After Dai Kexiong was injected with penicillin injections, the young doctor had already cleaned Dai Kexiong's wounds.

Dai Kexiong's injury is indeed urgent, his left foot and a section of his calf are swollen so that the skin is shiny, the wound is long and deep, the color is white and gray, and it is irregularly turned out and sunken.

It was very hideous and terrifying to look at, and even though it had been cleaned, the wound still exuded a faint rancid smell.

Duan Huan took out the camera from his satchel and clicked at the wound, taking several photos from various angles.

"With such a disgusting wound, do you still want to take pictures?" The doctor asked, puzzled.

Duan Huan put the camera back in his satchel and continued to disinfect the wound while saying, "Keep the photos on file and make a medical case so that you can study and study in the future!" ”

Of course, she can't say that this is a photo taken for the purpose of negotiating conditions with the farm and leaving evidence of the impact.

The wound was still sticky after washing, and the pus from the inside of the wound continued to bubble out.

By simply squeezing, it was impossible to remove the pus, and Duan Huan decisively cut the wound with a scalpel for drainage.

As soon as the scalpel poked down, the red, red, yellow, and yellow fluid splattered outward in a spray.

The doctor, who was standing on the other side of the bed, quickly took two steps back, but there was still sticky pus on the snow-white coat.

He muttered a few words, "But I've only been wearing a new gown on the first day, and I haven't even seen it yet, and it's dirty!" ”

Duan Huan was not spared, but she was wearing dark colors today, but her mask and forehead and face were sprayed with pus.

I don't care about wiping it at all, what is this dirty, and there are many more nausea things to come.

The psychological quality is not strong enough, and it is really not suitable for the profession of a doctor.

After the pus drained, Duan Huan began to cut off the gray and rotten flesh inside and outside the wound with a scalpel.

The equipment of the sanitary point is simple, basically there is nothing, the kind of shadowless lamp for surgery is not to think about, even the general bulb, the wattage is not large enough.

The light is not enough to make up for the eyes, and she can only use her super high vision to make up for the lack of the surgical environment.

In fact, in the previous free clinic, Duan Huan would have some minor surgeries, but they were all very simple debridement and sutures.

This time it was different from before, the wound snaked from the ankle to the calf, which is where the blood vessels and meridians are dense.

If you don't pay attention to injuring the blood vessels and arteries, heavy bleeding will make the condition worse.

Nerve damage is basically a permanent injury, and the sequelae are a lifelong thing.

This is the first time that Duan Huan has systematically undergone excision surgery, and he is inevitably still a little apprehensive, coupled with the fact that the operating conditions and environment are not ideal, every string in his mind is tense.

The mental tension is high, and the body will also react accordingly, and a layer of fine beads of sweat oozes from the door of the brain.

The doctor opposite Duan Huan, although his medical skills were worrisome and his medical ethics were not necessarily good, the assistant still did a good job, and he quickly wiped the sweat beads on his forehead with gauze.

Although he was a little apprehensive in his heart, he made a decisive and swift action under the knife, and threw the cut carrion into the enamel plate without changing his face.

Mental power helped a lot at this time, and the meticulous observation allowed Duan Huan to accurately locate the location where the rotten flesh needed to be cut, and also allowed Duan Huan's knife to avoid the meridians and blood vessels as much as possible to avoid surgical accidents.

A little bit of carrion was removed, and at first the knife cut it, and what flowed out was a viscous mixture of pus and blood, and gradually the pus became less and less, and the color of the blood that flowed out became more and more normal.

Rejoicing in his heart, the color and texture of the blood tending to normal means that the carrion is about to be cleaned up.

He put down the knife and cleaned the wound with alcohol gauze, and then began to prepare for the wound to be sutured.

However, due to the recent debridement surgery, a lot of slough has been removed, and a cavity naturally appears under the skin, and the presence of this cavity will increase the possibility of reinfection.

Huan Huan can only cut off a piece of excess skin, try to use the skin to compact the wound, and then suture, and then compact and bandage the wound after suturing.

It is hoped that the skin and the normal muscle tissue underneath will heal together, so that over time, these removed muscles will slowly regenerate a part of it, reducing the impact on the movement of the legs and feet.

But with such a large debridement area, it is almost impossible for Dai Kexiong's leg to return to the functional level before the injury.

Even if it can heal smoothly and recover completely, there will be some sequelae.

However, if you pay attention to maintenance in your daily life, the impact of sequelae on your life is negligible compared to amputation.

Wan Huan finished tying the last knot on the stitched wound, and without even breathing for relief, he immediately used his hand to probe the temperature of Dai Kexiong's forehead.

"I've measured it with a thermometer just now, it's a little over 38 degrees, and the body temperature has begun to drop!" The doctor hurriedly said.

Duan Huan breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, as long as it's not a high fever, everything is easy to say!" ”

38 degrees is only one step away from a dangerously high fever for a normal person, but for a trauma patient, this temperature is normal.

Fever proves that immune cells are fighting against virus cells, and when the two phases conflict, the human body will naturally have a fever, as long as it is not a high fever of more than 39 degrees, then it is not a big problem.

"Comrade, you don't look very old, but you did such a good job in surgery, at what age did you start studying medicine?" The doctor asked as he cleaned the surgical instruments.

"I haven't studied for a few years, and this is the first time I've had such a long operation, do you have glucose?" If there is, I can lose some to Dai Lao, I'm afraid he will be dehydrated! ”

"There are fewer other medicines, but more glucose, otherwise those slackers on the farm will definitely be sick!" The doctor said half-jokingly, half-disdainfully.

Sick is one of the usual tricks to avoid labor in the era of collectivism.

For farms like Menglong, which do not produce grain, the division of labor is directly linked to wages, but it has little to do with rations.

Anyway, there is not much pay for exhausting work, and there is no worry about food and drink when rations are given according to the head, and many people will choose to infuse glucose at the health point from time to time and pretend to be sick to avoid work.

Although the act of fishing in troubled waters is wrong, there are obvious drawbacks and problems in the distribution of labor fruits according to work.

After Dai Kexiong infused a large bottle of glucose, he slowly woke up, and fed him half a cup of warm water so that his throat could make a sound.

"Little comrade, you're a doctor who just came to the farm, right?"

Before Duan Huan could speak, the doctor next to him grabbed the conversation first, "I hope this comrade is a new doctor, but Lao Dai, people came to see you, and they just saved your life, you don't know anyone?" ”

"Hello Dai Lao, although we haven't met, I often hear my ancestors talk about your heroic deeds!" Said with a smile.

Dai Kexiong waved his hand dejectedly, "The hero doesn't mention the courage of the year, I fell into this step, and I am embarrassed to recall the past!" But girl, what's your last name? ”

"Dai Lao, my surname is Xu, and my big name is Xu Duhuan!" Huan reported his name, and like Dai Kexiong, he tacitly did not reveal the name of Grandpa Xu.

Dai Kexiong's slightly cloudy eyes stared at Duan Huan for a long time before he said, "You still look quite similar to Lao Xu, is he okay?" ”

As soon as Huan Huan wanted to speak, the door of the sanitary point was kicked open with a "bang".