The Young Master of the Coal Miner

Chapter 8

There were two men who came, one was wearing shorts, and the trouser legs were tightly wrapped into cloth shoes, the other was wearing a coat, with one hand on his waist, and he followed behind his companion with a bowed body.

The two looked around before turning into the hospital.

He didn't rush to call for someone when he entered the room. The man in bunt saw that there were no other patients in the hospital, so he called for the doctor.

When Old Doctor Li saw the patient, he didn't bother arguing with Mrs. He. Seeing the other man holding his stomach and bowing his waist, he asked, "But abdominal pain?"

The man didn't raise his head, as if he couldn't straighten up because of the pain, but the bunt man approached and whispered back: "Doctor, please take us to the back so that we can see the injury."

Only then did Old Doctor Li realize that the man had suffered trauma, and after a long pause, he asked Yaotong to take the two of them to the back of the house.

Mrs. He watched the actions of several people, and realized that something was wrong, so he followed them in.

The injured man took off his coat and put down his hands. The blouse inside had already been blood-stained bright red. The man frowned in pain, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his breathing was somewhat difficult.

Mrs. He stepped forward to uncover the man's blouse in person, the rough cloth grazed the wound, the man took a breath in pain, and his face turned pale again.

The wound was exposed, and the waist was bloody and bloody, but it could still be seen that he had suffered a gunshot wound.

Mrs. He and Dr. Li immediately looked at each other.Although Mrs. He is an imperial doctor, he has never taken over a gunshot wound. As an ordinary doctor, Mrs. Li has never seen such a battle.

When the bunt man saw his brother, he was almost breathless in pain, and quickly said, "Doctor, help my brother."

As a doctor, Mrs. He couldn't just watch the patient die of pain in front of his eyes. He was about to go out to prescribe a prescription for pain relief when He Wenyan came in.

"Grandfather, this is..." He Wenyan saw the man lying on the couch with his abdomen covered in blood.

"It's a gunshot wound."

"How long has he been bleeding?" He Wenyan hurriedly asked the bunt man beside him. If he lost too much blood, he couldn't be saved.

"It's been almost a quarter of an hour." The bunt man was also in a hurry, and the two of them avoided the pursuit and found a big medical center by hiding their eyes and ears along the way. It really took a lot of time.

He Wenyan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, carefully inspected the wound, and found that the bullet hadn't pierced through, and was still in the man's body. In addition, the man had been covering the wound, so the amount of bleeding was not too large.But you have to do surgery to remove the bullet as soon as possible.

He Wenyan didn't bring the scalpel with him, he had to go home to get his own surgical box.

Fortunately, the He family was only two streets away from the medical clinic. He Wenyan spread his legs without panting, and it still took 10 minutes to run back and forth.

When He Wenyan arrived at the medical center, before he could catch his breath, he opened his medicine cabinet to search for medicine.

Seeing that the patient was about to pass out from the pain, He Wenyan quickly found a small medicine bottle, opened the bottle cap, poured out a small tablet, opened the man's clenched teeth, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"What are you feeding?" Old Doctor Li, who was watching from the side, asked quickly.This kid can't blindly feed the patient!

"It's morphine. It's a painkiller." He Wenyan replied while digging for something.

Only a few minutes later, the man who was gasping for breath just now became more conscious and able to speak.

"This pill is really miraculous, it can relieve pain so quickly." Old Doctor Li took the small medicine bottle and flipped through it.

"This drug is extracted from opium. But pay attention to the dosage, otherwise it is easy to become addicted."

He Wenyan was pouring a large amount of hydrogen peroxide on the wound, and a layer of white foam floated on the wound, which made a creaking sound, and was simply disinfected and sterilized.

"A harmful thing like opium can actually save lives?" Dr. Li frowned and looked at the small bottle of medicine in his hand. It's not easy to quit.

Mrs. He patted him on the shoulder: "Even deadly drugs are medicines for curing diseases. Everything depends on how this person uses it."

Mrs. Li sighed and nodded.

Over there, due to limited conditions, He Wenyan could only simply wipe the scalpel with alcohol.

After preparing the surgical equipment, He Wenyan suddenly raised his head and said to the injured man, "It might be a little uncomfortable."

The man lying on the bed nodded, and said firmly: "I can bear it... um..."

A piece of medical cotton cloth suddenly covered his mouth and nose, and the man passed out before he could struggle a few times.

He passed out, but the bunt man who was following him was anxious: "Little doctor, why did you faint him?"

"Who doesn't have anesthesia for surgery?" He Wenyan shook his hands, the patient struggled so hard that he almost couldn't cover it.

"Could this be the legendary Mongolian sweat medicine?" the bunt man asked in surprise.

"This is □□." If it wasn't for the lack of equipment, He Wenyan would not have used this method.He couldn't continue to waste time, lest half of the patients wake up after the operation.

Surgery begins.This man was very lucky. The bullet avoided the organs on his waist and only injured the flesh. It was an old-fashioned bullet and did not explode in the body. Otherwise, it would not only take a lot of time to find the fragments of the bullet, but also cause lead poisoning. danger.

After removing the bullet, He Wenyan sterilized the wound, and finally put on a simple bandage, and the operation was over.

"Little doctor, is my brother alive now?" The bunt man was watching carefully just now, for fear of disturbing the little doctor by making a sound.

"Not yet. The most fearful thing now is wound infection and inflammation." He Wenyan frowned. There is no effective treatment for bacterial infection and inflammation in the world. People can only rely on their own immunity to overcome it. "It's best to stay here and observe for a few days until his wound is obviously healed."

"Okay, then I'll trouble the doctor to take care of the third child." The bunt man nodded, and hurriedly took out a piece of silver from his waist and handed it to He Wenyan: "I only have this little money around me, how much does the little doctor charge?" Jin, I'll bring it next time."

But He Wenyan waved his hand: "I won't charge the consultation fee. I will ask my grandfather to prescribe some anti-inflammatory prescriptions later, and the money will be regarded as medicine money."

Old Mrs. He and Mr. Li who were on the side were fascinated just now. It was also the first time for them to watch the surgical operation of western medicine up close.Old Doctor Li was shocked by the rapid effect of the western medicine, while Old Master He lowered his head and thought about something, and only came back to his senses when his grandson called him.

When they returned to the front hall of the medical hall, Mrs. He spread out the paper and wrote the prescription with a pen.

There are many anti-inflammatory and detoxifying drugs in traditional Chinese medicine, such as Jiujiecha, Andrographis paniculata, Radix Isatidis, etc., but the effects of the drugs are relatively slow.

After giving the newly opened prescription to Yaotong, Mrs. He sat beside his grandson.

"Grandfather." He Wenyan got up and stretched out his hand to help Mrs. He sit down.

Mrs. He stroked his goatee, smiled and said slowly: "Over the years, your father and mother have often complained to me, blaming me for sending you to study medicine overseas. I also often think that I agreed with you to study Western medicine. , Is it right or wrong? Wouldn’t it be better for you to stay with your grandfather to learn Chinese medicine?”

After all, Mrs. He turned his head to look at his beloved grandson, his eyes were full of kindness and tenderness.

"Fortunately, your grandfather made the right decision. My grandson has become an excellent doctor."

He Wenyan raised his eyes to look at Mrs. He, and truly met the affirmation in his eyes.

Mrs. He touched his head and said in a joking tone: "Even if opium can extract morphine, do you think Chinese herbal medicine can extract medicine?"

He Wenyan seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes widened immediately.

The author says:

I am going to revise the copy a little today. I will be a little busy in the next few days, so I can only update 2000 words a day.

I really don't understand why ether is harmonized