bookcurios Chapter 260 Reducing Fever
Chapter 260 Reducing Fever
Shen Yan's voice was clear and urgent, and every command was concise and clear.
"Mom, bring in all the hot water. You all go out first and don't come in to disturb us!" She gave the instructions while wrapping herself in a headscarf and putting on a homemade cotton mask. She handed one to Uncle Jiang, who hurriedly took it, looking nervous but quickly putting it on.
Zhao looked at her daughter with worried eyes. Her throat seemed to be choked by something and she could only squeeze out one word: "Yan'er..."
"Mom, don't worry, nothing will happen. You go out and wait for me." Although Shen Yan's tone was light, it carried unquestionable strength.
She didn't have time to explain further, and quickly sprayed the area around the surgery with strong alcohol to try to minimize the risk of infection. Zhao led the children out of the room, her body softened, and she squatted at the door, waiting anxiously.
"Uncle Jiang, the scalpel must be thoroughly disinfected with alcohol!" Shen Yan's voice was calm and decisive.
"After disinfection, they have to be passed through a flame again and arranged according to the numbers." As she spoke, she handed Uncle Jiang a small can of homemade alcohol, which was distilled using a special method and had a very high concentration.
Uncle Jiang faced such an emergency situation for the first time and was a little flustered at first, but as Shen Yan gave orders in an orderly manner, his heart gradually calmed down and he began to follow the instructions step by step.
Shen Yan raced against time to process the gut, repeatedly washing it with hot water and alcohol, carefully peeling off the innermost film, soaking it in alkaline water, wringing it out, and making it into sutures for surgery. This is an extremely meticulous job with cumbersome steps, but at such a critical moment of life and death, every minute and every second is precious.
Song Yunfeng's wound began to bleed again, and Shen Yan quickly pulled out the silver needle used to fix it.
With hands disinfected with alcohol, she deftly opened the wound on the abdomen and carefully searched for the bleeding point. At this moment, an astonishing scene happened - Shen Yan actually pulled out a section of intestine from Song Yunfeng's abdomen!
Uncle Jiang was so shocked that he almost lost his voice. This moment was like a dream beyond imagination for him. He stared blankly at how Shen Yan calmly cleaned it, found the exact position, put it in, took it out, and finally sewed it up with needle and thread in a smooth and flowing motion. Is this the legendary laparotomy suturing technique?
"Give me forceps No. 7." Shen Yan's voice was calm and decisive.
"Pliers No. 7, here they come!" Uncle Jiang suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly lowered his head to look for it in the tool tray.
He was deeply shocked by the scene before his eyes, and his eyes were filled with indescribable awe when he looked at Shen Yan again. How lucky he was in this life to be able to witness this kind of medical skill that only existed in legends.
Could it be that this was a fateful coincidence that led me to accidentally become a disciple of a miracle doctor?
Shen Yan quickly fixed three bleeding points, including two ruptured blood vessels and one intestinal rupture. After thoroughly cleaning and confirming that there was no new bleeding, she began to suture the muscles and skin.
She glanced sideways and saw that although Uncle Jiang looked pale, he did not show excessive discomfort. The situation was urgent, and now was obviously not the time to answer questions.
Finally, the last layer was sewn up, Shen Yan breathed a sigh of relief, straightened her back, and wiped the sweat on her forehead with her sleeve. She bent down again, got close to Song Yunfeng's chest, listened to the gradually stable heartbeat, and then gently lifted his eyelids to check the reaction of his pupils to confirm that everything was moving in the right direction.
The alcohol was already exhausted, and she had to take out the remaining alcohol once again and use it for the final comprehensive disinfection. Every drop was carefully applied to the skin around his wound, and even to other parts of his body, as if to take away all the filth and danger.
She applied the precious golden wound medicine, which she had obtained after much trouble. It was said to have a miraculous effect on wound recovery. She pressed gently with her fingertips to ensure that the medicine could penetrate deep into the skin. Then, she took a roll of clean cotton bandage. Her fingers were like dancing butterflies, gentle and skilled, winding around little by little, and each one was a manifestation of care and concern.
At this time, Jiang Zhen on the side finally couldn't help but speak, with a hint of uneasiness in his voice: "Is this considered the process completed? But why doesn't he have any reaction at all, as if..." He hesitated to speak, but the worry in his eyes was hard to conceal.
"I used anesthesia on him. He won't wake up in the short term." She explained with a firm tone, "Whether he can get better depends on tonight. As long as he can get through the fever, he should be fine."
"Fever? Why do you have a fever?" Jiang Zhen frowned and asked. He was not unfamiliar with this symptom. In the past, doctors who tried to perform laparotomy often failed because the patient had a fever after the operation, and the final result was often the arrival of death. Fever, in this case, seemed to be synonymous with failure.
"This is because there may be some invisible microorganisms on our clothes, hands, and even in the air. Once they invade the human body, they will multiply rapidly, just like lurking poisonous snakes, silently harming the human body, and naturally causing fever." She explained, revealing a sense of helplessness in her words, because this risk is almost unavoidable unless in a sterile environment.
"So, I've made preparations and have asked people to prepare antipyretic drugs in advance." There was a decisiveness in her words, as if no difficulties could stop her determination to protect him.
"Uncle Jiang, see where you can find some door panels or similar hard objects. We need to carry him to our bedroom. I'll go over there and clean up first." After Shen Yan finished speaking, she turned around and lightly stepped over the threshold, leaving only a faint silhouette.
Uncle Jiang noticed the slight dip in her voice and wondered to himself, was this due to deep concern for Lin's safety, or was it simply due to physical and mental exhaustion?
As soon as Shen Yan's figure disappeared from her sight, Zhao suddenly stood up, as if she had waited for her loved ones outside the operating room every time in the past, quietly and tenaciously, proving her support and expectations with her actions.
"Mom, it's okay. Everything will be fine when my husband wakes up. You can go see him first." Shen Yan tiptoed into the room she shared with Song Yunfeng, replaced the sheets and bedding with new ones, removed the curtains that symbolized the distance between them, and created a quiet and warm healing space.
Uncle Jiang took great pains to find half of an abandoned door frame, covered it with soft bedding, and together with Mrs. Zhao, he carefully and steadily transferred the unconscious Song Yunfeng to the bedroom.
At this time, Jiang Zhen was busy in the kitchen, making a decoction that could help reduce fever. The flames licked the medicine pot, emitting a bitter yet warm scent.