Chapter Eighty-Seven: Thaumaturgy Saves People

Han Fei's name as a miracle doctor can be said to be a household name in Gaochun County, and as soon as everyone heard that he was coming, they quickly cheered and dodged a way. This is not the time to be polite. Han Fei agreed slightly, and followed Song Bantou to a show building behind.

The environment of the show building is quiet, and the carved railings and paintings show that Cuilan's status in the Furong Building is very high. There are some richly dressed people standing downstairs, all of whom are fans of Cuilan. Go up the escalator to the second floor, the floor space is very large, there are two rooms inside and outside, the layout is quite elegant, revealing the owner's good taste. Come to think of it, if Miss Cuilan were a vulgar fan, she would not become the Oiran of the city.

Outside, a few people gathered together to discuss something in a low voice, and a gorgeously dressed middle-aged woman, presumably an old bustard, sat on a chair next to her and wiped away her tears. There were several women's cries in the room, and Miss Cuilan should be inside.

"Old bustard, Doctor Han is here, Miss Cuilan is saved!"

Song Bantou shouted loudly, and the middle-aged woman looked at Han Fei with all the Langzhong. The middle-aged woman was stunned for a moment, and immediately rushed to Han Fei, knelt on the ground, and cried: "Doctor Han, you are merciful and merciful, save Cuilan's life!" ”

Han Fei didn't have a good attack on Song Bantou's babbling, so he first bowed his hand to the room Langzhong, and then said to the middle-aged woman: "You get up, since I am here, I will do my best!" However, you also have to be mentally prepared, after all, the patient is bleeding profusely, and if the time limit for rescue has passed, I can't do anything! ”

Saving people is like fighting fire, so Han Fei is no longer polite and walks into the inner room.

The brocade tent on the bed had been pulled off, and a good-looking young girl was lying flat on the bed, her face was as white as paper, her eyes were closed, and she seemed to have entered a deep coma.

Han Fei lifted the brocade quilt and looked up and down, the clothes on Miss Cuilan's lower body were covered with blood, the blood stains were bright, and it seemed that the bleeding time was not long. He checked Cuilan's pulse first, and then her heartbeat, which was extremely faint but not gone.

"Who carries the golden needle?" Han Fei turned around and asked the Lang Zhong who followed up.

"Rotten here!" An elderly man quickly handed over a box of gold needles.

Han Fei also instructed the old bustard to light a candle, burn the gold needle on the candle flame, and insert it into the acupuncture point near Cuilan's heart when it cools down, protecting her heart and stopping the blood from continuing to drain.

"Don't cry!" Han Fei shouted to several crying women beside the bed: "Hurry up and prepare hot water, it is best to cool it with boiling water, add a little refined salt, and scrub the lower body of Miss Cuilan!" ”

After blasting away those women, Han Fei said to Song Bantou and Lao Bustard: "You send two fast horses, take my name card, go all the way to Han's pharmaceutical workshop to get emergency medicines, go all the way to Han's residence to find Miss Ling'er, and bring the wooden box for medical treatment in Han's study!" Be fast, don't delay on the road! ”

After Song Bantou and the old bustard ran out, the old man who handed the golden needle just now came over and asked, "Doctor Han, can Miss Cuilan still be saved?" ”

"Senior, Xiao Ke is a little familiar with medical skills, and he can't be called a miracle doctor! Miss Cuilan did lose too much blood, but her physique is not bad, there is still a glimmer of life, Xiao Ke has already used the technique of golden needles to pass through the acupoints, protected her heart, and is ready to administer drugs and surgeries to activate her life potential, whether she can succeed in the end, can only say that she is only half sure, and half depends on her own will to survive! ”

"The old man has long heard that Doctor Han is a god of medicine, and he has pulled people back from the Hades Palace several times, and I believe that he will succeed today! Doctor Han, the old man dared to ask to watch from the sidelines, and I hope to allow it! ”

"Welcome seniors to visit!" Han Fei saw that the other Lang Zhong was also eager to try, and hurriedly said: "Everyone stay, medical skills are used to treat diseases and save people, there is nothing to hide, when he is free, Han is also willing to discuss and communicate with everyone!" ”

"Thank you Doctor Han!" All the Lang Zhong were very curious about Han Fei's medical skills, and naturally no one wanted to miss the opportunity to observe.

While everyone was chatting, the woman who had just gone out came in again with a bucket and a wooden basin, Han Fei tested the water temperature, added some refined salt appropriately, and then asked those women to go into the room to scrub Cuilan. Sick and not taboo doctors, Han Fei called two Lang Zhong together to assist those women in changing clean clothes for Cuilan girl.

Not long after, the person who went to the Han family pharmaceutical workshop to pick up the medicine came back first, Han Fei took out a bottle of finished medicine from the cloth bag, poured out five pills, and said to the woman next to him: "Bring a bowl of boiling water, melt this medicine, and then feed it to Miss Cuilan to drink!" ”

At this time, a Lang Zhong picked up the finished medicine that Han Fei put on the table and asked, "Doctor Han, is this the finished medicine introduced on the civil declaration?" What does this pill do? ”

"Yes, this is a hemostatic medicine!" Han Fei took out the other two bottles of medicine in the cloth bag and said, "These two bottles are anti-inflammatory drugs and blood tonic medicines!" The reason why Miss Cuilan was bleeding profusely was because of the improper handling of the fetus and the lining of the uterus, so she only needed to stop the bleeding from the internal wound, prevent infection, and replenish the blood! ”

"Oh, why isn't this blood tonic pill a pill?" A Lang Zhong shook the medicine bottle and said strangely.

Han Fei smiled and said: "Yes, the special blood tonic newly developed by this pharmaceutical workshop, the water agent, needs to be injected directly into the patient's blood vessels through special instruments!" ”

Han Fei's words, for those Lang Zhong, unheard of, unbelievable, those Lang Zhong rolled their eyes and were stunned. But Han Fei didn't want to explain too much, facts speak louder than words, let them see it with their own eyes after a while, and they will naturally understand.

I didn't let everyone wait long, and another fast horse came back.

"Oh, Ling'er, why are you here too?" Han Fei saw Ling'er holding a wooden box and trotting in all the way, and hurriedly asked.

Ling'er gasped and said, "Childe, this thing is too expensive, the slave doesn't worry about letting others take it!" ”

"You girl, if you want to come and see, just say it, don't make excuses!" Han Fei scolded with a smile, took the wooden box, and walked into the inner room.

In fact, Ling'er was right when she said that the objects in the wooden box were expensive. There is a syringe in the wooden box, which is carefully made by Han Fei in combination with the knowledge of later generations, the needle and needle are made of sterling silver, and the needle tube is inlaid with a piece of crystal as a perspective mirror. The needle tube is not round, and in order to fit with the crystal, Han Fei had to make it square. Unexpectedly, his helpless move became the standard shape of the syringe in the future, which made him cry and laugh.

"Ling'er, prepare to disinfect and dispense!"

Ling'er skillfully followed Han Fei's instructions and cooperated one by one.

Han Fei first used a syringe to push the blood tonic medicine into Cuilan's blood vessels, and then examined her in detail, and said: "Miss Cuilan has lost too much blood, the only way is to give an emergency blood transfusion, who is willing to donate a little blood?" ”

When everyone heard that blood was going to be drawn, they all took a big step back nervously, as if they were going to be forcibly drawn by Han Fei.

Han Fei saw everyone's expressions in his eyes, and he could understand it, after all, people in this era have backward concepts. He rolled up his sleeves and said to Ling'er: "Ling'er, come, draw my blood!" ”

"Childe-" Ling'er cried and shouted, refusing to move.

"It's okay to draw a little blood, you still don't believe me? Saving someone's life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, this is a collection of virtue, come on! ”

Everyone saw from the perspective mirror of the syringe that Han Fei's blood had been drawn out, and they were all stunned, how could they have heard of this kind of medical technique to save people? The girls from the Qinglou were even more moved to tears.