A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Chapter 212

After seeing the cold of Song Dynasty, Shuluo came up to his sleeve and said, "doctor song! Help! I'm going to die! "

Song QingHan seldom saw his sad face. In his impression, he always looked like a hippie. Therefore, song QingHan thought that he could be flexible in whatever he met.

Thinking of this, he raised his eyebrow and said, "why didn't I see that you were going to die? Don't tell me that you have been crushed by a man with high martial arts skills. Then you have to spit out at least two mouthfuls of blood before I can believe it. "

Seeing that he was still joking at this time, Shuluo was so worried that she stamped her foot and said, "really! Drinking is a mistake! Didn't I tell you about my ancestral dog skin plaster? Do you believe in the efficacy of this? "

Song QingHan's eyes flashed a bit of doubt. He didn't seem to know what was the relationship between this and drinking. However, he replied honestly: "of course not. Different diseases have different treatments. How can they be cured with the same medicine?"

Shuluo slapped his hands and said, "yes! But someone believed it! And use this excuse to push me out as a scapegoat

Song QingHan suddenly understood what was going on. It was nothing more than Shuluo who was drunk and talked big to others. Unexpectedly, he was recorded by someone who had a heart, or the wine was a trap. Anyway, if Shuluo could not take out the so-called dog skin plaster, his life would probably be gone.

He thought for a moment and said honestly, "but I don't have any skills in the medicine. If you let me make the medicine, you might as well come by yourself."

If yuanyuanxuan were here, he might agree to xiashuluo's request. After all, yuanyuanxuan has always learned both Chinese and Western medicine, and his attainments are good. On the contrary, he is a master, and he is almost ignorant of traditional Chinese medicine.

Shuluo was very angry because of song QingHan's refusal. He directly took his hand and went out and said in a low voice, "doctor song, please help me! It's not easy to save a person with a broken leg and a broken hand

Song QingHan some can't laugh and cry, auction house people have so terrible? Is it harder to save than a broken leg or a broken hand? It's not a monster?!

However, Shuluo's words have broadened his heart. For him, broken legs and broken hands are easier to treat than hands and feet. As long as things can be solved with a scalpel, they are not things.

Although the guard recognized song QingHan, he didn't say anything when he saw the intimate posture between Shuluo and him. After all, although there were not a few doctors here, there were only a few people coming in and going out. As a guard, they recognized all those people.

Probably because the night became cold, the smell of blood in the air became lighter, but song QingHan's nerves were still tense.

He needs to quickly clear his mind of miscellaneous thoughts, so that he can easily enter the state of operation.

Shuluo opened one of the tents, raised his chin, motioned to song QingHan to look at the man with a tight frown on the ground, and whispered: "this is the man. It seems that his identity is some great, so the people above me must cure him, but his hands and feet are broken. Where is that easy to cure..."

half of what he said, he was worried that song QingHan mistakenly thought he was deliberately digging a hole Song QingHan jumped and quickly added: "but if it was a doctor of Song Dynasty, it would certainly be cured..."

seeing song QingHan without even looking at him, he squatted directly in front of the man. He stroked his head, emptied the sundries nearby and found a small stool behind him.

Song QingHan still didn't notice the action of Shuluo, because he put all his mind on the man in front of him.

There is no such thing, because this man is the general who helped with the small stones in the morning.

But now, his face was pale, his lips were blue, his hair and hair were wet by the cold sweat under the pain, and song QingHan almost didn't recognize him.

Song QingHan looked at his arms and legs carefully and saw that although they were carefully bound up, there was still blood infection outside. He couldn't help but say, "didn't you apply medicine?"

Shuluo scratched his head awkwardly and murmured: "the medicine is not enough, and the supplement has not arrived yet, so...

Song QingHan pursed his mouth and didn't say anything. He took out the ointment made by Yuanyuan Xuan at home before from his personal bag, slowly untied the man's gauze, and saw the blood overflow, and his eyes solidified.

In fact, Shuluo said that his hands and legs were broken, because his hands and feet were not broken at all. At least from the biological point of view, they were not completely cut off. Only a part of the tissue was cut off, and the most important tendon and tendon were still connected to it.

After calculating the time, it should not have been four hours. Song QingHan gnawed his teeth and decided to take a risk. He turned to Shuluo and said, "more candles, the brighter the better."

After all, although there is no medicine here, there are still a lot of candles.

After Shuluo left, song QingHan quickly detoxified the surgical knife, carefully looked at the section of the man's wound, and thought about the way of cutting.The principle is the same: at least one artery, two veins and one nerve should be connected.

Shuluo's nerves are still intact, and a vein can still function. Therefore, only one artery and one vein are needed.

However, it is easier said than done. There are no precise instruments and equipment here, and song QingHan's eyes have no magnifying function. Therefore, to make this operation successful, we should rely on technology for three and obey the destiny for seven.

In the interval of Shuluo lighting the lamp, song QingHan cleaned up the broken meat of the man, leaving only the complete hand tissue. He drew out the needle and thread and slowly sutured it up.

Shuluo didn't know how many candles song QingHan wanted, so as long as he didn't speak, he bent down to put the candles. It was only when song QingHan noticed the change of temperature that he stopped his action.

If it goes down to the temperature, it is not conducive to the recovery of colony.

After lighting the candle, there was nothing else to do. Seeing that song QingHan didn't sit on the bench, he simply sat on it by himself, holding his face in both hands and watching song QingHan's movements curiously.

Is that how he treated people in the auction house that day?

These strange knives... Did he come up with them?

Shuluo subconsciously looked at Song QingHan and felt that his face was full of inexplicable light, which made people think of the legendary Avalokitesvara.

Song QingHan didn't know that Shuluo thought highly of him in his heart, because his nerves were stretched to the extreme. If someone made a big noise at this time, I'm afraid the string in his mind would be broken immediately. As for the consequences, no one would want to know.