Chapter 305 Groundwater

The operation continued, and the surgeon's mental state was experiencing a sustainable collapse.

The earthquake did not cause much substantial damage, but it made the already worrying sterile environment worse. Even if he used the greatest imagination of his two lives, he could not have imagined that there would be an earthquake during the operation and a pollution source falling from the sky.

Although he reacted in time and blocked the dust with cotton cloth, the particles invisible to the naked eye must be everywhere in the air now, and God knows what the concentration has reached.

Now we can only rely on God, hoping that he will see that the believers are injured in his own field and do something to reduce the chance of infection.

Kraft, who wanted to cry but had no tears, speeded up his hands again, trying to solve the problem faster.

However, it turns out that some things are not subject to subjective will. It is fastest to knock the bone with a chisel. Even so, he still knocked a circle on the bone a little slower than expected.

Then, with as uniform a force as possible, like opening the lid of a pressure cooker, open this thing and release the internal pressure.

The colloid substance, which was dazzlingly red and slightly dim in part, bulged out from the newly opened gap. Because of the large amount, it looked like an egg liquid that was about to coagulate in a pot, and it subtly fluctuated with the pressure.

Kraft gently used small round-headed pliers to clamp a relatively high degree of coagulation, picked it up and placed it on the cotton cloth in the tray. Against the background of the white background, the blood-stained clot looked like some kind of red parasite with cilia sticking out.

David finally couldn't hold it anymore and turned his head to make this scene disappear from his eyes, otherwise he might vomit. It was indeed right not to choose surgery that year.

Although there was no suction device, the whole cleaning process was not slow. The operation was similar to using a small spoon and chopsticks to clean a dish of soup with too much water, but it was necessary to avoid touching the bottom of the plate as much as possible.

It must be thankful that this was another case of epidural hemorrhage, otherwise the dura mater would have to be cut open, the blood would have been cleaned, and the meninges would have to be sewed back. This also reminded him of the importance of preparing an absorbable suture to deal with situations where the sutures could not be removed.

After checking and confirming that there was no active bleeding, Kraft began to close and suture the wound. After hesitating for a while, he still left a small silver tube, inserted it obliquely into the incision, wrapped it with suture thread twice more, and fixed it on the scalp.

It should have been part of the new experimental equipment, replacing the overly fragile glass tube in some places where transparency was not required, but Kraft unexpectedly discovered that, except for not being soft enough, this tube was actually very suitable for use as a drainage tube.

It is inevitable that there will be blood and exudate in such a large wound. In order to prevent accumulation, it is necessary to put a tube to guide it out.

Usually the drainage tube will be a hose made of rubber or some polymer material, connected to a negative pressure bag, but the conditions are limited, so it can only make do.

This makes the painting look more bizarre. The patient's head after suturing looks like a baseball with a silver straw inserted.

Finally, the patient's head was wrapped with several layers of tight but not tight, loose but not sagging bandages, and a tortuous operation finally came to an end.

Things are far from over. The patient will lie in an independent ward in the clinic for at least half a month of special care. There is no need to worry about cost-effectiveness. His survival is the most effective thing.

Before pushing the patient out of the operating room, Kraft opened the patient's eyelids for the last time. The vertical downward nystagmus still appeared from time to time. His consciousness was still wandering on the edge of the eternal sea of ​​death, being stirred by the deep tide.

"What's next?"

"Let him lie quietly, don't move around, take a small bottle to collect the liquid flowing out of the pipe, I want to know the daily amount." Kraft knew that what he could do here was over, and the patient's fate would be handed over to himself and probability.

It has to be said that doctors are all a little bit metaphysical. After all, medicine is far from exhausting the mysteries of life. Clinical experience always fluctuates between "Is this all possible?" and "Is this all impossible?"

After sending the patient to the ward, he walked around the remaining comatose patients. Those who may have only had concussions and mild cerebral contusions have begun to wake up. Thinking about the three major philosophical questions under the unfamiliar ceiling, it will take a while to fully recover.

And because of the less intracranial hematoma, the patients who chose conservative treatment did not deteriorate, and there was no trend of improvement for a while.

It would be nice to have antibiotics. At this time, I miss the antibiotics that cost the same as popsicles, even if they are not intravenous, but oral versions, so that I can choose a more active treatment method.

Daydreaming is good. Kraft immersed himself in the beautiful fantasy of "moldy oranges suddenly began to produce a large amount of antibiotics" for a while, reluctantly left the ward, and took Brother Wading to the room upstairs.

In a relatively confidential environment, they can finally talk about their views on the current situation.

"This is not an ordinary earthquake."

"Are you sure?" Just letting this speculation go through his mind, Wading felt that the hair on the back of his neck could open his collar and let the cool air from the ground pour in. "Some unnatural force caused the earthquake, but that's too..."

It's too exaggerated.

People can accept the existence of evil as a disaster, causing houses to be haunted, fields to be barren, water sources to be polluted, and at most invading churches, which is already a great thing.

To the extent that the entire city was shaken and a large-scale panic was unheard of and unseen. Not to mention that this city is Dunling, the religious center of the kingdom.

"And why today, just on the day we leave the city?"

Although it sounds a bit self-aware, the timing was really coincidental. Just as several of their insiders of the recent abnormal events were outside the city, an earthquake occurred in the city.

Is it possible that they are so shameless that they have to wait for a few tiny creatures that are worse than insects to them to go far away before letting the power that can shake the earth take a look?

"That's not necessarily true." Kraft also had this thought, but immediately found an explanation from another angle, "Our travel time is not determined by ourselves."

"What do you mean?" The monk sorted out all his thoughts from seeing the sky clearing up in the morning to traveling to Yorkcraft. He was very sure that every decision was completely voluntary, and no one tried to influence his subjective will.

"It is determined by the weather. We have wanted to visit Green for a long time, so we will definitely leave as soon as possible on the first day when the weather clears up. It is not a random choice."

Green's previous description of the heavy rain in the world on the other side of the dream brought inspiration. From the perspective of anomalies, changes in the weather in the present world should also be mapped to the deep layers, inducing beings in the deep layers to take various actions. This loose logic makes sense.

"Then why does rain cause earthquakes?" This is another question.

"Water table?"

Perhaps in other places it will take time for surface water to seep into the ground. In Dunling, a piece of land covered by a dense drainage system, the time difference between changes in precipitation and the rise and fall of groundwater levels has been greatly reduced.

Considering that sewers are guided, the water level changes caused may not be uniform, but may be drastic changes in groundwater levels in a specific area, stimulating things that are highly dependent on water.

"I have to go back to that hall as soon as possible."

Things are not entirely unclear. If there is a place that is closest to the answer, it must be in the deeply buried hall and under the huge hexagonal well that swallows water.

Thanks to the group friend for correcting me, "If you are a poor person, you should work harder". The direction of nystagmus is divided into fast phase and slow phase. The slow phase is the movement of tracking objects. The movement of jumping back to the original position is the fast phase, and the actual direction of nystagmus is is a fast phase, so all the "vertical upward tremors" in the first two chapters have been changed to "vertical downward tremors"! Σ

The consequences of not understanding the neurology and ophthalmology disciplines back then are now apparent (sadness)