The god-fortune boss wears an early-dead female supporting role in the chronology

Chapter 313
"Old Su! Help me support his head!"

Qiao Muyue said to Mr. Su who was on the side.

Elder Su squatted down and hugged the boy's head, then looked at Qiao Muyue with some hesitation: "You are..."

Qiao Muyue gestured to the length of the silver needle, and said without raising her head: "He has intracranial hemorrhage, and the intracranial pressure first comes out. The high pressure inside must be reduced, otherwise the brain will be damaged!"

Elder Su's heart jumped. Of course he knew that the patient had intracranial high pressure, but surgery was needed to reduce the high pressure. How could silver needles be used?Unless it's draining the blood inside...

Thinking of this, Mr. Su might feel that the hands supporting the boy began to tremble.

Jin Shengcheng and Jin Yongen, who were on the sidelines, also saw the way at this time, especially Jin Shengcheng, who felt that his three views had been impacted, and used silver needles to drain the accumulated blood?Is this a joke?
Before they could think about it, they saw that Qiao Muyue was already holding a silver needle and piercing it along the boy's nasal cavity. As Qiao Muyue's hand shook slightly, the silver needle went in at different angles, as if it hadn't touched anything. Obstacles, but in the blink of an eye, only a little bit of the silver needle was left outside the boy's nostrils.

Everyone felt that their breathing stopped, and they stared at the silver needle. According to the length, the silver needle had obviously pierced into the brain. What kind of method is this?
Before everyone could think about it, they saw a streak of black blood flowing out along the silver needle. With the flowing of black blood, the boy's already dark complexion began to recover slowly.

Elder Su was shocked in his heart, he was eager to know what happened to the patient's pupils, but now he was holding the patient's head with his hands, not daring to move easily, he could only hold back the impulse.

And Jin Shengcheng was dumbfounded at this time, he didn't even need to look at his pupils to know that the patient's intracranial hypertension had begun to ease, because he had already seen the patient's chest rise and fall.

Qiao Muyue felt the changes of the silver needle carefully with the hand that was touching the silver needle. When the last drop of black blood was discharged, Qiao Muyue retracted the silver needle, and then let out a long sigh of relief.

"The patient's intracranial hypertension has been relieved, Mr. Su, you just need to prescribe a prescription!"

Qiao Muyue put away the silver needle and said to Elder Su that the most serious problem of this patient is intracranial hypertension. After the accumulated blood is drained, most of the danger is over now.

Only now did Mr. Su come back to his senses, and quickly said, "No problem!"

He was already stunned by Qiao Muyue's miraculous acupuncture.

At this time, the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground also understood. He knew that his son was saved by the little girl in front of him, so he quickly kowtowed to Qiao Muyue: "Thank you, thank you!"

Qiao Muyue hurriedly stopped the middle-aged man: "You can't move around now, or your hand will be completely useless! You don't want your son to wake up and you can't take care of him, do you?"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he didn't dare to move immediately. Qiao Muyue stepped forward to hold the man's hand. The whole arm must have been hit hard by a heavy object, and the bones inside were broken.

Qiao Muyue raised her head and glanced at Jin Shengcheng: "I've already rescued one, are you ready to lose?"

Jin Shengcheng also came to his senses at this time. Although Qiao Muyue's acupuncture skills were excellent, he was not one to admit defeat. He grabbed the medicine box from his nephew and rushed into the patients.

Jin Yongen did not move, he was too curious about Qiao Muyue's medical skills, this miraculous acupuncture was simply amazing.

At this time, Mr. Su had already prescribed a prescription for the young man to be sent to the intensive care unit, and then walked to Qiao Muyue's side again. This was a rare opportunity. He felt that staying with Ms. Qiao and watching her treat patients could improve his medical skills. It helps a lot.

Seeing that Jin Yongen didn't leave, Qiao Muyue didn't bother to speak, and said to the middle-aged man, "I'm going to reset the bone in your arm now, it will hurt very much, you have to hold back, don't move!"

The middle-aged man nodded: "I will not move!"

Qiao Muyue was still worried, so she directly took out a few silver needles and sealed the acupoints on the man's arm, which would reduce the pain in the man's arm a lot, and wait for it to be used for anesthetic, but it is not as effective as anesthetic, and there is no time to get anesthetic now Yes, this is the only way.

Jin Yongen frowned at the side. Judging by the degree of distortion of the man's arm, it must have broken many joints. There must be a lot of broken bones inside. Surgery is needed to remove the broken bones, and then put nails to fix the broken bones. Now it can be restored by hand. OK?
Mr. Su is an orthopedic expert, and he is also good at bone setting. When he heard Qiao Muyue's words at this time, he knew Qiao Muyue's plan. If it was ten years ago, he could give it a try, but he can't do it now. It doesn't matter if you don't add the strength of your hand, there is no way to treat a severed hand of this level.

Qiao Muyue carefully pinched every broken part of the broken hand and the places where the bones were broken, and then raised her momentum, exerted a little force with both hands, and twisted the man's arm from the innermost part.

Little by little reset, or pulling or lifting or turning, everyone heard the sound of bones rubbing, and then the twisted broken arm of the middle-aged man slowly began to return to its normal angle.

The middle-aged man's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, but he bit his lips tightly to keep himself from crying out. Although the acupuncture points were sealed, the pain of twisting his broken arm made him almost collapse.

On the other hand, Qiao Muyue was also sweating. This kind of delicate work required a strong concentration, and she had to put the bones together bit by bit without being sloppy.

Liu Xiaoqin took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat off Qiao Muyue's forehead. She felt a little distressed, and at the same time her eyes gradually brightened. She already knew what she was going to do.

When the last bone was put together, Qiao Muyue yelled, "Fix the board!"

Su got ready a long time ago, and directly handed over the fixed board and bandages to Qiao Muyue.

Qiao Muyue fixed the fixed plate, and then began to fix the fixed plate with bandages. Jin Yongen couldn't believe that his hand, which was obviously twisted into a twist shape, could be restored to this shape?
After Qiao Muyue finished fixing the fixing board, before the nurse came over, Jin Yongen stepped forward to help the middle-aged man up: "I'll take you to the ward!"

The middle-aged man was about to thank Qiao Muyue, but before he could open his mouth, he was dragged away by Jin Yongen. Jin Yongen didn't believe that manpower could restore a severed hand like that, so he wanted to find an X-ray. He must have read all about the patient with intracranial hypertension who was exposed just now, he didn't believe it at all.

Elder Su was also filled with emotion. His eyes were venomous. He had just seen that the middle-aged man's arm had already recovered. He just needed to recuperate well and wait for the arm to heal itself. There was no way to recover that level of arm in its heyday.

Qiao Muyue didn't care about resting at this time, and immediately looked at the other patients.

(End of this chapter)