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Chapter 295 Traditional Chinese Medicine and Western Medicine
Hearing Wang Huashan's words, the attending doctor Zhang first listened to Wen Xiange's heartbeat and breathing, then looked at the pupils, then carefully looked at the wound, asked how much blood was lost, and nodded in agreement with the treatment plan.

Then I ordered two nurses, one to draw blood to test the blood type, and the other to clean and bandage the wound.

"Old sir, your surname, your medical skills are really amazing. The wounded lost so much blood and was delayed for more than an hour. It is a miracle that the wounded can still maintain the current state." The attending doctor walked to Wang Huashan after giving instructions. asked solemnly.

"My surname is Wang, and my medical skills are not very good. It's just that it's easy to get needles." Wang Huashan waved his hands, and he was not humble. Let him understand that his medical skills still have a lot of deficiencies and things to learn.

The western medicine that made him scoff before actually has a lot of advantages. For example, blood transfusion is very effective for excessive blood loss.

If we simply rely on traditional Chinese medicine to slowly wait for the patient to wake up on his own, and then prescribe blood-enriching medicine, the effect will be slow, and the patient will suffer.

"This is you?"

While the two were talking, Wang Huashan saw that the time was almost up and then stepped forward and began to twist the silver needles.

Seeing this, the attending doctor Zhang asked curiously.

"Bleeding the wounded, the blood loss is too low, the blood pressure is too low, and the blood circulation ability is too weak. If the brain has no blood supply for a long time, it will cause brain damage to the wounded." Wang Huashan replied while twisting the silver needle. .

"The old man also knows our western medicine very well."

Hearing a series of professional western medicine terms, Dr. Zhang was very surprised. He met some doctors of traditional Chinese medicine, and he didn’t know much about western medicine. There are really not many.

"Hehe, Chinese medicine and Western medicine have their own advantages. As long as it is a good method for patients, we should study hard." Wang Huashan said with a smile.

"Mr. Wang's idea, um, is very good, and it is worth learning from all of us doctors." Dr. Zhang said with admiration.

The blood type test was very fast. After two days of chatting, the blood type was tested, but...

"Director Zhang, the injured person has type O blood, and we don't have type O plasma in our blood bank right now."

Xiao Chenggong, who was squatting next to Wen Xiange, stood up immediately after hearing the words.

Excitedly said: "Why is there no O-type blood, then me, me, give me a test to see if I have O-type blood."

As he spoke, he was about to take off his coat and pull up his sleeves.

He never needed blood transfusions since he was a child, and he didn't know his blood type.

"Help him have a test, and then ask the current staff on duty in the hospital who has type O blood, and call the third hospital to ask if they have type O plasma in their blood bank." Dr. Zhang nodded and ordered one by one.

If he usually encountered this kind of hemorrhage, or patients with excessive blood loss without plasma, he definitely couldn't be so calm and calm, but now that Mr. Wang is in charge, the patients can wait a while, and they still have time to arrange, so there is no need to worry too much. nervous.

"Okay." The nurse hurriedly nodded and turned around to make arrangements.

But Xiao Chenggong glanced at Wen Xiange and saw that the person was still calm, so he followed to the nurse's station.

The result was quite surprising. Xiao Chenggong also had type O blood.

Well, now you don't have to bother anyone else.

Xiao Chenggong heard that he was also type O blood, he was relieved and hurriedly said: "Quickly draw blood."

(End of this chapter)