Chapter 181 Life and Death

"It's nothing, you don't need to be afraid, calm down."

Yuan Qiu's voice was faint, but like a magic voice, which instantly calmed the turmoil in the hearts of the four maids, brought them back to their senses quickly, and joined the ranks of assisting in the operation.

After the scalp was incised, the blade came out of its sheath. Although the skull was indestructible, it couldn't withstand the sharpness of the blade. The craniotomy went smoothly. The four maids were surprised and surprised, but they were afraid and didn't want to miss it.

Dredging is a delicate task. Without rich clinical experience, who would dare to do it rashly? There are as many nerves in the brain as a cow's hair, and it is easy to make mistakes with the naked eye. At this time, spelling is experience.

"Is this the blood clot in the prince's brain?" A maid asked in surprise as she watched Yuan Qiu take out a small lump of blood clot from the prince's brain.

Yuan Qiu nodded: "That's right, there is one more piece, don't be distracted, just keep an eye on the prince's condition, and let me know immediately if there is any pulse."

Yuan Qiu kept her eyes on her hands, and could only order the four inexperienced maids with stern words. Until today, she began to miss her colleagues in her previous life. Those who had assisted her on the operating table, there were one or two capable ones. It's such a difficult task.

When the last piece of blood was gone and Yuan Qiu was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a maid holding the pulse on the prince's wrist called out: "Doctor Yuan, the pulse of the prince is abnormal."

Yuan Qiu's heart tightened, and he quickly walked around in front of King Liang, and felt his neck pulse with the back of his hand, only to feel that the pulse was very weak, and it was getting weaker and weaker.

She turned around to get the needle bag, but before the needle bag was taken, the maid screamed again: "My lord's pulse is gone."

Another maid also shouted: "My lord's heartbeat seems to be gone."

The four little faces were suddenly pale, and they looked at Yuan Qiu in unison, losing their minds for a while.

Yuan Qiu rushed over quickly, and stretched out his hand to feel the neck vein again. As the maid said, the neck pulse was weak, and there was no heartbeat fluctuation. This is shock.

She immediately put down the needle pack, quickly performed chest compressions, and continued to give oxygen with artificial respiration.

Seeing such a bold behavior, the four maids were shocked, ashamed and frightened.

After dozens of chest compressions and artificial respiration, Yuan Qiu was almost exhausted, turned his head and shouted at the dazed maid: "Check the pulse again."

The maid had just regained her composure, and when she checked her pulse again, she found that the pulse was back again, although it was weak, but it was there anyway.

"With it, there is a pulse again."

Yuan Qiu stopped the first aid, quickly opened the needle pack, and used the nine-yin and nine-yang stimulating acupuncture method to fix the eight main points of Liang Wang's body, ensuring the unimpeded flow of the acupoints and promoting the recovery of his vitality.

After finishing all these tasks, she was relieved that King Liang's life was saved.

Although shock during surgery is common, it is not uncommon in clinical practice, but that is modern times, with all kinds of medical equipment readily available, oxygen, electric shock, adrenaline, these things are readily available, but this is ancient times, none of these things are available, All she could use were the oldest first aid methods.

If she hadn't possessed nine yin and nine yang acupuncture techniques, even if her benefactor came here today, King Liang would undoubtedly die.

This is also why King Liang should not have died, so he met her.

Although the operation process was not smooth, the ending was satisfactory.

After the properties of the anesthetic dissipated, King Liang woke up, his originally handsome face was slightly distorted by the excruciating pain.

"Yuanqin, my lord is in such pain, is there any good way to make him more comfortable?" Seeing her husband's unbearable pain, the wangfei couldn't bear it.

There is indeed a way, but she doesn't say that King Liang is not a good thing, and saving him is only out of her own job, but it is not her job to feel sorry for him, so she is powerless.