Chapter Seventy-Three: Pus
Leaving her home, Shangguan Wushuang hurried towards the train station, because before, she received a treasure, and in another city, Panyang City found the traces of the white-bearded old man, so she had to rush over immediately.
Also following her all the way was Liu Xiaoming.
As soon as the two boarded the train, they found their seats and sat down facing each other.
Shangguan Wushuang felt a little tired, so he lay on the table in front of his seat and wanted to take a nap.
Liu Xiaoming on the side looked at it and smiled slightly: "You are really tired, let's sleep for a while, with me!" ”
Shangguan Wushuang nodded, just taking advantage of this time to take a good rest.
I don't know how long it took to come, the sound of the train radio woke Shangguan Wushuang up, she raised her head and saw that Liu Xiaoming was gone.
"Hey, where did he go?" Shangguan Wushuang said.
At this time, the train radio sounded: "There is a little boy in the No. 10 carriage who fainted, had a high fever, convulsions, vomiting, a large pustule on his head, weak breathing, and was in a very critical condition, please ask the doctor on the train to rush to the No. 10 carriage immediately." ”
When Shangguan Wushuang heard this, out of a doctor's sense of responsibility, he immediately rushed to the tenth carriage.
When he arrived at the tenth car, Shangguan Wushuang saw many individuals surrounding a woman holding a child, and the woman was sobbing. Liu Xiaoming was listening to the little boy's lungs and heart area with a stethoscope, and after a moment Liu Xiaoming shook his head and said: "The child's body temperature is 42 degrees, his breathing is weak, and his heart rate is very low, which is dangerous!" ”
"Doctor, save my baby." The woman wept.
"The key problem is the pus pocket on the top of the child's head, the infection is very serious, and surgery must be performed immediately, but the conditions in the car are so bad that it cannot be operated." Liu Xiaoming shook his head and said
"Doctor Liu, let me here, I'll take a look!" Shangguan Wushuang said.
"You're awake! I'm afraid it will affect your rest, after hearing the broadcast, I rushed over first, you see, I have already diagnosed, the pus on the top of the child's head has been infected, if you don't operate in time, I'm afraid your life will not be guaranteed, the conditions here are so poor, I can't help it! Liu Xiaoming spread his hands and said.
When the women heard this, they immediately burst into tears: "O my poor son! Your life is so miserable! ”
Shangguan Wushuang didn't care much at the moment, and immediately shouted: "Get out of the way!" ”
The onlookers immediately got out of the way, Shangguan Wushuang squeezed in, and when he saw the pustule on the child's first class, he exclaimed: "Poisonous boils!" ”
"What poisonous boils?" Liu Xiaoming was surprised.
"Poisonous boils are caused by the outbreak of fire poison in the body, this sores abscess, the inside penetrates to the head, and it is difficult to break the root of the pus in general surgery, and it is very dangerous." Shangguan Wushuang said.
Liu Xiaoming was surprised: "It turns out that this is a complicated abscess, which is not operable, otherwise it will infect the head." ”
"Please, save my child!" The woman wept.
"Eldest sister, don't worry, we will definitely do our best to save your child." Liu Xiaoming glanced at Shangguan Wushuang and said, "This strange disease, only your charm can cure it, why don't you save the child quickly!" ”
"Sister, do you have a handkerchief?" Shangguan Wushuang asked.
"There's a handkerchief!" The woman took out a handkerchief, Shangguan Wushuang took the handkerchief, folded it immediately, and soon folded it into the shape of a small cloth man.
"What are you doing here, now that the child is critically ill, you are still in the mood to fold the doll!" Li Xiaoming was puzzled.
"Who has scissors?" Shangguan Wushuang didn't pay attention to Liu Xiaoming, but asked to both sides.
"I have scissors!" The conductor handed over a pair of scissors.
"Eldest sister, please cut some of the child's hair." Shangguan Wushuang said.
"Cut your child's hair? What is this for? The woman wondered.
"Yes, what do you want to do, I'm a doctor who has been practicing medicine for more than 20 years, and I can't understand what you want to do!" A man with glasses said on the side. It seems that he is also a doctor.
"Eldest sister, do you want to save the child, do what you want, don't ask anything!" Shangguan Wushuang said.
"Of course I want to save the child, so I'll cut your hair right away." The woman immediately picked up the scissors, cut off a strand of the child's hair, and handed it to Shangguan Wushuang.
Shangguan Wushuang took the hair and put it on the head of the handkerchief folded on the head of the little cloth man, and it was strange to say that those hairs were actually inserted on the head of the little cloth man.
Shangguan Wushuang held the little cloth man with hair in the palm of his hand, "Who has a needle?" ”
"Do I have a needle for sewing clothes?" A female conductor said.
"Okay, please hurry up and get it." Shangguan Wushuang said.
The female conductor quickly brought a needle, Shangguan Wushuang took the needle, and said, "Doctor Liu, please hold the child and let him put his head on his side." ”
"Okay." Liu Xiaoming immediately hugged the little boy and leaned so that his head was facing down.
"Bring a trash can, please!"
The female conductor immediately brought a trash can, "Doctor Liu, please put the child's head against the trash can, and when the pus is discharged for a while, so that the pus can flow into the trash can." "Shangguan Wushuang said.
All the people present couldn't figure out what kind of medicine Shangguan Wushuang was selling in the gourd, holding a needle for sewing clothes, and holding a small cloth man, how did this cure the disease?
"This lady, are you a doctor? I don't think you're playing a game! The man with the glasses said.
"Human life is at stake, how dare I play a game, you'll know right away." Shangguan Wushuang smiled.
Shangguan Wushuang took the little cloth man and turned around three times on the top of the little boy's head, and then silently recited the incantation, and after tapping the child's forehead with his sword finger, he then pointed it on the head of the little cloth man.
Then Shangguan Wu held the needle in both hands and gently pierced the head of the little cloth man, and a miracle appeared, when the needle pierced the little cloth man's head, the pus pocket of the little boy held by Liu Xiaoming in his hand immediately burst, and a large amount of yellow pus gushed out.
The yellow pus flowed into the trash can, and when the pus ran out, Shangguan Wushuang immediately threw the needle into the trash can, held the sword finger, and silently recited the curse to remove the sores: "Heaven and Earth Yellow, Nine Chapters of the Earth Law, thousands of sores, all of them are dead, Taishang Laojun is as anxious as the law!" ”
A white light flew out of the sword finger and landed on the deflated pus, and the pustule wound was immediately sealed, and the redness and swelling disappeared immediately. The boy's convulsions immediately stopped, the high fever immediately subsided, and the body temperature returned to normal.
Shangguan Wushuang stretched out his index finger and gently touched the little boy's eyebrows, and the little boy immediately opened his eyes, "Mom, I'm hungry!" ”
"The child is well!"
Everyone was dumbfounded, isn't it? Prick a little cloth man's head with a needle for sewing clothes, and the little boy's head will drain pus! What kind of medicine is this, it is really unheard of! Even if Liu Xiaoming had seen Shangguan Wushuang's miraculous medical skills, he was deeply shocked!