Before the operation, Zhang Wenhao once again investigated Song Xiaopeng's physical state at this moment, although the heartbeat was not strong, it had recovered to a safe level that Zhang Wenhao could control, and the pulse and blood pressure were enough to support the operation in Zhang Wenhao's opinion, plus there was a blood supply, so Zhang Wenhao was sure to give Song Xiaopeng a local splenectomy, the operation may not be perfect, but it can save his life.

Lao Xu turned on a strong flashlight, looked at Zhang Wenhao's hands wearing rubber gloves, held a cold scalpel in one hand, and probed into Song Xiaopeng's abdomen with the other hand, the injured spleen side has been seriously damaged, it looks like the fangs of a wild boar directly pierced one end of the spleen, the only thing that can be fortunate is that the wound is not in the middle of the spleen, otherwise, I am afraid that Song Xiaopeng has not been sent here, and the person has already died.

Zhang Wenhao held his breath, stabilized his spleen with one hand, and quickly cut it with a scalpel with the other hand according to the position he had planned in his brain before.

Lao Xu was frightened, this kid, he was young, but he was unambiguous, he cut it, and the liquid mixed with juice and blood gushed out, which made people not only afraid, but also retched.

The excision did not take much time, Zhang Wenhao was like a quick knife to cut through the mess, and completed the excision in the fastest time, and then immediately stopped bleeding and sutured, at this time, the suture was only hastily carried out, and there was no time to treat the wound neatly.

At this time, Zhang Wenhao opened his mouth and said: "Release the blood vessel and start the infusion." ”

Now Song Xiaopeng is still in hemorrhagic shock, excessive blood loss, but with the injection of blood, life will not be too threatened, and now that the damaged spleen has been removed, the blood transfusion speed can be slightly accelerated.

Lao Xu saw that the blood transfusion's face was pale, so he said to Zhang Wenhao: "Xiao Liu can't hold on anymore, let's change someone." ”

Zhang Wenhao nodded and said, "Help him go back to the room to rest." The next person prepares. ”

Switching to a blood collection needle, Zhang Wenhao once again pierced the needle into another person's body.

The replacement is constantly bleeding, and only in this way can the missing blood in Song Xiaopeng's body be replenished.

The second person began to supply blood to Song Xiaopeng, Zhang Wenhao checked Song Xiaopeng's blood pressure and pulse again, and now he is still in a state of serious blood loss, and it is estimated that the amount of 2,000 milliliters is not enough, and in the end, it is bound to take a little blood from Song Xiaoman's body.

The operation just now lacked the necessary conditions, so Zhang Wenhao was very worried about wound infection. The antibiotic solution was immediately prepared and infused to Song Xiaopeng, and two bottles of human blood albumin injection were infused into Song Xiaopeng's body from the other hand at the same time.

The effect of acupuncture stimulation has become weaker and weaker, but the heartbeat still cannot maintain a safe intensity and frequency on its own. Zhang Wenhao pulled out all the silver needles and continuously hammered Song Xiaopeng's heart with a light fist, constantly stimulating his heartbeat.

Another blood transfusion reached the limit, and Zhang Wenhao changed the blood collection needle again and replaced it with a third person.

The limit of a normal person's blood transfusion can theoretically reach 800 milliliters, but these people are overly nervous, plus they have been in the mountains all day, and they have been carrying Song Xiaopeng all the way just now, and their physical strength is very overdrawn. The heartbeat is too fast, at this time, Zhang Wenhao did not dare to let their blood collection exceed 700 ml, otherwise, if there is another hemorrhagic shock, then he will really have a big head. Even if Song Xiaopeng's life is precious, in front of Zhang Wenhao, he, like everyone else, can't exchange his life for a life, right?

After the blood transfusion of the third person, Song Xiaopeng's heartbeat still did not return to normal. Zhang Wenhao blurted out: "Lao Xu, you bring Song Xiaoman over." ”

"Xiaoman's physique" Lao Xu said with some concern: "Can you find another type O blood to help supply blood?" ”

Zhang Wenhao frowned and said, "I'm blood type O." Why don't I stand there and give him blood in exchange for you to save people? ”

…,

Lao Xu asked embarrassedly, "What about the other villagers?" ”

Zhang Wenhao was a little impatient and said, "Song Xiaopeng is her own brother, who will supply her if she doesn't supply blood?" Mo said that most of the villagers didn't know what blood type they were, and even if they knew, why did they give Song Xiaopeng a blood transfusion? ”

Lao Xu didn't know what to say for a while, but his face was very embarrassed, and his appearance of wanting to speak and stopping made Zhang Wenhao a little irritable, and blurted out: "Hurry up?" ”

Lao Xu had no choice but to nod, turned around and went out, and after a while, he brought the pale-faced Song Xiaoman in.

Zhang Wenhao glanced at Song Xiaoman, but Song Xiaoman's spirit was a little trance, as soon as he came in and saw Song Xiaopeng lying on the bed, he wanted to pounce over to see how he was doing, just arrived at him, was stopped by Zhang Wenhao, and said, "Stand here and expose your left arm." ”

Song Xiaoman glanced at Zhang Wenhao, Lao Xu had already told her that her brother Song Xiaopeng was still in a state of blood loss at the moment, and he needed to continue to transfuse matching blood, and the first three people had reached the limit, and the only person who could transfuse blood at present was himself.

Song Xiaoman rolled up his sleeves, but Zhang Wenhao frowned and said: "This can't be done, the pressure on your upper arm is too great, you can pull your arm out of your clothes." ”

Song Xiaoman looked left and right, his face was a little embarrassed, but it was fleeting, he gritted his teeth, turned to face the wall, pulled his left arm out of his clothes, and then turned around, his left arm and most of his left shoulder were exposed to the air.

The cold alcohol was smeared on Song Xiaoman's arm, which made her shiver, Zhang Wenhao's left thumb was above the blood vessel, squeezing it from bottom to top and sliding up, and then, his left hand instantly inserted the blood collection needle into the blood vessel, and then, he put down the needle, almost parallel to the skin, and then pushed, the blood collection needle was completely inserted.

The blood collection needle was thick, and the blood vessel was directly inserted, and Song Xiaoman, who was in pain, was in a cold sweat, clenching his teeth, but he didn't let himself make a sound.

Zhang Wenhao took a look at Song Xiaoman's complexion, checked her pulse, and frowned: "Why is your physical fitness surprisingly poor?" ”

Song Xiaoman glanced at Zhang Wenhao, but did not speak, Lao Xu interjected at this time: "Xiaoman, she has been weak and sickly since she was a child, and her physique has always been bad. ”

Zhang Wenhao said helplessly: "With her physique, she can collect 200 milliliters of blood at most." ”

Lao Xu blurted out, "How much more do you need here from Xiaopeng?" ”

Zhang Wenhao opened his mouth and said, "It depends on his heart condition." ”

After speaking, Zhang Wenhao leaned down and checked Song Xiaopeng's heartbeat again, but he was still not optimistic.

Zhang Wenhao sighed helplessly, raised his head, and said to Song Xiaoman: "If you feel uncomfortable, just speak, you can stop at any time." ”

Song Xiaoman ignored Zhang Wenhao, and Zhang Wenhao didn't have time to take care of her. If the heartbeat cannot be restored to a safe value for autonomous pacing, then Song Xiaopeng's life is still in danger, replenishing blood volume is a key, but stimulating the heart is also an essential key.

Adrenaline is undoubtedly the best one, but I don't have this special medicine on hand at all, and I don't have a defibrillator, if you change to a regular doctor, at this time. I'm afraid that I can't help it, but fortunately, I am still proficient in acupuncture, and looking at the current situation, I can only use acupuncture to stimulate my heart again.

Song Xiaoman's physique is too weak. Two hundred milliliters is estimated to be her limit, before she reaches the limit, she must give Song Xiaopeng a set of heavy injections, and then insert the blood collection needle into her body and continue to transfuse him.

Since he has to give heavy needles, then his whole body can stimulate the acupuncture points and nervous system of the heart as much as possible, so that the effect can be obvious, Zhang Wenhao took out three boxes of silver needles, each box of twenty. After going through the whole process of heavy needles in my mind, I quickly pinched a silver needle, used the thumb of my left hand to find the position, and immediately inserted the silver needle with my right hand.

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Like planting rice, one after the other, without the slightest interruption. Without the slightest pause, in the blink of an eye, Zhang Wenhao had already inserted more than ten silver needles into Song Xiaopeng's scalp, face and neck, and at this time, Zhang Wenhao said: "Take off his shoes." Wipe the soles of your feet clean with an alcohol swab. ”

Lao Xu hurriedly handed over Song Xiaoman to others around him to support, and he squatted down and took off the field boots on Song Xiaopeng's feet. Subsequently, carefully wiping the soles of Song Xiaopeng's feet with an alcohol cotton, Zhang Wenhao continued to insert silver needles into Song Xiaopeng's body, from top to bottom, and soon inserted more than 40 silver needles into Song Xiaopeng's skin.

Zhang Wenhao asked Long Xiaoyue to cut off Song Xiaopeng's trouser leg with scissors, and then pierced a few stitches in his thigh, and then down, Lao Xu had already cleaned up Song Xiaopeng's soles, and Zhang Wenhao pierced eight silver needles under the soles of his two feet.

At this time, Song Xiaopeng's heartbeat had begun to gradually increase, and Zhang Wenhao finally breathed a sigh of relief after giving him the pulse again.

But he didn't think about it, at this time, Song Xiaoman suddenly fainted, and the man holding Song Xiaoman exclaimed, Zhang Wenhao hurriedly stood up, walked to Song Xiaoman, pulled out the blood collection needle, sealed the needle hole with hemostatic cotton and tape, and said to Long Xiaoyue: "Xiaoyue, you help me take her back to the room to rest." ”

As soon as Long Xiaoyue took Song Xiaoman over, she opened her eyes slightly, glanced at Song Xiaopeng on the bed, and said weakly: "My brother hasn't woken up yet, isn't there enough blood?" As she spoke, she glanced at her left arm and saw that Zhang Wenhao was pinching the hemostatic cotton and needle hole with her hand, and hurriedly asked, "Why did you pull out the needle?" What about my brother? You plug it in for me. ”

"What can you do?" Zhang Wenhao frowned and glanced at her, and said coldly: "With your physique, you will be in shock if you smoke a little more." ”

Song Xiaoman hurriedly said: "I'm not afraid as long as my brother is him"

"Shut up!" Zhang Wenhao didn't want to listen to her nonsense, waved his hand and said, "Xiaoyue, hurry up and take her to rest, so as not to block people like a little hairy child here." ”

Long Xiaoyue helped Song Xiaoman to go out of the door, but Song Xiaoman said that he didn't want to say anything, so Zhang Wenhao said: "Xiaoyue, don't care what she says, get her away first." ”

The weak Song Xiaoman could only protest on his lips, but physically he couldn't compete with the healthy Long Xiaoyue at all, so he could only be helped out of the room by Long Xiaoyue with great reluctance.

Since Song Xiaopeng will have hemorrhagic shock, then the blood loss is estimated to be at least more than 2,000 milliliters, although the accumulated blood transfusion has reached 2,000 milliliters, but in the operation just now, at least three or four hundred milliliters were lost, and now there is a gap of at least a few hundred milliliters.

In desperation, Zhang Wenhao could only go on his own.

For Zhang Wenhao's physique, blood transfusion has no effect, and the speed of recovery is also very fast, but now the most important thing is that he still has to save people, Song Xiaopeng can only take a multi-time blood transfusion rhythm during the operation, but after the operation is completed, it is necessary to quickly replenish a large amount of blood, blood transfusion can not be interrupted, and after giving him blood transfusion, it will be somewhat inconvenient to treat him. I only hope that in the process of blood transfusion, there will be no more problems with his body.

Zhang Wenhao changed the blood collection needle again, stabbed it in his left arm, and his blood began to flow into the transfusion vessel, and it continued to flow into Song Xiaopeng's body, and Zhang Wenhao did not dare to relax at all, and kept observing Song Xiaopeng's physical characteristics.

Lao Xu brought a chair to Zhang Wenhao and asked Zhang Wenhao to sit in front of Song Xiaopeng's bed, and Zhang Wenhao's left arm was connected to the blood vessel. His right hand kept gently pressing on Song Xiaopeng's pulse to feel his pulse.

Time passed minute by minute, the room was very quiet, and Lao Xu didn't dare to say a word. Standing next to him like this, staring closely at the situation of Song Xiaopeng and Zhang Wenhao, Lao Xu gradually sprouted a glimmer of hope in his heart, for so long, Song Xiaopeng's damaged internal organs were removed, the bleeding was stopped, and the person did not die, so long time has passed, since he has not died, it may be relatively safe.

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Meanwhile. In Song Xiaoman's room, Song Xiaoman treated strangers politely for the first time, she begged Long Xiaoyue with red eyes: "Please, please let me go over to see my brother, I must not make a mess, I just want to look at him." I can feel a little more at ease when I look at him, otherwise my heart will always hang. ”

Long Xiaoyue said with some embarrassment: "Wen Hao is afraid that you will affect his treatment in the past, maybe your actions just now made him a little angry." Saying that, Long Xiaoyue was relieved again: "There is Wen Hao here." I'm sure your brother won't be in any danger, Wen Hao's medical skills are very good, so you can rest assured. ”

"I can't do it," Song Xiaoman cried loudly. Sobbing and said: "Sister Long, I really can't rest assured, please, please let me go over and see, I'll just stand at the door and take a look, I don't go in, I don't speak, if it really doesn't work, it's okay to look at the window, my mother left early, my brother has loved me and taken care of me like my father since he was a child, and now he is seriously injured, I can't see him again, I feel very uncomfortable, I panic to death, please, okay?" ”

Long Xiaoyue's heart softened, she hesitated for a moment, but she had to nod, and she didn't forget to instruct: "You must remember, don't make any sound, lest Wen Hao get angry." ”

"En-en-en-en!" Song Xiaoman nodded again and again, and assured with a grateful face: "Thank you, Sister Long, don't worry, Sister Long, I will never say a word!" ”

"Okay." Long Xiaoyue helped Song Xiaoman get up from the bed, and took her gently to the window of the clinic ward, Song Xiaoman was held by Long Xiaoyue on the shoulder with one arm, and grabbed the window edge weakly with one hand, looking at the quiet and delicate scene in the room, he didn't dare to say a word.

Song Xiaopeng on the bed was still unconscious, his body couldn't see the slightest movement, Lao Xu and others next to him were standing against the wall, and everyone else had their eyes closed, as if they didn't dare to look, but Lao Xu stared at Song Xiaopeng on the bed without blinking.

Looking at Zhang Wenhao beside Song Xiaopeng again, Song Xiaoman's heart felt as if he had been hammered with a heavy fist!

She finally saw the only moving object in this room, that is, the blood vessel inserted in Zhang Wenhao's arm and connected to her brother's arm, in which blood was rolling and flowing, and Zhang Wenhao, his left hand was relaxed, his right hand was on Song Xiaopeng's vein, his eyes were slightly closed, and the whole person was motionless.

Who has ever seen a doctor who uses his own blood to save patients? This is beyond the scope of the doctor's duties, and Song Xiaopeng is not related to him, and even, when he faces him, he has never been a little polite.

At this time, Zhang Wenhao, all his thoughts were on Song Xiaopeng's pulse, he felt that Song Xiaopeng's pulse was gradually clear and powerful, and his heart was becoming more and more relaxed, as long as the heartbeat returned to sufficient strength, the pulse and blood pressure were also restored, in that case, Song Xiaopeng would be out of danger.

It's just that although the current strength has been enhanced, it is not yet a real safe range.

After waiting for another five minutes, Zhang Wenhao suddenly opened his eyes, first pulled out the blood transfusion on Song Xiaopeng's body with his right hand, and then pulled out the blood collection needle on his body, and while covering his left arm, he said: "There should be no big problem." ”

A dying wounded, a seriously injured man who was barely breathing when he was sent here, a person who was bound to die who originally saw that there was no way to live, after Zhang Wenhao's rescue for so long, suddenly heard this sentence from Zhang Wenhao's mouth, everyone felt like a dream!

When Zhang Wenhao said this, it seemed to be an understatement, but everyone who heard this sentence felt the weight contained in this understatement, that is, it was a life! A life that has been cruising in front of the ghost gate for a long time!

Lao Xu was ecstatic and blurted out, "Really?!" Is there really no danger anymore? ”

Zhang Wenhao nodded, and said a little tiredly: "It's not life-threatening, observe it tonight, if the wound is not infected, then you can really rest assured, if the wound has signs of infection, it is too late to send it to the hospital in the city immediately." ”

Lao Xu hurriedly asked: "Do you want me to contact the military region now to arrange a helicopter and send it directly to the province?" It is estimated that it will take three or four hours to arrive at the helicopter, and from here to Guiyang, the helicopter will arrive in an hour and a half at most. ”

Zhang Wenhao frowned, and said that the helicopter was bought by your family? Even if it's for the military, it's state property, and you weren't injured in the line of duty, so you were embarrassed to call a helicopter? This is different from the nature of the G65 that he drove Chen Feng, although Chen Feng's car has a military license plate, but the money to buy and maintain the car is his own, borrowed it by himself, and all the expenses are borne by himself, and these people seem to feel that the private use of public assets is a matter of course.

"He shouldn't move now, let's talk about it when there are signs of infection, the infection is not bleeding, and his life is not in danger in a short time."