Yang Qiming's consciousness was blurred, and he felt as if a knife was cutting in his right abdomen. His face was covered in cold sweat, and moans of "pain" and "pain" escaped from his mouth from time to time.
Song Zhang's eyes were red and he held his friend's arm tightly: "Qi Ming, Qi Ming, don't sleep, don't sleep."
He didn't understand pharmacology, but he had seen many cases of serious injuries and comas that never woke up.
The two have been almost inseparable since they entered school. They are classmates and playmates who grew up together. They have a close relationship. Seeing his friend's face pale and in unbearable pain, the tip of his nose felt sore and his eyes were filled with tears.
As another mouthful of blood spurted out, Yang Qiming completely passed out.
The hospital doctor sighed, and Song Zhang's heart skipped a beat: "Doctor Hao, please save him, he is only fourteen years old."
It's not that the hospital doctors don't want to save people. Most of the people who are crushed by heavy objects and vomit blood have injuries to their internal organs.
He has lived for decades and has seen many patients with similar symptoms. No matter how many decoctions and medicines are given, without exception, they cannot survive until the end.
When the internal organs are damaged, how can a person survive? They are just hanging on to death, waiting for death.
It's a pity that the young master of the Yang family is so young that he will die in this heavy snow.
I heard that the old lady of the Yang family loves this little grandson the most. She holds it in her mouth for fear of melting and holds it in her hands for fear of falling. She has raised her more carefully than the girl's family since she was a child. If she learns that her sweet grandson died in the academy, the entire Liuheguan Academy will have to follow her. Bad luck.
The first person to be held accountable must be the hospital doctor.
Doctor Hao's back felt cold, and his eyes fell on Mrs. Lin as if asking for help.
Isn't she an expert invited by the mountain chief? I heard that even cold illnesses can be cured, maybe...
Shanchang Pei was also anxious. When he saw Doctor Hao's appearance, he knew that his abilities were limited. Although he knew that it was difficult for others, he still bowed and saluted Mrs. Lin.
"Doctor Lin, Qiming is a good boy, please do your best."
It is natural to try your best, but what is scary is that even if you try your best, you will not be able to achieve your goal, and you will only be able to save people's hearts but not have the ability to save others!
After careful examination, Mrs. Lin determined that Yang Qiming's injury was in his lungs. It should be a rupture and bleeding somewhere in the five internal organs. She had never dealt with a similar case before.
To be precise, patients in similar situations have passed away before they even arrived at the hospital.
Today's medical skills and drugs are not enough to treat damaged internal organs. When she was young, she traveled with her master. She heard that in the sea thousands of miles away from Daqian, there were people who could open the abdomen to repair the internal organs. It was true. It cannot be determined whether it is false or not.
Mrs. Lin couldn't even find the bleeding point at this moment, let alone treat it.
The eyes of everyone in the room fell on her, and it was like an invisible mountain was pressing on her back, making her almost breathless.
The wrist hanging by the side was suddenly held by a pair of small, soft hands, and the chubby fingertips scratched the palm of the hand.
Old Mrs. Lin looked stunned, her heart was in turmoil, but she still wanted to remain calm on her face.
This is a matter of life and death. Do you really want to involve your granddaughter?
In the end, her trust in her little granddaughter defeated her inner struggles.
"I'll try my best, please wait in the other room." The granddaughter's secret cannot be known to others. If the treatment fails by then, and Young Master Yang dies, her life may be at risk.
Dr. Hao wanted to stay and see what Mrs. Lin was capable of, but he was also afraid that he would not be saved and the Yang family would blame him.
In the end, Mingzhe gained the upper hand. He picked up the medicine box and walked out: "Seven or eight students with broken bones still need my treatment, so I'll have to trouble Dr. Lin here!"
Apply oil to the soles of your feet and run fast.
Chief Pei knew Mrs. Lin's rules for seeing a doctor, and without any doubts, he drove all the anxious and worried students out of the room.
Even Lin Silang and Song Zhang wanted to stay and help, but they were kicked out by Mrs. Lin.
As soon as the person left, the room instantly became colder.
Xiangyun didn't care whether he would scare his grandma, so he ducked and brought the unconscious Yang Qiming into the space.
Mrs. Lin watched helplessly as the two people who were still in front of her disappeared completely in the blink of an eye. Although she was prepared, she was still very frightened.
I leaned on the chair for a long time to recover, and kept praying with my hands in various directions in the room.
The only good thing is that the Xiangyun in the space looks like an adult in his previous life, otherwise he would not be able to carry the boy to the cart.
Yaoling's regretful voice sounded: "The spleen is ruptured. It must have been hit in the abdomen by the wood on the hanging beam."
Xiangyun stepped on the cart and pushed the unconscious Yang Qiming to the CT room. The examination soon revealed that there was a crack as wide as a fingernail on the lower right side of the spleen, and blood was leaking out. The condition was serious.
In the past, for patients with such severe spleen damage, surgery to remove part of the spleen was necessary.
But Yang Qiming is still young, and his spleen dysfunction will not only affect his future life, but also lead to various complications in the future due to the backward medical level of Daqian.
Seeing Xiangyun's troubled face, Yaoling promptly reminded him: "Host, have you forgotten that the space operating room function has not been activated yet, so your worries are unnecessary."
Xiangyun's eyelids twitched, yes, Yang Qiming couldn't do surgery at all now and could only receive conservative treatment.
She drew Yang Qiming's blood and checked his hemoglobin, blood pressure and pulse. Every data showed that the patient's condition was not optimistic.
It means that the rupture of the spleen produces too much blood, and if surgery is not performed to repair and stop the bleeding, it will be life-threatening.
She remembered that her fourth uncle said that there were two students in the college who took good care of him. One was Song Zhang who came to the Lin family that day. His ancestors had Tanhualang, and his father and brother were all serving in Beijing; the other was Shangshu Zuo Silang. The youngest son, Yang Qiming, was raised in his hometown.
Whether it was out of friendship as classmates or for a fresh young life, she couldn't wait any longer.
Xiangyun gave Yang Qiming some anti-inflammatory drugs, so at least he wouldn't vomit blood anymore.
"Is there no other way? You haven't lived for thousands of years. Do you know magic or something like that? The kind of magic that can heal wounds with just a finger?"
Yao Ling's voice was helpless: "I have that ability, and I can still be trapped here. Let me fly as soon as possible!"
