Song Yi

Chapter 81

Although Du Wenhao hadn't been here for long, he already had a general feeling of the social situation in the Song Dynasty, and he knew the painful connotation of Zhou Kuai's words.

Kneeling down, he supported his shoulder and said: "Brother Zhou, to tell you the truth, your injury is very fierce, and the evil poison is extremely severe, which has already endangered your life. Forgive me for my inability to hold you without guaranteeing your life." Your leg, in order to ensure your life, I am afraid I can only choose to amputate it for you!"

Detective Zhou quickly grabbed Du Wenhao's hand, shaking his head in pain:
"Doctor Du, please! Don't cut off my legs! - I would rather die than have no legs!"

"Save your life but not your legs, save your legs but not your life! Can a leg be as important as a life?"

Zhou Zhou took a quick look at the weeping daughter-in-law, choked up and said:

"If I die, my wife can still remarry and find a good family to spend the rest of her life. She has a good heart. With her food, the old and the young will not be hungry. When the child grows up, she and the old man will not be hungry." They all have their own destinations. But if I lose my legs, even if I survive, it will drag her down for the rest of my life and become a burden for the whole family! At that time, the whole family will starve to death!"

Du Wenhao's heart trembled, and when he glanced around, he saw that all the arresters were downcast, and they all felt that what he said was the real truth.

Crying, Su rushed over and hugged her husband tightly:

"Husband! This concubine would rather go to the underworld with you than be alone!"

"Fart!" Zhou Zhou quickly raised his hand and slapped her across the face, but under the serious injury, she had no energy.Detective Zhou panted heavily and shouted:

"You die with me, what about the child? What about the old man? Everyone die together? Good! Bring the knife! I'll kill you one by one, and everyone dies cleanly!"

"Husband...!" Su Shi hugged her husband and cried like a cuckoo dripping blood.

Detective Zhou's heart softened, he put his arm around her neck and stroked her hair with the other:
"Tweety, don't cry! I know you have a good heart. If Doctor Du can't cure my leg, after I die, you must remarry as soon as possible and find a good family! It's only been a few years since you raised the child. When the child grows up, he will be able to support his grandfather. You will also be able to live your life with peace of mind..."

"No! Husband... woo woo woo..."

Su hugged her husband, afraid that if she let go, her husband's life would be gone with the wind.

"Tweety, don't cry! Promise me, you must promise me! For the sake of the elderly and children, you must promise me! Huh?"

Detective Zhou quickly pushed her away, looked at her face full of tears, pained like a heart-wrenching heart, and stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on her face, but after wiping away a bunch of tears, another bunch came out.Detective Zhou quickly felt dizzy and anxious, grabbed her skirt, stared at her fiercely and shouted,
"Tweety, if you don't agree, even if I turn into a ghost, I won't let you go!"

Su Shi cried so much that she almost fainted, she nodded in a trance.

"Tweety!" Detective Zhou quickly held his wife in his arms, turned his head and said to Du Wenhao:
"Doctor Du, save your legs but not your life! Do it! Please!"

Du Wenhao seemed to have something blocked in his heart, his eye sockets were a little wet, and he nodded heavily:

"Okay! Brother Zhou, don't worry, I will do my best to save your leg and your life!" Turning around, he refused to accept the money and said, "Take him to my pharmacy for treatment!"

"Okay, master!" Qian Bushou nodded.

Several policemen helped to carry Zhouzhou to Wuweitang with the door panel.

After Du Wenhao left, Lin Qingdai and the others stopped their chopsticks and waited for him to come. After waiting for a long time, a large group of people arrived, and they were still carried by the door.I hurriedly greeted him.

In the simple operating room, Patrolman Liu, who had undergone a splenectomy, was still lying there. Lin Qingdai hurriedly ordered the staff to help vacate a warehouse for medicinal materials as a temporary ward, and put Patrolman Liu here, and then carried Patrolman Zhou onto the operating table.

Du Wenhao asked Pang Yuqin and Xue Feier to make preoperative preparations quickly.

He wrote a prescription for clearing away heat and promoting dampness, cooling blood and detoxification, antibacterial and anti-inflammation, and handed it to Lin Qingdai, asking her to fry it immediately and pour it down quickly for Catcher Zhou.

The previous formula cannot be used to rinse this kind of wound, and a special disinfectant must be used. Du Wenhao wrote a prescription for cleaning the wound and asked them to prepare it.

Commonly used drugs such as anesthetics are ready-made, and they are quickly poured by Zhou Zhou.

Du Wenhao washed the deerskin gloves with water, put on the sterilized one-piece isolation suit he made, and took off the whole body of Zhou Kuai with the deerskin gloves, rolled up and went out to the kitchen stove.

Wu Cong was very surprised when he saw it: "Where are you going, sir?"

"Burn this shirt and pants!"

"The clothes are fine, why burn them?"

Du Wenhao said: "This kind of evil poison is very fierce. If someone touches the clothes and pants contaminated with the evil poison of the wound, it will be infected with this evil poison, so it must be burned!"

Wu Cong stepped back hastily, his face turned pale.

Du Wenhao said: "Why panic, as long as you don't have wounds on your body, or the wounds don't come into contact with contaminated clothes, pus and blood, you won't be infected!"

Walking to the stove, carefully put all the clothes and pants into the stove and burn them.

With the help of Hantou, Yan Miaoshou had cleaned the wound on his head, and the cut on his little finger had been thoroughly debrided and sutured. He bled a lot, his face was pale, and he came to Wuweitang without accepting the money.

Hearing Du Wenhao's words at this moment, his complexion changed, he remembered something, stepped forward, wanted to ask Du Wenhao, saw him rushing into the operating room, and swallowed the words again.

A great uneasiness permeated his heart.

Du Wenhao went into the temporary operating room, checked that the anesthesia of Zhou Kuai was in good condition, and looked at the second daughter. Although the two looked ugly and nervous, they were better than the first time.They're all prepped.

Du Wenhao asked Xue Feier and Pang Yuqin to also put on one-piece isolation suits and buckskin gloves.Xue Feier was mainly responsible for exposing the surgical field, preparing and counting the surgical instruments, wiping herself and Pang Yuqin during the operation, and checking the pulse and breathing conditions of Zhou Kuai, and reporting any problems immediately.

And Pang Yuqin is the first assistant in the operation, assisting herself in completing some auxiliary actions in the operation.

Pang Yuqin had taught her what she needed to do in the afternoon, and she had also done exercises with pork.

The debridement operation this time is much simpler than the previous laparotomy, but it is equally significant, and if the debridement is not complete, people will die.

When Du Wenhao was ready to start debridement again, he realized that there was a key problem that had not been resolved! --illumination!
It was already midnight, and in the simple operating room, Lin Qingdai had already ordered lanterns to be hung at the four corners, and two lanterns were also placed beside the operating table.

However, this time the debridement was different from usual, even different from the lighting required for laparotomy.

This time, all necrotic and poor blood supply tissues must be removed, and the hard-to-find dead space in the deep wound of the thigh must be eliminated. Too much good tissue must not be removed, let alone the large blood vessels. Otherwise, this leg will be useless. It may also be directly life-threatening due to acute blood loss.

Therefore, from a certain point of view, this operation has higher lighting requirements than the first splenectomy operation.

The last time the operation was performed during the day, this problem was not prominent, but now it is midnight, even if there are seven or eight lanterns hung in the room, it still feels dim, and it is difficult to distinguish the condition of the wound.

The key to this operation is whether the debridement is thorough. If it is not thorough, the life may be gone.

Du Wenhao was so anxious that he couldn't pile up a bunch of lanterns beside him, so that the lanterns in front would also block the light from the lanterns in the back, so what's the use of having more lanterns?

Pang Yuqin saw that he was circling around in place and refused to perform surgery, and wondered, "Sir, what's the matter?"

Du Wenhao said: "Light! The light is too dim, I can't see the wound clearly!"

"Oh..." Pang Yuqin thoughtfully, looked around at the lanterns, and said:

"If only there was something to focus all these lights on the wound."

Du Wenhao's heart moved, and he said happily: "Yes! Why didn't I think of this, Qin'er, you are so smart!"

Pang Yuqin was baffled by his praise, and looked at him a little embarrassed, not knowing exactly what she reminded him of.

Du Wenhao came to the window in a few steps, and said to Lin Qingdai in the yard: "Master, go get a big dressing mirror, the bigger the better!"

Lin Qingdai agreed, and hurried upstairs to get her dressing mirror, but this mirror was mounted on the dressing table. She knew that Du Wenhao needed the mirror at this time, it was absolutely urgent, and without hesitation, she raised her palms and put The shelf of the vanity mirror was smashed, grabbed the mirror and hurried downstairs to the door:
"The mirror is here!"

Du Wenhao said: "Put on the isolation suit, gloves and mask, stand beside me with a stool, and use a mirror to reflect the light onto the wound, so I can see the condition of the wound!"

Lin Qingdai immediately understood. After she was dressed, she moved a round stool, stood on it, and tried the angle with the bronze mirror in her hand, reflecting the light of the lantern onto the wound.

The wound was much clearer now.

However, the Song Dynasty used bronze mirrors, which were not highly reflective. In addition, the light source was a lantern, and the light was too dark. Moreover, the light was red, and when it shone on the wound, it was difficult to distinguish the extent of the wound’s muscle decay. It still did not meet the hope the result of.

(End of this chapter)