Surgeons dressed as poor people in the Republic of China

Seeing this, the police officers in the interrogation room didn't bother to collect the money, and turned around and ran outside, shouting, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Out of the doctor's sensitivity, Ye Yibai walked out subconsciously.

"Oh, little classmate, you can't go out of the interrogation room without permission, you'll be shot!" The owner of the pawn shop who was handcuffed behind the interrogation table shouted loudly.

However, Ye Yibai had already walked out.

The police hall has become a mess, and people from the office on the second floor keep coming out to check on the situation.

The Shanghai Police Department is divided into two floors. The first floor is the office of ordinary police officers and section chiefs, and the second floor is the office of senior police officers, administrative departments, and bureau-level leaders.

One of the members who came out to see the situation saw that Zhou Datou had fallen, and couldn't help but exclaimed. Zhou Datou is Pei Ju's confidant, and they must not behave at this time. Thinking this way, more and more people came down from downstairs .

This is what Ye Yibai saw when he ran to the police hall. A group of policemen in black uniforms surrounded the entrance of the office building tightly, and people came down from upstairs to join their team from time to time.

"Rang Rang, Rang Rang, I'm a doctor."

Ye Yibai's height is 176, which is considered tall in the southern part of the Republic of China. However, when the Shanghai Police Department selected officers, they probably only looked at their stature. If a person is tall and burly, even if he is not as tall as Ye Yibai, This width can reach two of them.

He couldn't squeeze in for a while, listening to the sound, the patient inside was vomiting more and more violently, and Ye Yibai was out of breath.

"Didn't I hear that I'm a doctor? Or do you think you are more useful than me standing here!" The young man's voice was high-pitched and loud, and many police officers were stunned.

All kinds of eyes from all directions were cast on him at the same time.

Dr. Ye Da didn't even move his eyes, he pushed aside the two police officers who were standing still and walked inside.

Walking into the crowd, I saw Zhou Datou clutching his stomach and sitting on a chair supported by a police officer.To be precise, he was slumped on a chair, and Ye Yibai could see that Zhou Datou was trying very hard to keep himself from slipping off the chair.

"Where does it hurt?" Under the strange eyes of everyone, Ye Yibai took two steps forward and walked in front of Zhou Datou.

He pressed Zhou Datou's abdomen, "Here?"

"Have you had abdominal surgery recently, have you overeating?"

It was quiet around, no one spoke.

"Huh?" Ye Yibai raised his head dissatisfied when no one answered.

The aura is mysterious, but it really exists. Dr. Ye’s professional aura is like this. He is clearly wearing a school uniform and carrying a schoolbag, but you will feel that answering him is a thing. A matter of course.

"There is definitely no surgery, but we have been watching the case of human traffickers for several days recently, and we haven't eaten a few bites. Today, Zhou Ke ate a little more when he was free." The police officer supporting Zhou Datou replied subconsciously .

Ye Yibai nodded.

"I'll press your abdomen, and tell me if it hurts." He stretched out his hand to press Zhou Da's upper abdomen somewhere.

"here?"

"here?"

"Still here?"

"Hiss..." Zhou Dafa let out a sound of pain, and fine cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"It only hurts when I press it or is it persistent, is it swelling or tingling?"

"It hurts all the time, and it hurts even more when you press it. I can't tell the difference between tingling pain and swelling pain." Zhou Datou's face was pale.

"Is it the pain from the needle stick, or the feeling of tension and pain after hitting you with a stick?" Ye Yibai has always been very patient with patients.

"Swelling pain." Zhou Datou answered quickly this time.

Ye Yibai glanced around, took an enamel cup from the nearest position, and stuffed it into Zhou Datou's hand, "Take it, and spit it out here later."

After Ye Yibai finished speaking, the complexions of Zhou Datou and the police officer who supported him changed at the same time, but before they could speak, Ye Yibai pressed hard on Zhou Datou's abdomen.

Zhou Datou let out a "burp" first, and then vomited forcefully.

A smell of ecstasy spread in the air.

The policeman supporting Zhou Datou suddenly became paler than Zhou Datou. He looked at the enamel cup in Zhou Datou's hand, which was painted with a picture of a certain beauty, and felt short of breath for a moment.

Ye Yibai took a look at the cup, put it back on the table, and bent down at the same time. He doesn't have a stethoscope at hand now, so he can only listen carefully with his ear close to his stomach and small intestine.

Seeing Ye Yibai approaching, Zhou Datou felt uncomfortable and twisted his body.

Doctor Ye Da patted him lightly, and said seriously: "Don't move!"

Zhou Da's head froze and he didn't move.

About a minute later, Ye Yibai stood up.

"Okay, I can't die. I suspect acute gastric dilatation, and I need immediate gastrointestinal decompression." Seeing the person standing on the ground stupidly next to him, "What are you doing standing there, go drive!"

"Ah?" The police officers looked at me and I at you, but did not move.

"Listen to him." Pei Zebi did not know when he appeared on the stairs, and strode towards this side.

Hearing Pei Zebi's words, the little policeman holding the enamel cup didn't have time to grieve over his limited edition Goddess enamel cup. He quickly stood at attention and saluted, answered "Yes" loudly, and then trotted all the way to the garage.

"No, it's just a stomachache. I don't need to go to the hospital." Zhou Datou, who was sitting on his seat, became anxious.

During the period of the Republic of China, Western-style hospitals were a mixed bag. There were clinics, church hospitals, and national hospitals. The charging standards were different. Some were free of charge, and some were not paid.

According to Puji Hospital, which is close to the Municipal Bureau, an emergency call like Zhou Datou’s would cost 20 yuan per visit, plus medical and surgical fees.

That is to say, even if Zhou Datou just had a bad stomach, he had to pay 20 yuan first when he went to the emergency department. The monthly salary of Zhou Datou, the section chief, was only 50 silver dollars. Needless to say, those Western doctors who would tear open their stomachs at every turn, Zhou Datou really didn't dare.

Ye Yibai has seen too many patients like this, so he said unhurriedly: "You are just suffering from acute gastric dilation. If there is necrosis and perforation, surgery is necessary."

After a pause for a second, he added, "The kind that cuts open the belly."

Zhou Datou's complexion turned pale, he just ate a little too much... Will he be ripped open?

Pei Zebi squinted his eyes and looked at Ye Yibai for a while, then said: "Listen to him, this time the expense will be recorded as a work-related injury, and the bureau will reimburse you. Xiao Zhang, you go and prepare a stretcher. You also go together." The last sentence is right Ye Yibai said.

Dr. Ye secretly rolled his eyes in his heart, thinking that you are not talking nonsense.

Although he is not in the hospital now, Ye Yibai is the first doctor who comes into contact with patients. Whether it is the responsibility system of first-diagnosed doctors or Ye Yibai's sense of responsibility as a doctor, it is impossible for him to leave.

Even without a doctor's license, it is his duty to pass on the patient's information to the doctor who will treat him next week and reduce the time wasted in the first aid process.

But Ye Yibai didn't bother to explain to the person who didn't know whether it was Bureau Pei or Department Pei. Seeing that the police officers had carefully put Zhou Datou on the stretcher and lay him down, he turned around and walked to the yard first.

At this time, the enamel cup police officer also drove the car over.

Ye Yibai got into the car first, and said to the police officer who was carrying a stretcher at the rear door, "I'll pick you up, head towards me, take your time."

The police officers are all tall and burly, and with the cooperation of several people, the stretcher was smoothly put into the back seat of the car.

With the rear door closed, Ye Yibai gestured OK to the little police officer in the driver's seat, indicating that it was time to start driving. up.

"Pei Pei Bureau, you go too." The enamel cup police officer stammered a little.

Pei Zebi looked at the little policeman in the driver's seat, and at the same time, his eyes seemed to inadvertently pass over Ye Yibai in the back row, and he said "hmm".

The two police cars started one after another and drove out of the gate of the police station like lightning.

In 1933, traffic lights were installed at the main street entrances in Shanghai, but unlike later generations, the traffic lights at this time were only red and green, and they were not automatic. existence at a lower level.

Therefore, as soon as these patrolmen saw the city bureau's car, they immediately blew their spoons to signal pedestrians and vehicles on both sides to avoid, and quickly changed the current green light to red light.

The police car galloped all the way, and wherever the car went, there were red lights all the way, accompanied by the whistle of the patrolmen and the scattered pedestrians and vehicles, whistling past.

Ye Yibai, who was sitting in the back of the car, looked at this scene and couldn't help being a little speechless. This kind of power supremacy scene can only be seen in this era.

Ten minutes later, the police car stopped at the entrance of Puji Hospital.

In the 20s, a complete emergency system had not yet been formed. At 30:19 in the evening, the gate of Puji Hospital was closed, and only an old man in the security booth was dozing off with an oil lamp on.

The police car in the back began to "beep, beep, beep".

The vicinity of Puji Hospital is a residential area. In the 30s, most people went to bed very early. They were usually already in bed at seven or eight o'clock in the evening.

However, when the probe saw three or five policemen in black uniforms getting out of the car, the yelling stopped abruptly, and the person with the head sticking out quickly put his head back, and closed the door and window tightly by the way.

The old man in the security booth had already been awakened by the headlights of the police car deliberately shaking him.

Seeing such a large group of policemen in black uniforms standing in front of him, he was so frightened that he almost sat down on the ground.

A policeman took out his baton and knocked on the glass of the security booth. Seeing this, the old man ran out of the security booth in a hurry.

"Sir... sir, what can I do for you?"

"What can you do if you go to the hospital at night, open the door and call all your doctors!"

Hearing this, the old man hurried to open the door, and said while opening the door, "Immediately."

As soon as the old man unlocked the door, the police officers who thought he was slow moved aside and pushed the door by themselves. The iron door was quickly pulled open, and two police cars drove straight in, directly in front of the hospital building.

The doctors and nurses in the building also heard the noise outside. They peeked out the window and saw two cars of policemen.

The door in front of the hospital building is the old-fashioned Huaguo Gate, which was fastened with a bolt, and it took a while to open.

During this time, the police officers also removed Zhou Datou from the back seat of the car.

Last week on the stretcher, Datou's face was pale, and cold sweat had seeped out of his robes. Even Pei Zebi, a layman, could see that Datou Zhou had no ordinary abdominal pain this time.

He couldn't help asking Ye Yibai, "Is he all right?"

Ye Yibai didn't answer, he stepped forward and turned Zhou Datou's head to one side,

"Big head, big head, can you hear me? Do you know who I am?" While asking the question, he felt Zhou Datou's pulse. The pulse was thin and fast. Obviously, the electrolytes in his body had begun to become disordered.

"Ye... Doctor Ye, my name is Zhou Miao, not Datou." Zhou Datou's face was covered with cold sweat, but he still tried to smile.

Doctor Ye, upon hearing this title, a smile finally appeared on Ye Yibai's tensed face for a long time, as expected, this title is the most suitable for him.

"Knowing the big head, save your energy, keep your consciousness clear, and you will need to cooperate with the treatment later."

Zhou Miao: ...

The stretcher was carried into the hospital, and the police officers self-sufficiently found a push bed to place Zhou Datou on it.

Two nurses and a doctor stood pitifully in a row. You looked at me and I looked at you, but neither spoke.

"Are you a doctor?" Ye Yibai looked at the only male among the three.

Seeing that Ye Yibai was dressed in student attire, not the policeman's black uniform, the man felt relieved, "Yes, I am."

Ye Yibai nodded, "The patient Zhou Miao, 32 years old, developed symptoms of abdominal distension, persistent abdominal pain and vomiting around 10:[-] this afternoon. The vomit was accompanied by bile, which was brown in color and had no fecal odor. The abdominal distension did not ease after vomiting. , the sound of vibrating water can be heard in the stomach, electrolyte imbalance in the body occurred [-] minutes ago, the patient has a clear consciousness, and can cooperate with the treatment."

After Ye Yibai accurately described Zhou Datou's symptoms, he took off the bag he was carrying and handed it to the police officer on the side, and said, "Where can you brush your hands here? I will make preparations and be your assistant."

Ye Yibai has always been a rule-abiding person. In this era, he does not have a doctor's license, so in the presence of a doctor, he subconsciously put himself in the auxiliary position.

Although gastric decompression surgery is not even a formal surgery, but looking at the appearance of this young doctor, it may still be a bit difficult for a person.

"Ah?" The young doctor uttered an "Ah" full of doubts.

"Huh?" Ye Yibai, who had already taken off his coat and was about to brush his hands, looked at him strangely.

The two looked at each other silently, and the scene fell into an eerie silence.