Plague Doctor

Before the operation began, an inflatable tourniquet was placed on the proximal end of the pre-amputation plane of patient No. 25 to reduce blood loss during the operation. But even so, at this time, blood was still gushing out from the two incisions in the front and back of the surgery department. The nurse over there has given the IV blood transfusion from the patient's foot.

Against the strange rotten smell of the black liquid of the banyan disease and the smell of blood, Gu Jun took the needle-holding forceps from the equipment nurse and moved towards the bloody operation area.

"Be careful." After Zhu Ruiwen said something, he didn't make any sense. He still had to deal with the levator scapularis and rhomboid muscles that had been twisted and twisted by the disease. The distortion of patients with heterocystus disease develops from deep to superficial. The more the operation goes on , the more difficult it is to separate the tissue.

With the help of the second assistant, Zeng Jianguo, the first assistant, can also free up his hand to assist the chief surgeon.

With a movement of Gu Jun's hand, he started to sew the first stitches into the twisted muscle incision. The hand felt a bit hard, and he had to apply more force...

His eyes were concentrated, and the nerves in his hands quickly adjusted his senses. He only had the target in his eyes. There was nothing difficult, whether it was a human-faced dog, a normal human body or an abnormal human body, it was all stitched together.

As long as you have practiced thousands of times in the past half month, one stitch after another...

Li Hualong, who had the most leisure to watch Gu Jun suture, was helping out, as well as the nurses at the operating table. They all saw Gu Jun as a different person.

"Hey." The itinerant nurse had a task to stare at Gu Jun. She thought what she was going to see was the scene of the kid trembling and then being driven away, but now she saw her eyes wide open. That dazed rookie...

Li Hualong raised his eyebrows in surprise, feeling that he was watching a skilled dancer dancing with ease.

Gu Jun uses the buckle-lock stitching method. The start and end methods are the same as the simple continuous stitching method, but each stitch needs to be passed through the loop of the previous stitch. This stitching method can prevent the wound from turning over and has a better effect. hemostatic effect. But it is not very commonly used, because it has complicated steps, slow sewing and high difficulty.

It's just that Gu Jun is sewing very fast now, and this speed is fast even for the simple continuous stitching method.

The buckle-lock stitching method is even more amazingly fast, as if you can hear the sound of the clicking of the stapler falling, and it comes out as soon as it clicks, but there is no stitch wrong.

"Gu Jun is indeed..." Li Hualong murmured to himself, "He has strength."

He didn't have any malice towards Gu Jun, but he was a little displeased that he was the second assistant. If it wasn't for the Tianji Bureau, he would definitely think that Gu Jun had gone through some back door, especially Gu Jun's absent-minded behavior just now...

But now, all doubts and dissatisfaction in Li Hualong's heart are dissipating, and his arrogance is also pulled down immediately.

He thought that he was very talented, that's why he was able to be developed into the Tianji Bureau, but now he found that the same sentence, there are people outside the people, and there are mountains outside the mountains.

"Okay, the second assistant, that's it." Zhu Ruiwen looked at it, and the surprise of receiving the heavy assistance came back again, this is the Gu Jun that Elder Qin was talking about!

The reduction in bleeding makes the surgical field clearer, and the surgeon and the first assistant can carry out the next step.

Soon, when Zhu Ruiwen started to cut the twisted levator scapula, the patient's cries suddenly resounded: "Ah, please, let me go... woo woo... my child, my two children Children... let them go...they are still young..."

The patient's voice became more and more tragic. He said that he was delirium but could speak very complete words, full of despair, as if something more terrible than death had happened.

These words hit the will of every medical staff in the operating room, like a lone boat being blown by a strong wind, if it fails to stand, it will be swept away and thrown into the abyss.

Li Hualong gradually felt a little uncomfortable, and some fears did not appear at the beginning, but gradually invaded the depths of his heart over time before suddenly attacking. His right hand, which was holding the gauze to clean the blood and black fluid on the wound, trembled slightly, and he couldn't control it if he wanted to...

His head was already covered with sweat, "Sister Chen." Li Hualong turned his head and called, "Please help me clean the sweat from my forehead."

Sister Chen was the itinerant nurse. She walked over immediately after hearing this, and vigorously wiped the boy's forehead with a clean gauze to wake him up.

Several other nurses and nurses wanted to come too! If you say they are more familiar with Li Hualong, but they really can't help, Zhu Zhudao's decision is completely correct.

Hua Long, Hua Long, look at Gu Jun!

Ever since Gu Jun started sewing, he has become someone else's child. Facing the madness of patients now, he is still convincingly stable. Gu Jun's performance can be said to have inspired the audience, otherwise they might have trembled too, but rookies can do this, and they are embarrassed to be affected by some wailing.

"My child, my child..." The patient repeated these words in a delirious manner, as if they were fighting against their will.

"Hoo, hoo." Gu Jun's breathing maintained a steady rhythm, and his hands seemed to be another system independent of the body, moving the needle-holding forceps, once and for all.

It's not that he didn't hear the patient's sad words, he just could tell what he was doing.

Although they also caused extreme pain to others, they were not the same as those bastards in Laisheng Company.

This is saving people, that's all.

Your two children, your family and friends... If they were among these patients, we would save them too.

Gu Jun held firm to this belief, and didn't think too much about it. He just sewed it up stitch by stitch to reduce the bright red blood...

He had already forgotten the time, and he sewed wherever Zhu Zhu pointed the knife, without even noticing the sweat on his face. Sister Chen, the itinerant nurse, called out, "Gu Erzhu, you

Turn your head over first, and I'll wipe your sweat for you. "

"Oh good." Gu Jun didn't stop his hands, and turned his head to one side.

Now Li Hualong and the nurses were a little stunned. This Gu Jun has a few eyes, how can he still sew them up, and there are no mistakes...

"So much sweat." Sister Chen gently wiped the sweat off Gu Jun's forehead with a gauze, "Don't be nervous, you sew very well."

"Yeah." Gu Jun turned his head back again, not nervous at all.

After Zhu Ruiwen and Zeng Jianguo finished cutting the muscles on the back side, it was time for the surgery to saw off the collarbone to expose the nerves and blood vessels.

Of course, amputation requires bone sawing, and a scalpel is not enough, especially when dealing with such deformed and twisted bones.

"Where's the chainsaw?" Zhu Ruiwen said. The equipment nurse immediately handed over a Stryker power system chainsaw, dragging a cable, high horsepower, and a 14mm drill bit. Zhu Ruiwen took the chainsaw and pressed it to start, and suddenly there was a squeaking sound of the chainsaw.

"Ah..." the patient shouted even more heart-piercingly.

Anesthesiologist Yan Haizhe stared at the various indicators displayed on the anesthesia machine. The nurses were ready for rescue. The 76 success rate of local anesthesia and the 24 failure rate were mostly due to the bone sawing step. Patients would not be able to bear the pain and die. Fainting, cardiac arrest, etc. Some people never wake up again.

Gu Jun moved away from his position, and watched silently as Chief Surgeon Zhu aimed the chainsaw at the patient's collarbone in the incision on the back of the patient, sawing slowly and steadily, creaking...

The black liquid sprayed, the blood surged, and the flesh and bones were shattering.

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