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Chapter 137 The Rescue Begins

Seeing the medicinal soup already placed aside, Wen Wanwan nodded in satisfaction.

"Okay, you cook the rest slowly, I'll take these first."

"it is good!"

Bai Han nodded stiffly, wiped the sweat off his face, changed his posture, and stirred the last medicine jar.

Just when the things to be used were ready, there was an urgent sound of horns outside the door.

Two figures rushed into the rescue station carrying an incubator.

"Night night, quick, ventilator!"

Hearing the sound, Wen Wanwan quickly rushed downstairs with a hand-pressed ventilator.

Looking at the big guy in the incubator, his face suddenly became serious.

Maomao's whole body is brown-gray, and he looks a bit fierce, but with two pointed ears and a fat body, he is full of a different kind of joy.

It's just that its breathing was a little weak at this time, and it looked at Wen Wanwan with a pair of painful eyes.

Seeing that the oxygen in the incubator had reached the warning threshold, Wen Wanwan quickly connected the breathing tube into the incubator, and kept pressing with her hands to feed Mao Mao.

"Give me the inspection report!"

Hearing Wen Wanwan's words, a figure following behind quickly took out a stack of A4 papers from the bag and handed it to Wen Wanwan.

After a few quick glances, Wen Wanwan also had a general understanding of Maomao's situation.

"Let me tell you first, I can only say that I will try my best, but I can't guarantee if I can be saved."

"I know that for fulminant myocarditis, no one can say that it is [-]% sure."

Seeing that everyone was clear, Wen Wanwan also called the two of them to carry the incubator to the operating room.

After sending the group of people out, Wen Wanwan closed the door of the operating room, threw the live broadcast room aside, and directly fed Mao Mao a pill that Bai Han had just rubbed out.

If fulminant myocarditis is in normal medical assistance, the heart activity is mainly stimulated by adrenaline, and the life is maintained through the operation of fluid replacement and raising blood pressure.

It's just that this method only treats the symptoms but not the root cause. Although it can sustain life for a short time, once it relapses many times, the body will sooner or later develop drug resistance.

Moreover, it is impossible to use adrenaline without restraint, and a little carelessness can easily cause sudden death of animals.

For druids, the treatment of myocarditis can be roughly divided into two parts.

The first is to maintain the vital signs, ensure the normal activity of the heart, and supply blood to the whole body.

The second is to solve the problem of myocardial tissue edema and dysfunction.

The former is easy to deal with, as long as a few medicines are taken, it can withstand it.

But the latter is extremely troublesome. Eliminating myocardial edema is not such a simple problem, because it is too close to the heart, and a little carelessness can easily cause a chain reaction.

This time the situation was serious, Wen Wanwan didn't use the equipment in the operating room, but used her mental strength to observe Mao Mao's state the whole time.

As the pills that were just fed gradually took effect, the big guy's originally weak breathing also took a little bit of a link.

Although equally weak, at least his vital signs were barely stabilized.

Wen Wanwan felt the beating frequency of the big guy's heart again, and then picked up the cold medicinal soup.

The clipper directly pushed away the hair around the big guy's heart, pinched a formula with his fingers, and then Wen Wanwan quickly picked up three silver needles and pierced them in.

Acupuncture points are not only available to humans, but also to animals.

It's just that in veterinary medicine, most of the research is from the west, and there are not many researches on animals themselves.

In addition, the acupuncture points in each animal are all strange, and the time spent on researching this aspect can be said to be beyond imagination.

Wen Wanwan also relied on her mental power and the druid's spells to find the acupoint on Maomao's body that was in charge of the heart in a short time.

He reached out and took the medicinal soup that was placed aside, and continued to apply it on the skin around the heart.

That's right, this thing is not for internal use but for external use.

As Wen Wanwan continued to smear, the little guy also lay on the bed and hummed.

For Mao Mao, after taking a pill, his breathing has become much smoother.

Now with Wen Wanwan's constant rubbing, I can feel a warm current pouring into my heart continuously.

It was already an hour after all the medicine in this jar was rubbed out.

Even with Wen Wanwan's physical strength, her arms felt sore, especially her wrist, which was most exerted, felt a sense of powerlessness.

But after this operation, Maomao's condition finally improved at this time.

Although the body was still tied to the bed, a pair of eyes could not stop looking around, and the two pointed ears were also moving.

Seeing that Maomao had recovered a lot, Wen Wanwan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But this time the treatment is not over, the current recovery can only be regarded as temporary, it is the medicine that took effect, temporarily suppressing the problem of myocarditis.

Once these drugs lose their effect, there will only be more difficult situations waiting for Mao Mao.

Wen Wanwan took a deep breath, pinched a formula with her fingers again, and a pure spiritual force immediately poured into Mao Mao's body.

Then Wen Wanwan pinched three silver needles again and stabbed them near its heart.

Seeing the pain in the big guy's eyes, Wen Wanwan frowned and kept turning the silver needle.

"Hiss, hiss."

Mao Mao's painful screams rang out in the operation immediately.

And as the screams came out, the little look in its eyes that had just appeared weakened again.

As a drop of water mixed with donated blood appeared on the silver needle, Wen Wanwan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

One drop, two drops, Wen Wanwan pulled out the silver needle only after the periphery of the silver needle was covered with this kind of blood.

Fortunately, this guy has a good will to survive and survived the most painful process.

Although the edema has not been completely eliminated now, at least it will not be life-threatening.

After wiping its chest with gauze, Wen Wanwan also pulled out the silver needle.

After stuffing another pill, he untied the rope that bound it.

"Let's go, there will be a medicinal bath in a while, hold on!"

The process of treating a disease has never been so easy. Not only the doctor is tired, but the patient also feels a kind of pain.

But everything is for living, and only living can be said to be suffering.

As the lights in the operating room dimmed, a group of people who had been sitting outside instantly stood up and moved towards the door.

Wen Wanwan pushed the car and opened the door, and there were pairs of anxious eyes in his eyes.

"Fortunately not humiliated!"

In a word, it puts a smile on everyone's face.

"This explosive myocarditis is no longer life-threatening, but the next treatment still needs your cooperation."

(End of this chapter)