It's not that hard to open a hospital in another world, right?

Chapter 2 Pinch the liver door with bare hands

"Little Gretel...?"

The young man looked up at him blankly.Wu Zhouli ignored him, jumped to the side of the injured person, and swept around quickly—

No table.

No scooters.

There is no one that he can use as an operating table, a slightly higher platform...

A dead horse is a living horse doctor!Wu Zhou gritted his teeth.For surgeons, the entire area below the waist is equal to the sterile field, and kneeling on the ground is a complete violation of the sterile code.But... in this broken environment, don't worry about being sterile or not, let's save the life of the injured first!
While observing, he gave the order:

"You! Come here, press his arm on here! Press it tight, don't relax, yes! And here, on the leg, is where I pressed it, okay, press it! Press harder! You! Press and hold here! You Take his clothes off!"

"I can't take it off..."

"Then tear it open! Cut it open!"

The aura of the Deputy Chief Physician of the Emergency Department is fully distributed, and there is no disadvantage.

Three or four people around were supported by him so that their feet did not touch the ground.Press to stop bleeding, press to stop bleeding, undress for undressing, and boil water for boiling water.Everyone was so busy, the one who boiled the water ran in and out, flying back and forth in and out of the hut, and didn't even have time to talk to his companions.

Even the little priest was yelled at by Wu Zhou to hold the injured person's brachial artery with his left hand and the posterior tibial artery with his right hand.Because the pressing position was too weird, the whole person knelt on the ground and twisted into a strange shape...

It's not that no one doubts whether he understands or not.But in times of despair, as long as one person issues an order confidently, the rest will most likely follow instinctively:
It was like struggling in a flood.When you're about to lose your head, grab whatever you want—even a life-saving straw is fine!
Wu Zhou stared at the injured person, shouted an order in his mouth, and the person had already knelt down and touched the injured person's neck with his right hand.Take your own breath, and count the heartbeat of the injured person:

The heartbeat is fine.Less than 100... oops, it's getting faster and faster, there's likely to be a lot of bleeding!The carotid pulse is weakened, the face is pale, the skin is sweaty, the breathing is shallow and fast...

A series of information flashed through my mind quickly, and everything was troublesome.Blood pressure, blood pressure do not know.There is not even a mercury sphygmomanometer in the broken place!
Only by sight!

Fortunately, Wu Zhou has been in the emergency room for so many years, and he has been on the scene for 120 times. Whether the injured person is in critical condition and what injuries may be caused, he basically has an intuition when he catches the eye.With the appearance of this injured person, the probability of hemorrhagic shock is definitely not small!
The leather armor of the wounded has been scattered all over the place.The shirt was torn open, and the wound on the abdomen was shocking.A long gap, nearly 20cm in visual measurement, runs obliquely downward from the upper right abdomen and extends to the lower left abdomen!
Blood poured out one by one.Wu Zhou only glanced at it, his whole body froze, and his blood pressure burst through the top of his head.

MD!This amount of bleeding is not because the arteries are broken, but the liver, spleen and kidney are broken!

He casually touched his waist.The flickering dagger appeared in the palm of his hand, Wu Zhou didn't even think about it, his eyes were fixed on the abdomen of the injured person, and he raised the dagger.

Thankfully, the injured man actually had six-pack abs—the abdominal muscles were visible, indicating that the following anatomy was exactly the same as what he knew before: the rectus abdominis muscle under the skin, and the rectus abdominis muscle on the outside of the rectus abdominis The sheath, cut from the site of the rectus sheath with minimal damage, can avoid cutting nerves and blood vessels…  

In this magical world, the anatomical structure of the wounded, or human beings, must be the same as before!

Wu Zhou held his breath and cut along the wound on the injured person's abdomen next to the right rectus abdominis.Time was pressing, and no one helped him pull the hook and let him separate carefully and bluntly. Wu Zhou's knife directly cut through the anterior sheath, muscular layer, and posterior sheath of the rectus abdominis, and cut straight to the end.Another 10cm-long knife edge was pulled open at once, and black and red blood suddenly gurgled out.

"what are you doing!"

Kneeling across from the injured, the little priest who was ordered by Wu Zhou to press to stop the bleeding screamed almost to the point of breaking out.

Not only did he scream, but the little priest leaned forward, stretched out his arms, and instinctively stopped above the injured person's abdomen.With a tragic look on his face, every freckles on his little face reads "If you want to kill him, kill me first!"

Wu Zhou: "..."

Gee, that's why family members can't be put in the operating room.When you see the doctor cutting, cutting, and cutting on the patient, why don't you rush up and do your best?

Even Wu Zhou's complaints could only flash in his heart.He clenched the dagger in his right hand, and pushed the little priest with his left on the shoulder, pushing him backwards and falling out, roaring:

"Who let you go! Go hold him! If you don't hold him, you will bleed to death!"

"But you—"

"I'm saving people! He's bleeding in his stomach too! I have to stop the bleeding! Get out of the way!!!"

"Oh……"

The little priest shyly retracted back to his original position, twisted into his original posture again, and stretched his neck to look at the injured person's abdomen.Wu Zhou glanced at it and saw that the position and posture he pressed were still correct, so he turned his attention back to the injured person's abdomen.Turn the dagger sideways, use the back of the knife to push the abdominal muscles a little to the side, and look directly to explore——

"what is this?"

The little priest opposite asked.Wu Zhou did not lift his head, and continued to push open the abdominal wall:

"liver."

"Oh, it's the liver..."

The little priest grumbled and tried to see.Wu Zhou doesn't want to spray him anymore: the sterile environment around here is over, as long as this guy doesn't spray his saliva on the wound, let him go.The most important thing now is the injured liver!

Wu Zhou saw the liver at a glance.Fortunately, the position of the organs has not changed, and the anatomical structure has not changed.In this world of magic, humans have not grown any weirder, or grown an organ for spellcasting.

Left lobe of liver, right lobe of liver...

"Ahhhh, so much blood!"

"To shut up!"

Wu Zhou frowned.In the center of the bright red right lobe of the liver, a fissure runs downwards.And in the center of the crack, bright red arterial blood is constantly gushing out!
His previous judgment was correct, and there was indeed massive bleeding from an organ in his abdomen, and it was the liver that was bleeding!

Liver parenchyma laceration, deep... He didn't dare to look at it, and his visual inspection would not be shallower than 1cm, plus a lot of active bleeding——

This is definitely a third degree injury!Not the worst, but, but...

"You save him..." The little pastor was already in a panic, his voice was trembling and broken into a sentence: "Save, save him..."

Of course I want to save people!The problem is, this kind of injury is nothing in the emergency department, and it can definitely be saved, but in the wilderness, there is nothing to ask for!
Wu Zhou's heart was beating so fast that he almost broke his ribs.He leaned down, pulled open the abdominal wall with his left hand, and penetrated into the abdominal cavity of the injured person with his right hand.Lift the liver, push the stomach, poke the gut...

"what are you doing?"

asked the little priest tremblingly.Hearing that voice, I was so frightened that I was about to faint—but I was still observing.For the sake of his courage, Wu Zhou did not hesitate to explain a few more words:

"I'm looking to see if there is heavy bleeding in other organs. Well, no gallbladder, no spleen, kidneys... The kidneys are located at the back, so there is little possibility of damage, but I still have to check... Well, there is no obvious activity. Bleeding, great!"

"Well...and then what?"

Then?

Then comes the real challenge.Wu Zhou has been a doctor for more than ten years, and only twice has done so because of his compulsion.And in their entire provincial hospital, the doctors who dared to do this were dissatisfied with one hand.

Amitabha Buddha, Sanqing Dao Zun, Mother of God, whatever gods... Bless the anatomy of this injured person, but don't make any fools!

He took a deep breath and carefully pinched the portal artery and vein.

"Wow! Less blood! Less blood!...No more bleeding!"

The little priest cheered.The blood gushing out of the wounded instantly slowed down, from a rush to a trickle, and from a trickle to a leak.The hemostatic effect is visible to the naked eye.

(End of this chapter)