A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Song Qinghan was completely in the state of surgery at this time, so he didn't know the state of Yuan Wenxuan at all. The whole world seemed to be left with flesh and blood in front of him. Where should he start and how should he avoid the risk points? Know everything.

The master and apprentice fell into a state of selflessness, but it was the leader of the acrobatic troupe who was undergoing surgery.

With such a big gash in his stomach, anyone who is not dead will wake up in pain, and when he opened his eyes and found that his hands and feet, including his head, were fixed, the sense of despair was something no one else could feel.

What was even more frightening was that there were two people, one big and one small, staring at his stomach fascinatedly, like the viscera-eating viscera in a story book, so scared that he even forgot how to breathe.

If the leader made a sound, Song Qinghan and the two would probably know that he had woken up. Unfortunately, after Yuan Wenxuan tied up the leader, he thought that it would be bad if the leader bit his tongue in pain, so he took an extra step to close it down. Although Song Qinghan didn't praise him for stuffing the cloth into his mouth, he didn't object either, so he took it as a tacit acquiescence.

The leader watched his intestines protruding from his stomach, and the pain and despair finally overwhelmed him, causing him to faint again.

Although Song Qinghan thought it was strange that the visceral activity of this patient was high and low for a while, he only regarded it as the reason why he was bleeding too much, so he focused more and quickly drained the accumulated blood, then corrected the position of the ribs , start sewing.

When the last needle landed on the leader's stomach, Song Qinghan finally breathed a sigh of relief, tightly wrapped the leader's broken ribs with gauze, and began to clean up the mess.

Yuan Wenxuan noticed that Song Qinghan's hands trembling slightly when packing things, as if he couldn't even use his strength, so he knew that the seemingly easy operation just now was not as simple as he imagined.

He took the initiative to take over Song Qinghan's work, and asked humbly: "Master, the next step will be the same as before, wait for this person's wound to heal, and then remove the stitches?"

Song Qinghan shook his head, sighed and said: "His ribs were broken, and the internal tissue was poked, causing massive bleeding, so the recovery from the trauma is far from enough, we have to wait until the broken ribs are healed, then it's okay."

Yuan Wenxuan touched his ribs subconsciously, recalling the scene he saw just now, and felt a little pain in his ribs.

Before leaving, Song Qinghan noticed the cloth in the man's mouth, and then realized that something was missing just now, it turned out that the screams were missing!

He took off the cloth from the man's mouth dumbfounded, and said to Yuan Wenxuan, "You want to prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide?"

Yuan Wenxuan nodded honestly, as if he realized that his behavior was not standardized.

Seeing that the man was still in a coma, Song Qinghan thought for a while, and immediately demonstrated with his hands: "In the future, if you want to prevent someone from biting his tongue and committing suicide, he should break his mandible. The advantage of this method is that it is convenient and quick, and it can keep the patient breathing. There was a foreign object in his throat and it was expulsed in time."

"And if the patient feels any discomfort during the operation, he can also communicate with us directly, so that we can adjust the operation method. Like the method you just used to cover his mouth with cloth, any mistakes may lead to the failure of the operation, okay? Luckily this time around, none of those things happened.”

Hearing the crisp "click" sound, Yuan Wenxuan touched his mandible subconsciously, and asked hesitantly, "Then what should I do after the operation?"

Song Qinghan flipped his wrist, and the man's mandible returned to its original position, as if nothing had happened.

He smiled and said naturally: "Just help him connect it back. As for the method, you just need to experiment a few more times with your own mandible."

Mandibular dislocation will not cause any irreparable problems. Song Qinghan also experimented on himself before, so he feels relieved to let Yuan Wenxuan experiment on his own body. After all, in this way, he can have a more intuitive understanding of the patient's feelings You can also learn this method quickly, and when you encounter such a situation in the future, your body will subconsciously deal with it in this way.

Yuan Wenxuan raised his face and asked, "Master, can you demonstrate it to me? Let me see how painful it is..."

Song Qinghan couldn't help laughing, thinking that children are just children, and it is natural to be afraid of pain.

He moved his hand slightly, then moved again, and said calmly: "It's fine."

Yuan Wenxuan touched his face with a strange expression, suppressed his excitement and said, "It doesn't hurt at all! Then I will start learning now!"

After the two finished packing their things, they opened the door. Seeing that someone outside wanted to rush in, they immediately reached out to stop them, and said solemnly: "If you want him to die, go in!"

Hearing his words, the members of the acrobatic troupe calmed down, but there was still anxiety in their voices: "Doctor, how is the boss? Have you finished the stomach opening?"

Song Qinghan nodded, and explained patiently: "The operation has been completed, and it seems to be successful so far, but how it will be depends on his recovery. If there is nothing else, only one person will be left here to take care of him. That’s it, my apprentice and I will take turns going in during the day to check on his situation.”

The word "success" attracted everyone's attention, and the members of the acrobatic troupe looked at each other, their faces showing the look of the survivors.

Seeing Song Qinghan rubbing his temples wearily, the members of the acrobatic troupe knew that it was dark and could no longer disturb others' rest, so they said: "Doctor, I will trouble you for the time being, we will go out to rest for the night, and find some work tomorrow. , will definitely get together the room and consultation fees, don't worry!"

Song Qinghan knew that they didn't have any money on them, so he said in surprise: "Where are you going to rest? On the street?"

The members of the acrobatic troupe were a little embarrassed, but they still answered honestly: "We went to the Earth Temple outside the city to make do for the night. That's what we did when we had no money in the past."

Song Qinghan looked them around, saw that they were still wounded, felt a little unbearable, looked at Wu Dahu, saw the look of encouragement in his eyes, couldn't help but suggested: "I'll give you a room, you just make do with it." Stay here, and you have injuries on your body, if you think it is serious, come to me for a look, if it is a skin injury, you can rub each other with ointment."

After speaking, he took out a box of ointment and put it in the hand of the oldest man.

The man's face was moved, and he said gratefully: "This, how can this be endured? It is already a great kindness for you to help us heal the boss. As for the rest, let us solve it ourselves!"

The others also nodded, and echoed: "Yes, yes, we can live in the Earth Temple. We used to come here like this. Thank you doctor for your kindness."

Song Qinghan couldn't say no to them, and finally had to agree with them to solve the accommodation problem by themselves, but the ointment must be taken to prevent the condition from getting worse.

They left the youngest member behind. After Song Qinghan sterilized him with wine, he explained the taboos to him one by one. Seeing that he listened seriously, he let him into the room.

After doing all this, Song Qinghan was already extremely tired, Wu Dahu took care of him after taking a shower, and then got into bed together with a small stone.

Early the next morning, after breakfast, Song Qinghan took the packed porridge into the room of the head of the acrobatic troupe, and saw the child standing up in a jerk, and said softly, "Go to sleep on the couch after you finish breakfast." Yes, your boss has us to help you watch."

The child hesitated for a while, and seeing Song Qinghan moved a bench and sat beside the boss, he felt relieved a little, took the porridge Song Qinghan brought, drank it all in one gulp, climbed onto the soft bed, and fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow caught.

After Song Qinghan sterilized himself slowly, he untied the gauze on the leader's body, looked at the condition of the wound, saw that there was no inflammation or festering, and was relieved.

After changing the medicine for the leader, he was about to rewrap the new gauze when he caught a glimpse of light from the corner of his eye and raised his head in surprise, "Are you awake?"

The leader recognized Song Qinghan as the one who broke the silver for him last night, saw that he was holding gauze in his hand, and thought of the horrible scene he saw last night, he murmured: "So you are saving me... .”

Song Qinghan quickly wrapped up the gauze, and patiently explained: "Your injury is serious, and you can't move, so we made this bad move to tie your hands and feet. Now we will help you untie the shackles, but you Don't move around."

The leader nodded obediently. He could feel the pain in his stomach, but it was nothing compared to the heart-wrenching feeling last night.

Yuan Wenxuan walked over, quickly untied the quilt on the leader's body, saw a strangle mark on his hand, and patted his head guiltily.

Song Qinghan served the porridge, and patiently fed it into the leader's mouth with a spoon. After he had finished eating, he saw Wu Dahu knocking on the door, and confessed to Yuan Wenxuan, "You should watch him here today. Just follow what I taught you before, let's go out and find a house, okay?"

It's not that they can't afford an inn, but since they have decided to settle in the state capital, the sooner they can find a suitable house, the better. After all, it will take a while to clean and arrange.

Yuan Wenxuan nodded obediently. He knew that his master was going to deal with business, so naturally he would not make a fuss about going, but he was still somewhat uneasy. After all, this was the first time he faced a patient by himself.

Wu Dahu hugged the little stone, walked down the stairs with Song Qinghan, and walked outside.

When Song Qinghan was busy, he had already asked the local people for information about local housing, so he didn't need to wander around like a headless chicken, he only needed to go to a few selected places.