Smith was a strong, muscular man, and it looked a little strange to be impaled by such a stick.

There are two possibilities, one is that Smith was more unlucky, and the stick happened to pass through his most vulnerable and soft place; The second is that the person who uses the wooden stick is a master.

In Zhu Tong's eyes, there is no coincidence, this wooden stick is very distinctive, and there is a carved handle at the handshake, which is very similar to the stick used on a paper umbrella. Such flashy decoration can only be a woman's thing. Then, the person who stabbed this stick should be the orchid fairy, maybe it is Liu Manxiang on the No. 9 operating table.

However, who left Liu Manxiang's injuries? Why is she there?

Smith's other wound was in the lower part, the genula, which was also traumatic, which was perhaps the most dangerous. From the outside, it was evident that it had been badly damaged, and the scrotum was swollen to the point of shining.

How can such an injury be treated? The little liar doesn't want to be cured, but he wants to be cured for Smith, and there is no way to do it. He had no formal medical training, and Wang's graduate courses focused on the theory of the nervous system and the human endocrine system.

The director of the urology department held a few CT films and looked at them side by side; Looking at his eyes, he seemed to be confused.

Overall, neither of Smith's injuries was fatal, and he should have been in shock when he arrived. So Zhu Tong was angry, comparatively speaking, Liu Manxiang was more dangerous, but the elite of the Ocean Hospital was concentrated here.

The director of cardiovascular surgery, the first assistant was the director of orthopedics, and the anesthesiologist was the director of anesthesiology. The head of the radiology department is also there. Everyone here should understand that Liu Manxiang's condition can't wait for the end of this operation.

The lives of rich people are really important, and the lives of rich Americans are even more important; Liu Manxiang seems to be relatively rich, and he seems to be a foreigner.

"Director Li, you're finally here." Wang Juefei stood beside the director of the urology department, all wearing masks, and the little liar was not without ideas.

"I just came out of Nine." Zhu Tong walked over to report on the previous operation.

Wang Juefei snorted, and pulled him close to Smith's lower body: "From the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, how should such an injury be done?" ”

"From the perspective of Chinese medicine?" Zhu Tong chattered and asked the director of the urology department; "From the perspective of Western medicine, how are you going to treat it?"

"Probably only excision." The director of the urology department is an old doctor who is more cautious, so he has the heart to seek the advice of a Chinese medicine practitioner. He pointed to the CT film in his hand and said, "The patient's right testicle is dislocated, and the tunica albugina is ruptured; Left testicular fragmentation,...... Fortunately, the scrotum is still intact. If treated conservatively, testicular atrophy and loss of spermatogenesis and testicular endocrine function may occur; If the surgery is performed now, the patient will most likely lose ...... sexual function. ”

"Then cut it." Zhu Tong was about to say this sentence casually, feeling a little immoral and not very scientific; Holding back a smile and asking, "What does the director mean?" ”

"I saw similar injuries when I was younger, when Western medical equipment was outdated and the patient was treated by a TCM practitioner without any sequelae. Even now, Western medicine has no better means than to remove such an injury. Director Li is a traditional Chinese medicine student, maybe there is any good way? ”

"Hmm......." Zhu Tong pretended to be thoughtful, took a probe stick from the nurse's hand, and played with Smith's scrotum.

Zhu Tong can still understand what the old director said, which probably means that if Smith's scrotum is opened, there is nothing Chinese medicine and Western medicine can do except treat him as a eunuch. The only hope now is that Smith's scrotum, though swollen and shiny, has not been opened, and as long as the swelling can be reduced, the rest will be easy.

Poke this shiny red thing with a needle? Zhu Tong still regrets his pair of treasure needles. Maybe try it first with a gold needle? Who kicked this kick, so insidious and precise, could it be a woman's work?

Zhu Tongzhen twisted out a gold needle, and was about to pinch his nose to tie it, when the C watch on his wrist vibrated slightly.

It was Qin Keqiang, who wanted to wish Tong to do his best to rescue Smith. No reason, but resolute.

The little liar's chest was suffocated, not because of the injury to his lungs, but because he couldn't get out of his bad breath; He could not harm Smith, and from the moment he walked in, he didn't think about saving him.

However, a bunch of people were watching him, and everyone saw that his golden needle had poked out ....... Seeing the shining golden needle, Zhu Tong suddenly woke up: this needle pricked, and the liquid filled in the scrotum leaked, not only abolished Smith, but also caused life-threatening if it caused infection.

Wang Juefei said softly: "Don't be nervous, I'd rather slow down if I'm not sure." Those outside don't have to worry, the consular and foreign affairs offices can't manage the hospital. I'll take care of the reporters. ”

Zhu Tong remembered the meal he had at noon, and sighed slightly, the government needs a successful operation, and Wang Juefei needs a beautiful victory to publicize it to the outside world; Why doesn't he need it? If Wang Juefei is finished, the little liar's free days in the Ocean Hospital will come to an end.

In the end, the little liar did not prick the golden needle, carefully fiddled with the probe rod a few times, and humbly said to the director of the urology department: "I am not sure, if there is any ......." ”

"Director Li doesn't have to be polite, I've seen your surgical case, it's very exciting, you only manage, and the dead horse is treated as a live horse doctor. If it doesn't work out well or someone says something, I'll testify for you. Hum! In such a case, even if the world's top surgical experts come, they will not be 30% sure. ”

How sure others are that the little liar doesn t care, and he didn t think about it as Qin Keqiang said, go all out to rescue Smith s male function, just don't harm him, as for the treatment, .......

"Shave, clean." As soon as Zhu Tong spoke, a nurse stepped forward, crouched beside Smith, and gently scraped the hair from his lower body with a sharp scalpel.

I don't know why, Zhu Tong felt very uncomfortable when he saw this scene, and immediately shouted to stop when he saw it. Reach out and take out the smallest dog skin plaster, rub it a few times, and stick it to the swollen scrotum like a fist.

"Please check it, the director of the reset, the reset of the reset, the ......, I'm sorry, there's a patient over there, I'm going over."

He didn't want to, and he didn't know how to organize the contents of the scrotum, so it was more appropriate for a Western medicine expert to do such a thing. Anyway, this guy won't be able to leave the hospital for a while, and it will take time to rectify him.

The head of the urology department is hesitating, is that okay? If a dog skin plaster will solve the problem, what good is it for those of them who have been trained for many years?

Wang Juefei was very confident in the little liar's dog skin plaster, he thought that Li Xiang had already been comprehensively examined, and Chinese medicine was originally a very strange science; Waved to the director of the urology department: "Don't be stunned. ”

The director of the urology department had no choice but to stretch out his hand, press down on the scrotum wrapped in dog skin plaster, and carefully arrange the two testicles to a roughly reasonable position.

Zhu Tong ran back to the No. 5 operating room, but fortunately, nothing happened to Liu Manxiang, and Wu Zhanming was the first assistant, which was more suitable than him.

Zheng Shurong fixed the last rib, and the trouble finally came, and Liu Manxiang's heart suddenly stopped beating.

Zhu Tong is most afraid of this, although Liu Manxiang's heart does not seem to be injured on the surface, but after such a heavy blow to his chest, there will definitely be invisible internal injuries, maybe in the lungs, maybe in the heart; When the acupuncture was anesthetized, he had already felt that the meridians on Liu Manxiang's chest were completely destroyed.

"I'll do it." The little liar had no choice but to stand on the operating table, adjust his breathing, and slowly poke out Feng Xinghao.

In the spar of the needle body, a black mist has already been refined; What Zhu Tong is doing now is to use this black mist to write and cure the characters and reorganize the meridians for Anne.

Zhu Tong still wrote the word "spirit", half a year ago, Zhu Tong wrote this word to save people is not very difficult; Now that he is injured, he is not sure whether he can write well or not, and what the effect will be.

Halfway through the writing of the word "Ling", Zhu Tong really felt a tightness in his chest, and his fragile lungs became heavier and heavier.

He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes slightly, closed his lips tightly, and forced himself to write the word "spirit" completely. The blood mist on Anne's chest rose, and with the word "spirit" as the center, a stream of essence was gathered.

The writing was finished, but Zhu Tong didn't have the strength to send them into Liu Manxiang's chest anyway; The word "spirit" is rising little by little, and there are signs of flying out of control, and in that way, Liu Manxiang will be finished.

Zheng Shurong knew that Zhu Tong was fine, but he hadn't started to cultivate such a complex word of governance, and only that one word "qi" had not been fully learned, so he could only watch Zhu Tong with his eyes.

The nurse stretched out her hand to wipe the sweat from the corners of Zhu Tong's eyebrows, but Zheng Shurong stopped silently, at this moment, a little accident may give away two lives: Liu Manxiang and Zhu Tong.

Finally, the spirit word began to lower and entered Liu Manxiang's chest. The paused heart began to beat again, and the indicators rebounded.

Zheng Shurong breathed a sigh of relief and began to suture the incision.

It was a long time before Zhu Tong sat back in the seat of Annie's head, and he kept his lips closed, and if there was no mask to cover it, he could see the bright red of his cheeks. The experience of using the word Zhumen this time is very strange. In the most dangerous moment, he once thought about giving up. If he gives up, Liu Manxiang will die on the operating table, and if he doesn't give up, he may have to accompany Liu Manxiang to hell together.

However, after passing through the most dangerous stage, Zhu Tong actually felt nameless relaxation; It is the relaxation of the whole body, the meridians are not the imaginary emptiness, but warm, and the wounds in the lungs seem to be a little lighter.

Uncle Zhu Huang once said that with Zhu Tong's cultivation, he can write words to save people at most twice a year; If after any time of writing and curing characters, he feels that the body is relaxed and the breath in the meridians flows more smoothly, it proves that his cultivation has gone further, which is the unique toughness of Peng Ma Gong and the subtlety of Zhu Men Zhi Zi Technique. Today's situation proves that the little liar's Peng Ma Gong has made a breakthrough and can learn the next word.

Half an hour later, the operation came to an end, Zheng Shurong sutured the last stitch, the nurse began to sort out the intubation and infusion, and Zhu Tong was still sitting there in a daze. He was reminiscing about what had just happened, why was this happening? Wasting one's work to heal one's illness is actually beneficial to one's own cultivation.

In the past, he didn't care about these at all, if it weren't for the habit of being beaten out with a stick by an old liar when he was a child, and he would not feel well if he didn't run Peng Ma Gong a few times every other time, he might have stopped practicing a long time ago. After being injured this time, Zhu Tong had to work hard to step up his cultivation, because the old liar said that only Peng Ma Gong could save him.

Therefore, during the period in the aromatherapy room of the Tianye Ranch, he could be regarded as cultivating day and night, which was equivalent to retreat. After returning to Shanghai, especially recently, I went to the aromatherapy center of Ocean Hospital for one or two hours every day to practice, and I gradually formed a habit. Unexpectedly, a breakthrough appeared at this life-and-death juncture.

Outside the operating room, Liu Xilan took two orchid fairies to greet Liu Manxiang and expressed her gratitude to Zheng Shurong repeatedly.

Zhu Tong changed his clothes and walked out, nodded to Liu Xilan, and said that Anne was fine and everything was going well.

Liu Xilan smiled reassuringly, knowing that now was not the time to speak, and left with the hospital bed car.

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