoothly, it proves his cultivation level.
Going one step further, this is the unique resilience of Peng Ma Gong and the subtlety of Zhumen's calligraphy skills. Today's situation proves that the little liar has made another breakthrough in Peng Ma Gong and can learn the next calligraphy treatment.
Half an hour later, the operation came to an end. Zheng Shurong sutured the last stitch, and the nurse began to arrange the intubation and infusion. Zhu Tong was still sitting there blankly. He was thinking about the process just now. Why did this happen? He wasted his energy on treating people, but instead
It is of great benefit to your own cultivation.
In the past, he didn't care about this at all. If he hadn't been beaten by an old liar with a stick when he was a child, and his body felt uncomfortable if he didn't perform Pengma Kung a few times every once in a while, he might have stopped practicing. After this injury,
Zhu Tongcai had to work hard and practice harder because the old liar said that only Peng Ma Gong could save him.
Therefore, during the time he spent in the aromatherapy room of Tianye Ranch, he was practicing day and night, which was equivalent to retreat. After returning to Shanghai, especially in the recent period, he went to the aromatherapy center of Ocean Hospital to practice for one or two hours every day, and he gradually recovered.
It has become a habit. But I didn’t expect that a breakthrough would occur at this critical moment of life and death.
Outside the operating room, Liu Xilan and two orchid fairies greeted Liu Manxiang and thanked Zheng Shurong repeatedly.
Zhu Tong changed his clothes and came out, nodded to Liu Xilan, saying that Annie was fine and everything went well.
Liu Xilan smiled reassuringly, knowing that now was not the time to talk, and followed the hospital bed cart away.
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