Looking at the medicinal soup that had been placed aside, Wen Wanwan nodded with great satisfaction.

"Okay, you can boil the rest slowly, I'll take these first."

"Good!"

Bai Han nodded stiffly, wiped the sweat from his face, changed his posture, and stirred the last medicine jar.

Just as he was getting his stuff ready, there was an urgent horn outside the door.

Two figures carried an incubator and rushed into the aid station.

"Late, late, ventilator!"

Hearing the voice, Wen Wanwan quickly rushed downstairs with a hand-pressure ventilator.

Looking at the big guy in the incubator, his face suddenly became serious.

Maomao's whole body is brownish-gray, and he looks a little fierce, but his two pointed ears and his fat body are full of a different kind of joy.

It's just that at this time, its breathing was already a little weak, and a pair of painful eyes looked towards Wen Wanwan.

Wen Wanwan saw that the oxygen in the incubator had reached the warning threshold, quickly connected the breathing tube into the incubator, and kept pressing with her hands to feed Maomao.

"Give me the inspection report!"

Hearing Wen Wanwan's words, a figure following behind quickly turned out a stack of A4 papers from the bag and handed it to Wen Wanwan.

After a few quick glances, Wen Wanwan also had an understanding of Maomao's general situation.

"Let's talk about it first, I can only say that I will do my best, and I can't guarantee whether I can save it."

"I know that no one can say that there is 100% certainty in explosive myocarditis."

Seeing that several people were clear, Wen Wanwan also beckoned the two of them to carry the incubator to the operating room.

After Wen Wanwan sent the group out, she closed the door of the operating room, threw the live broadcast room aside, and directly fed Mao Mao a pill that Bai Han had just rubbed out.

In fulminant myocarditis, if normal medical assistance, the main thing is to stimulate the heart activity with adrenaline, and to maintain life through fluids and blood pressure raising operations.

It's just that this method only treats the symptoms but not the root cause, although it can maintain life for a short time, but once it recurs many times, the body will sooner or later become resistant to drugs.

Moreover, adrenaline cannot be used without moderation, and the slightest carelessness can easily cause sudden death of animals.

For druids, the treatment of myocarditis can be broadly divided into two parts.

The first is to maintain vital signs, ensure the normal activity of the heart, and supply blood to the whole body.

The second is to solve the problem of edema and dysfunction of myocardial tissue.

The former is easy to deal with, and it can withstand as long as a few pills go down.

But the latter is extremely troublesome, and eliminating myocardial edema is not such a simple problem, because it is too close to the heart, and the slightest carelessness can easily cause a chain reaction.

This time the situation was serious, and Wen Wanwan did not use the instruments in the operating room, but used her mental power to observe Maomao's state throughout the whole process.

As the pills that had just been fed gradually took effect, the big guy's originally weak breathing also had a slight link.

Although equally weak, at least barely stabilized his vital signs.

Wen Wanwan felt the frequency of the big guy's heart beating again, and then picked up the medicinal soup that had been cooled.

The fader directly pushed off the hair on the periphery of the big guy's heart, pinched a trick with his fingers, and then Wen Wanwan quickly picked up three silver needles and pierced them.

Acupuncture points are not only available in humans, but also in animals.

It's just that at present, in animal medicine, there are more Western researches, and there are not many animals themselves.

In addition, the acupuncture points in the body of each animal are strange, and the time spent on studying this aspect can be called unimaginable.

Wen Wanwan also relied on her mental power and druid's spells to find the acupuncture points on Mao Mao's body that were in charge of the heart in a short period of time.

Reaching out and taking the medicinal soup that had been placed aside, he kept applying it to the skin around his heart.

That's right, this thing is not for internal use, but for external use.

As Wen Wanwan continued to smear, the little guy also lay on the bed and hummed.

For Mao Mao, after taking a pill, his breathing has become much smoother.

Now, with the continuous rubbing of the warm evening, I can feel a warm current constantly pouring into the heart.

By the time all the jars of medicine were finished, it was already an hour later.

Even Wen Wanwan's physical strength felt a sore arm, especially the wrist with the most serious force, and there was a feeling of weakness.

But after this operation, Maomao's state at this time has finally improved.

Although the body was still tied to the bed, a pair of eyes couldn't stop looking around, and the two pointed ears also moved.

Seeing that Maomao had recovered a lot, Wen Wanwan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But this treatment is not the end, and the current recovery can only be regarded as temporary, because the drug has worked and temporarily suppressed the problem of myocarditis.

Once these drugs have lost their effect, what awaits Mao Mao will only be a more difficult situation.

Wen Wanwan took a deep breath, pinched her fingers again, and a pure spiritual power suddenly poured into Mao Mao's body.

Then Wen Wanwan pinched the three silver needles again and pierced them near its heart.

Looking at the pain in the big guy's eyes, Wen Wanwan frowned tightly and kept turning the silver needle.

"Hiss, hiss."

Maomao's painful screams suddenly rang out inside the operation.

And as the screams came out, the little look in its eyes weakened again.

As a drop of water mixed with donated blood appeared on the silver needle, Wen Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief.

One drop, two drops, and when the periphery of the silver needle was already covered with this kind of blood and water, Wen Wanwan pulled out the silver needle.

Fortunately, this guy has a good will to survive and survived the most painful process.

Now, although the edema has not completely disappeared, at least it is not life-threatening.

Rubbing its chest with gauze, Wen Wanwan also pulled out the silver needle.

After stuffing another pill, he untied the rope that bound it.

"Let's go, there's still a medicinal bath in a while, hold on!"

The process of treatment is never so easy, not only the doctor is tired, but the patient also feels a kind of pain.

But everything is for the sake of living, and only living is qualified to say suffering.

As the lights in the operating room dimmed, a group of people who were originally sitting outside instantly stood up and leaned towards the door.

Wen Wanwan pushed the car and opened the door, and there were a pair of anxious eyes.

"Fortunately, I didn't lose my life!"

In a word, everyone was full of smiles.

"Now this explosive myocarditis is no longer life-threatening, but the next treatment still needs your cooperation with me."

(End of chapter)