This was Qi Yue's first time watching ancient people's amputation surgery and she couldn't help but be excited, but Liu Pucheng refused to let her enter the operating room.

"This trauma department is a very simple matter for us." He said to Qi Yue, "It's enough for me and Zhang Tong. You should just watch from the outside. After all, there are people coming for consultation, and you can't just do it with a doctor."

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Qi Yue's eyes widened, and then she smiled again.

"Teacher, you're here again." She smiled, with a clear look on her face, "Teacher, you often teach me that if I don't have to be afraid, how come when something happens, I'm the one who's afraid of you."

Liu Pucheng smiled bitterly.

"It's not a good thing for a girl to be too smart." He smiled bitterly and said, "You have a lot to do, so there is no need to be distracted by unnecessary things."

Qi Yue rolled her eyes.

"Teacher," she said, "are you going to protect me for the rest of your life? If I don't dare to take any risks, then I will either hold back or become arrogant. You don't want to see me like this, do you?"

Liu Pucheng smiled and sighed.

"Okay, okay, it's time for surgery." Qi Yue clapped her hands and greeted.

The disciples outside responded loudly.

Watching Qi Yue enter the disinfection room, Liu Pucheng smiled and shook his head and followed in.

Since Liu Pucheng was the surgeon, he used his usual knife.

Qi Yue also saw Liu Pucheng's amputation tools for the first time.

"Well, let's do it this way. It's better for the lady to do the blood vessel suturing to make sure everything is flawless," Liu Pucheng said.

Qi Yue nodded. Since Hu San's dizziness and blood circulation could not be controlled, he had withdrawn from the operation. The only surgical assistants were A Ru and Zhang Tong.

"I'm starting." Liu Pucheng said.

People in the operating room nodded and watched as Liu Pucheng used his knife to cut open the patient's calf. The skin and muscles were separated. Qi Yue sat down in time to stop the bleeding. The skin and flesh were quickly separated and the large blood vessels were visible.

Liu Pucheng carefully picked it up with his usual stone pick. Qi Yue immediately clamped it with a hemostatic forceps and tied the upper part with a thread. Liu Pucheng stopped slightly and cut off the lower part under Qi Yue's gaze. Qi Yue immediately used fish gut.

suture.

"Okay." Qi Yue nodded and closed the line.

Liu Pucheng looked nervously at the ligation line above, and everyone looked nervous.

"Hey, you still don't believe me." Qi Yue shook her head and said, reaching out to untie the ligature herself.

No bleeding.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Outside the operating room, the sound of sawing bones seemed to be heard. The sound made everyone tremble. Fortunately, the sound stopped soon.

"This is a necrotic limb, burn it immediately." Aru handed out a cloth bag from the door with the words "Specific Infection Burn" written on it.

Seeing that it was shaped like a human calf, the disciple who was about to reach out to take it couldn't help but feel weak in his hand.

"This belongs to my mother..." the nanny's son asked in a trembling voice.

"Yes, but this cannot be kept. You can take it to your home, but it must be burned and buried, otherwise it will cause infection. People with wounds who come into contact will also be infected with your mother's disease." Qi Yue said inside.

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The people outside the door suddenly took several steps back.

"Then, you go ahead and cook it." How dare the wet nurse's son take it?

The disciple's face turned pale and he hurriedly carried it to the specially built incinerator behind the courtyard.

After another suffocating period of time, the operation was finally over.

"It's still unclear whether sepsis infection can be prevented." A tired Qi Yue explained seriously to the wet nurse's son, "You must be mentally prepared."

The nanny's son nodded and thanked her with tears in his eyes.

That night, the injured person's body temperature was still high.

"This is much more ferocious than the hunter last time." He said and sighed, "I'm afraid it won't work."

"It hasn't reached the stage where the whole body is infected with septicemia, but there is still hope." Qi Yue frowned and said while clenching his hands, "Teacher, the soup and medicine are all up to you."

Liu Pucheng nodded.

"Aru, increase the intravenous drip of saline to balance." Qi Yue looked at Aru.

Aru nodded.

"Hu San, bring someone with me to extract the Chinese medicine injection." Qi Yue said.

Hu San responded loudly, stretched out his hand and pointed out seven or eight disciples.

After using it that time, Qi Yue still didn't plan to use this kind of unstable injection frequently, so he didn't prepare anything. Fortunately, everyone had done it once. Due to the novelty and deep impression, everything was ready in a short time.

In the room used for teaching, a battle array was set up.

At night, he reluctantly extracted a small bottle to quickly deal with this infection. Qi Yue's advantage was firstly the high-purity antibacterial Chinese medicine, and secondly the rapid intravenous administration.

Qi Yue administered all intravenous injections. After observation, the woman showed no signs of rejection and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"I will check your temperature today. You have to sleep for a while no matter what." Liu Pucheng said without refusal.

Qi Yue glanced at the unconscious woman and nodded.

The Tongpan Mansion here also knew about it, because a familiar servant girl came to take the old woman to the funeral, but found that there was no one at home. After asking, she found out that she had been taken to Qianjin Hall.

Mrs. Tongpan had mixed emotions after learning about it. Although she was unhappy, her life was at stake and she couldn't force him to carry it back.

"She was so sick that she rushed to the doctor." She finally shook her head and sighed, "It's also because her son has a filial piety."

While she was talking, the young master was eating snacks nearby.

"Mother, I also have filial piety." He said, handing a piece of snack to Mrs. Tongpan.

Mrs. Tongpan smiled, took a bite, and stroked her son's head.

"Yu'er is good." She smiled.

Just after stroking it with his hand twice, his son frowned and threw away the snack in his hand.

"Stomach hurts." He shouted, reaching out to hold his stomach.

Mrs. Tongpan turned pale with fright and hurriedly stretched out her arms to hug her son. This time, the young master was in severe pain and wanted to roll on the ground. The family panicked and called for a doctor. The doctor named Zhang came and the young master was fine again.

Lying on the bed panting.

"Did you have a bad stomach?" Mrs. Tongpan asked with lingering fear.

Doctor Zhang carefully diagnosed and checked the pulse. Seeing that the young master looked peaceful and had nothing to do other than the pain and sweating just now. He was also a little unsure and the pulse was fine, so he nodded.

"Eat less fruits and vegetables, and don't be greedy for cold drinks. You may be hungry in the past few days," Dr. Zhang said.

Mrs. Tongpan was relieved, thanked him, gave him a heavy reward, and sent the doctor out.

The sky was dark and Qi Yue woke up and walked into the ward.

"...High fever, nose flaring, black stool..." Aru, wearing a blouse and a mask, was taking notes.

"...The yin blood is severely injured, the liver wind is about to move, the pulse is heavy and thready, and the tongue is light and uncoated..." Liu Pucheng said while checking it, "then use snake gallbladder and tangerine peel to divide it into two halves."

Ah Ru responded yes, took the record list and hurriedly went out to prepare the medicine.

"Teacher, let me do it. You go and take a rest." Qi Yue said.

Liu Pucheng was not polite, nodded and left.

Every three hours, Qi Yue took an injection until all the medicine she had taken was used up. In the middle of the night, her body temperature finally dropped.

After receiving the news, everyone couldn't help but cheer.

"This shows that the infection has been controlled to a certain extent." Qi Yue said, her expression was not happy and relaxed, "but the situation is still not optimistic."

In her hand she held a white handkerchief with the patient's sputum on it.

At this time, she looked at it seriously, as if she was looking at some rare treasure.

"The phlegm is yellow and bloody, and the poison has indeed invaded the lungs." Liu Pucheng also looked at it carefully and said, looking up at Qi Yue, "Madam, if the poison attacks the heart, it will be really hopeless."

Qi Yue took a deep breath.

"I can cough up phlegm now, which is finally getting better." She said, "As long as she doesn't die, we will continue to treat her."

The disciples were still busy in the room used to extract the injection. Qi Yue slowly walked in and sat down at the table.

There was a simple culture medium on the plate on the table. She didn't use blood to culture it. If one culture couldn't be cultured, what could be done with the cultured culture? She didn't have penicillin, gentamicin, or any other antibiotic. At this time, she wanted to adjust the medication.

, simply too luxurious.

If there was penicillin, the condition could be controlled in half an hour, unlike them who had to stay up all day and night.

"Penicillin, penicillin, how did you make it?" Qi Yue murmured to himself.

What a pity. Why did she seriously study the extraction of traditional Chinese medicine for injection? If she was learning penicillin extraction, wouldn't it be...

Thinking of this, she laughed again.
To be continued...