Chapter 482: surgery

"What do you do with blood?" asked Dr. Shen.
When Bai Hao saw that his blood bag had already had 200 milliliters, he stopped the thin tube, pulled out the needle, and pressed the needle hole with the cotton ball. This was done to the doctor. "You know in your heart, Mu’s participation. The injury is not fatal. The most deadly thing is that once the arrow is pulled out, he will fall and die, but if I have enough blood to enter his body, I can greatly reduce the risk when I pull the arrow."
It’s not bad to say this, he asked:
Yes, how can this blood be replenished to him?

The white scorpion pointed at the needle around him: "If you can pull it out, you can make it up."
At this time, the youth's blood bag has exceeded three hundred milliliters, and she hastened to stop: "Enough, these should be enough."
Dr. Shen is a big eye, and there is such a thing in this world. Is this just a common folk of Baicaotang? He does not believe it!
Bai Hao didn't have time to explain anything. In order to save Muyang, she couldn't care about it. "You help him cut the clothes, be careful, don't touch the arrows." She is taking things from the cloth bag, the same kind. Take it out, pad with a disposable white non-woven cloth, and fill the cloth in a short time.
Scalpels, hemostats, forceps, suture needles, etc.
She took a pair of rubber gloves, put on a disposable gown, a cap, and put on surgical glasses.
The three people in the account looked at her like this, and like the aliens, they were so scared that their eyes fell.
I really don't know where she came to find these strange things.
When she didn't look at them, she started the operation immediately. She first added the blood that had just been taken to Muyang, and then let the young man who did not lose blood support the long arrow running through Muyang's body and let him keep the stability of the long arrow. She used a scalpel to open the chest. The process was very bloody. The people in the account, including Dr. Shen, dared not stare at it.
They looked at her like this, watching her cut Muyang's chest, and bursting in it, I don't know how to make it.
"pull!"
A young man, "Hey?"
"Draw the arrow!" she told me again.
The young man’s hand began to tremble. He had seen many brothers who had suffered such injuries. After they pulled the arrow, they immediately died, and even the last words were not left.
"Don't be afraid, there is me, pull out!"
The young man took a deep breath and slowly stabilized his hand. Under the inspiration of the white, he pulled out the long arrow.
The blood also followed the arrow and splashed it.
"Good job!" She turned her head to Shen Dafu: "Hawcock, fast!"
Dr. Shen did not know what the hemostat was, and looked at a lot of things at a loss.
Bai Yudao: "The longest one, come with it, and the blood-sucking cotton next to it."
Dr. Shen hurriedly found out the hemostatic forceps and the blood-sucking cotton handed over.
The operation was carried out in such a flustered environment. When she removed Mu Yang's damaged lungs and repaired the lung contusion, Muyang had no breathing on this way, and the white scorpion let the soldiers give him artificial labor. It’s a bit stupid, but it’s working.
When she stitched the two wounds on Mu Yang, it was already three hours later.
She was almost tired from the waist, but during the operation, she did not feel tired at all.
The two soldiers were excited and hugged together: "It's still alive, Mu is still alive, great."
The white enamel took a clear glass bottle from the cloth bag. The small bottle, the medicine inside was a life-saving medicine. She injected the medicine into Mu Yang’s body. This medicine is the functional repair liquid produced by the latest research. In particular, the effectiveness of patients after the operation of the opponent is obvious.