A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

The so-called princess was a little helpless, he snorted twice, stood up from the ground dawdly, gave Song Qinghan a hard look, and said harshly: "You wait for me! See if I don't punish him properly in a while. you!"

Song Qinghan didn't even blink his eyelids. After the smell disappeared, he raised his eyes and said to those who were standing awkwardly in the corner: "One of you is responsible for taking his pulse, one of you is responsible for preparing the things I need, and the other is responsible for standing behind me. I do what I say, and the others are on standby, understand?"

He just took a quick glance and knew that Wu Dahu's injury was extraordinary, so the most important thing about this operation is to work together.

It doesn't matter if the technology is bad, as long as you are obedient, that's why Song Qinghan kept these people.

Seeing them start to move, Song Qinghan didn't care about how they allocated them, and squatted down directly, while identifying the injuries on Wu Dahu's body, he said in a deep voice: "Go and prepare a jar of high-quality wine, as well as clean scissors, gauze, needles and threads, Boiling water and lighted candles."

Since these people were the first to get up before, it was naturally because they were obedient enough, so as soon as they heard Song Qinghan's order, some people ran out immediately, and it seemed that they were going to prepare the things Song Qinghan said.

In the same way, the people left behind also looked at each other and found out their positions. One stood behind Song Qinghan, and the other squatted down, earnestly helping Wu Dahu get his pulse.

The person who took Wu Dahu's pulse was a little more courageous. Seeing that Song Qinghan had been looking at Wu Dahu's injuries, he couldn't help but remind him: "We have seen it before. He has eighteen injuries in total, the most serious of which is The most important one was the impact injury on the back of the head, which was the main cause of his unconsciousness."

With his explanation, although Song Qinghan still had to check Wu Dahu's body in person, it was much more convenient for him to do things. After seeing Wu Dahu's body, he immediately shifted his gaze to the back of Wu Dahu's head, and carefully inspected it. up.

The injury on the back of Wu Dahu's head was just as the man said, it was formed after being hit, and it was likely that he fell to the ground when he got off his horse and accidentally knocked on a hard rock.

The brain is the most important thing in the human body. If the brain is dead, even if the body can still function normally, it will be useless.

However, there is no medical equipment here. Even if Song Qinghan wants to check the condition of Wu Dahu's brain, he is powerless. He can only roughly judge which tissues Wu Dahu may be damaged from the appearance.

People who went out to look for things came back quickly, holding a lot of everything, which is in line with their mature personality, they would rather be greedy for more than less.

After Song Qinghan disinfected his hands and scalpel with wine and candles, he motioned for the person behind him to follow him to do the same, except that the scalpel was replaced with scissors.

After he finished, Song Qinghan nodded his chin and ordered: "Cut off all his clothes, use clean gauze dipped in wine to wipe around the wound, and try to expose the original wound without touching the wound. face, can it be done?"

The man nodded hesitantly, and slowly moved on Wu Dahu's wound. After cleaning a spot, he raised his head and asked Song Qinghan, "My lord, is this okay?"

Song Qinghan took a closer look, nodded, waved the scalpel directly, and said in a low voice: "Yes, continue to clean up other places, according to the order of the severity of the injury."

After finishing speaking, he glanced up at the person who was taking Wu Dahu's pulse, and said in a deep voice, "You know why I asked you to take the pulse, right? If there is any change in his situation, tell me right away, no matter what the situation is." ,Do you understand?"

The man was taken aback by Song Qinghan's piercing eyes, but he reacted quickly, nodded and said: "Understood, my lord, the patient's condition is very stable now, and he can hang on with one breath."

When Song Qinghan heard the last sentence, his mood changed slightly, and the movements of his hands even stopped.

Fortunately, he has rich experience. After taking a few deep breaths to adjust his heart rate, he put aside the fact that the man under him was Wu Dahu, and concentrated on the operation.

Concern is chaos, he knows that Wu Dahu's current situation is very bad, so he just does his best, no matter what happens, it is beyond his control.

After thinking about this, his eyes became firm again, and the knife in his hand was used like flowing water, making people dazzled, and it was impossible to guess the trajectory of his shot.

After dealing with several fatal injuries, he finally came to the wound on the back of Wu Dahu's head.

When he struck, he hesitated for a while, not because he was worried about Wu Dahu and didn't dare to swing the knife, but because he didn't know where to start.

It is not impossible to only deal with the outer surface, but the risk afterwards is too great, in case some foreign matter enters the skull and is not cleaned out in time...

But if he wanted to clean up the interior, he had to... lift off Wu Dahu's head.

Right here, the person who took the pulse suddenly said: "My lord, the patient's pulse has stabilized a lot."

This sentence seemed to give Song Qinghan courage. He gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Okay, keep going. In the next stick of incense, you have to tell him any changes in time, understand?"

"I know, I know."

The man had just finished answering Song Qinghan, when he saw him stabbing Wu Dahu's head with a knife, his hand trembled, almost throwing Wu Dahu's hand out.

The person who helped Wu Dahu clean the wound subconsciously glanced at Song Qinghan, and when he saw this scene, he also showed a distraught expression, his legs softened, and he almost fell to the ground.

The people on standby at the side glanced at each other, and finally couldn't help asking: "My lord, you, this is..."

Just take a knife and cut and scissor the patient's wound. At least the bleeding has been stopped, and the wound has been bandaged with ointment, but what is the operation of prying the head shell?Is this healing, or killing?

Seeing that Song Qinghan didn't answer them, their faces revealed a touch of anxiety, and they looked outside the tent frequently, as if they wanted to go out and report something.

But at this time, the cowardice in their bones played a role again. As long as Song Qinghan didn't speak formally, they didn't dare to make real moves, and they didn't even dare to move their feet towards the door, but the frequency of turning their heads became faster.

Song Qinghan didn't deliberately not answer them, but put all his energy into his own hands, and slowly pried Wu Dahu's head according to the picture in his memory, trying not to let the contents inside shake at all .

He knew that this picture was bloody, but he had to do it, otherwise his lover might leave him...