Vol 2 Chapter 181: Life and death

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"This is nothing, you don't need to be afraid, settle your mind."
Yuan Qiu sounds light, but like a magic sound, instantly smoothed the agitation of the four maids, so that they quickly return to God and join the ranks of assisting surgery.
After the scalp was cut, the blade was unsheathed. Although the skull was indestructible, it could not hold the sharp edge of the blade. The skull was also smooth. The four maids were surprised and surprised, and they were afraid to miss it.
Dredging is a meticulous work. If there is no rich clinical experience, who dares to move? The nerves in the brain are as big as a cow's hair. It is easy to make a mistake when it is naked to the naked eye. At this time, it is experience.
"This is the blood clot in the brain of Wang Ye?" A maid took advantage of Yuan Qiu to take a small blood clot from the brain of Wang Ye, and asked with surprise.
Yuan Qiu nodded: "Yes, there is a piece, you don't distract, stare at the situation of the prince, and the pulse is different immediately."
Yuan Qiu’s eyes are not left without stopping. Only severe words can command four underserved waitresses. Today, she begins to miss her former colleagues. Those who have helped her on the operating table have one or two powerful ones. It’s not easy to be a man.
When the last piece of blood was removed and Yuan Qiu was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a maid who took the wrist of the lord called: "The doctor of the Yuan, the pulse of the prince is not normal."
Yuan Qiu’s heart was tight, and he quickly circled to the front of Liang Wang. He explored his neck veins with his hands. He only felt that the pulse was very weak and the more declining.
She turned to take the needle bag, the needle bag had not been taken, and the maid screamed again: "The pulse of the prince, no more."
Another maid also called: "Wang Ye's heartbeat seems to be - no more."
When the four small faces were white, they looked at Yuan Qiu and brushed up for a moment.
Yuan Qiu quickly rushed to reach out and explore the neck veins. As the maid said, the neck veins are weak and can't be found, and the heartbeat is ups and downs. This is shock.
She immediately put down the needle bag, quickly carried out chest compression first aid, and then continued to use artificial respiration to give oxygen.
Such bold behavior, seeing the four maids surprised and ashamed and scared.
After pressing the chest and artificial respiration dozens of times, Yuan Qiu almost exhausted, turning his head to the maid's maid: "Re-exploring the pulse."
The maid was only able to slow down the gods, and then explore the pulse, and found that the pulse has again, although the vain and powerless, but always have.
"With it, there is a pulse."
Yuan Qiu stopped the first aid, quickly opened the needle bag, and legally lived the eight major points of the Liang Wang Zhou body with Jiuyin Jiuyang Xingmai needle to ensure the smooth flow of the veins and promoted its vitality.
After she had finished this, she was relieved, and Liang Wang’s life was saved.
Although shock during surgery is common, it is not uncommon in clinical practice, but it is modern, there are all kinds of medical equipment to use, oxygen, electric shock, adrenaline, these things are readily available, but this is ancient, these things are not, What she can get is just the oldest first aid method.
If she does not have the nine-nine-nine-yang method, even if her teacher is coming, Liang Wang will die.
This is also the case that Liang Wang’s life should not be met, and she met her.
Although the surgical procedure is not smooth, the outcome is still complete.
After the drug's medicinal properties were dissipated, Liang Wang woke up, and the pain of his heart made his original handsome face slightly distorted.
"Yuan Lan, Wang Ye is so painful, can he have a good side to make Wang Ye more comfortable?" Wang Hao sees his husband suffering, and his heart can't bear it.
There is indeed a way, but she does not say that Liang Wang is not a good thing. It is only his own job to save him. He can feel bad about him, but it is not her scope of work. She can't do anything about it.
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