Massive hemorrhage!

The wounded were bleeding again!

"Bang!" Dr. Zhang panicked and hit the spoon on the ground. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Yang Gong rushed over and said angrily: "How can this be!"

Doctor Zhang turned his eyes for help to Old Man Liu, Old Man Liu's face changed slightly, and he finally couldn't maintain the calm expression of the previous Eight Winds, so he stepped forward a few steps forward and ordered in a deep voice: "Pingsheng, untie the bandage." ”

Zhang Pingsheng hurriedly responded to the call, this bandage was originally done by him, and it was quickly solved at this time.

But after this toss, the wounded lost blood even more.

Before Dr. Zhang's bandage was completely untied, the blood from the wound was gushing out like a torrent, rushing straight to the bandage sticky, and it also washed away the medicinal powder that had been applied to the wound before. It was shocking to look at, and I had to wonder how much blood could be lost in the injured person's body.

Yang Gong hurriedly shouted: "What else is there to solve! Quickly take the scissors and cut the matter directly!"

An elementary school apprentice rushed over at the counter, holding scissors that cut a rope and hurriedly handed it over. Yang Gong snatched the scissors and clicked a few scissors directly at the strip of cloth between the abdomen of the injured person. The blood quickly washed away the cut strip of cloth, revealing the hideous wound inside.

Old man Liu had already pinched the silver needle in his hand, and as soon as the wound was exposed, he brushed a few needles.

When he gave the needle, his technique was faster and more accurate than that of Dr. Zhang, and he did not have the slightest "old eyes and dizziness" that he said before. However, Rao was like this, and his silver needle could not be effective in the face of such a severe and rapid blood loss.

Old Man Liu's cheeks moved slightly, and cold sweat was already oozing from his forehead.

Looking at the wounded man again, the wounded person first bounced and cried out in pain, but this was only a moment later, and the wounded man's crying for pain had long since stopped. His head was tilted slightly to one side, and he couldn't make a sound.

Wen Qing trembled and put his finger between the wounded's mouth and nose and probed, and exclaimed suddenly, "No...... I'm out of gas!"

Old Man Liu's hand piercing the needle suddenly stopped, but Yang Gong reached out and touched the neck of the injured person, and when he touched it, he suddenly shouted: "There is still a heartbeat, and I am not dead yet!"

grabbed Old Man Liu's hand again, and said hurriedly: "What kind of turtle son are you still piercing! Your ancestors! Hurry up and get a needle and thread, this person is going to die, you old man told Lao Tzu again that you can't sew, Lao Tzu is in a hurry with you!"

In this hurry, the accent of Shuzhong was revealed in an official dialect.

Old Man Liu's expression was a little dazed, he trembled his lips and made a bitter face: "I...... Brother Yang, old man, I really can't......"

A person who has never pinched a needle and thread in his life, you call him to sew human skin?

He reacted slowly and said what was in his heart: "My hand is not as good as the embroidery girl in the house......"

"You!" Yang Gong was so angry that he was about to find Dr. Zhang again, when suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed, "What are you talking about?"

He clapped his hands, found a life-saving straw and laughed, turned his head and swept his eyes into the crowd, pulled his legs and walked quickly to Jiang Huijia's side, grabbed her wrist, and dragged her to the injured person, while saying: "Female doll, you are bold, you dare to move needlework, don't you? It doesn't matter, as you said, it's no different from sewing clothes." You must know how to sew clothes, right?"

Jiang Huijia did not refuse in a panic as he expected, but obediently followed him over, and said in a low voice: "Yang Gong, there is no needle and thread." ”

Yang Gong was overjoyed at first, and then shouted loudly: "Needle and thread! Who is going to find needle and thread!"

There was a junior apprentice, took out a sewing kit from his arms, in the surprised eyes of everyone, he said very shyly: "Yes, I specially went to the embroidery workshop to buy it, and I planned to go back at night to give it to my mother......" This junior apprentice was the one who ran out of the hanging pot hall in a hurry before, and was stopped by Jiang Huijia, pointed out Jiang Huijia, and told her that Dr. Zhang was good at orthopedics.

I don't know when he ran back again.

Old Man Liu shouted in surprise: "Siyuan, why are you?"

Yang Gong had already snatched the sewing kit impatiently and was about to hand it to Jiang Huijia.

"Wait!" The junior apprentice named Siyuan stretched out his hand to stop and showed a flattering smile at Yang Gong, "Yang Gong, this needle and thread are not clean enough." Although the time is urgent, I should soak it in spirits before using it. It's better than hurting a patient, isn't it?"

Dr. Zhang took out a small pot of spirits from his medicine box, and someone brought clean dishes and hot water.

Yang Gong glanced at Dr. Zhang meaningfully, and Dr. Zhang lowered his head and only poured the spirits into the clean dishes.

Jiang Huijia put her basket aside, cleaned her hands with hot water, and wiped her hands with spirits, then picked up the needle and thread soaked in spirits, and wiped the needle and thread with the clean cloth towel in Dr. Zhang's medicine box, then threaded the needle and thread, and squatted beside the injured person, ready to put the needle.

Up to this point, no one had objected to the fact that a young woman had sutured the wounded at this time.

The atmosphere was delicate.

The injured man was in critical condition, and Yang Gong was in a hurry, but in fact, several of the injured man's companions were even more anxious than him. But Yang Gong's identity is different, he reacted the fastest, and he was the first to pull Jiang Huijia out and ask her to do the stitching.

Previously, whether it was Dr. Zhang, who was good at orthopedics and traumatology, or Mr. Liu, who was well-known, refused to do wound sutures.

In fact, after stitching, the wound must heal more easily, and the bleeding must stop faster, this logic can be figured out by anyone. It's just that some people don't want to do it, and some people don't dare to do it.

Several of the injured person's companions had already been grieved when they heard Wen Qing shouting "out of breath". It was Yang Gong who found the last straw at this time, whether it was a dead horse as a live horse doctor, or whether it was a nonsense that was forced to make trouble, at this time, there was finally someone who was willing to take over the drudgery of stitching, and those people wanted to talk, but they all stopped talking at this time.

And these people didn't say it, because of Yang Gong's identity and their unspeakable subtle psychology, no one spoke in the end.

Only Zhang, she really wants to speak and object. She even lifted her foot to snatch Jiang Huijia back from Yang Gong's hands, but in the end, it was Song Dalang who grabbed her. Song Dalang whispered to her: "What are you making a fuss about? Everyone has been pulled away, can you still pull it back?"

Zhang Shi said anxiously: "How can this be done? Who can do this? What should we do if this is going to affect us?" only said "who is it", and even the "third brother and sister" stopped shouting, she was really anxious by this change in her heart.

Song Dalang was only barely calm, but he thought about it a little more in his heart: "She wants to do something stupid, let's just remember it and go home and talk to the old man." Here, who can we beat?" said that, he looked around again, in fact, he wanted to continue watching the excitement, but he was afraid that Jiang Huijia would really cause trouble and affect the two of them, so he was ready to run away at any time.

And Jiang Huijia over there has already taken the needle.

The embroidery needle in her hand is not the scient-needle used for surgical sutures in her previous life, but with a needle in her hand, the familiarity that she exercised from going up and down the operating table countless times before has returned.