The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1107

Chapter 1107: 534 The God of Killing’s Pampering (Three More)

Medical Officer Tong was terrified, knowing that you use this thing to prick people, but there’s no need to do it for the living!

There’s no liquid medicine!

However, the next second, a stream of gas leaked out from the other end of the needle, and Medical Officer Tong saw the patient’s swollen chest slowly collapse.

To say it collapsed isn’t quite right, it’s more appropriate to say it returned to normal.

After that, the patient’s previously very difficult breathing also became smooth.

Medical Officer Tong found it hard to believe, he had encountered this condition while practicing medicine at the frontier; some were caused by injuries, while others arose spontaneously. None of the doctors at the frontier had a solution, they could only watch the patient wait for death.

So... just pricking with a needle would do?

"It’s not just about pricking with a needle, but using the puncture to release the gas from the pleural cavity..." Gu Jiao had barely finished speaking when Mo Qianxue suddenly gave a cough.

She was covered in injuries, even a slight cough was fatal, and sure enough, Gu Jiao heard a small crackle.

Her ribs had broken.

Or it would be more accurate to say they were already broken, but this cough caused the fractured ribs to shift, making the situation worse.

Her chest cavity swelled up again, and her blood pressure continued to plummet sharply.

Medical Officer Tong had seen Gu Jiao use a sphygmomanometer in the wounded soldiers’ camp; he understood this was a very dangerous sign, and he was dumbfounded: "What’s happening? Suddenly——"

"Acute pyopneumothorax!" Gu Jiao took a negative pressure water seal bottle out of her first aid kit, filled it with saline, and attached the drainage tube.

"Hold the bottle two taels lower," she told Medical Officer Tong.

"Eh!" Medical Officer Tong placed the water seal bottle two taels below the level of the bed, finding a stool that was just the right height.

Gu Jiao pulled the puncture needle out of Mo Qianxue’s chest.

After applying local infiltration anesthesia, Gu Jiao cut a tiny window with the scalpel and inserted the other end of the drainage tube into Mo Qianxue’s chest cavity.

If the drainage process wasn’t smooth, they would have to perform thoracotomy on Mo Qianxue, who had already lost too much blood. Another major surgical procedure would likely be fatal.

There was no movement in the water seal bottle for a full thirty seconds, and just as Gu Jiao was about to take out the anesthetic in preparation for thoracotomy, bubbles finally started forming in the bottle.

Gu Jiao’s expression was always calm, showing no signs of joy or sorrow, but Medical Officer Tong could still feel the change in her aura.

"Is it okay now?" asked Medical Officer Tong softly.

"It’s a good sign." Whether the drainage would be clean had to be seen in the follow-up. Gu Jiao looked at the wound on Mo Qianxue’s thigh, "Now, prepare for the suturing surgery."

Medical Officer Tong put on gloves and began to adeptly load the scalpel blades.

Beyond the fractured rib and pyopneumothorax, Mo Qianxue had two other fatal injuries: one was a ruptured artery in her thigh, and the other was an abdominal knife wound.

She had lost too much blood. Gu Jiao didn’t know how she still had a breath of life left in her.

She needed a blood transfusion, yet after testing the blood type of everyone in the Medical Hall, only Gu Jiao’s matched hers.

"I’ll leave the final suturing to you," Gu Jiao told Medical Officer Tong.

Medical Officer Tong nodded solemnly.

Gu Jiao sat down next to Mo Qianxue, attached a single-use leukocyte filter to the infusion tube, and started to transfuse her own blood into Mo Qianxue.

Medical Officer Tong didn’t know exactly how much blood Gu Jiao had transfused to the patient. He just watched as Gu Jiao’s rosy cheeks gradually turned pale, but he couldn’t afford to be anxious, for haste would lead to mistakes, and mistakes meant Gu Jiao would have to give more blood.

Medical Officer Tong forced himself to calm down.

What would Dr. Gu do if she was suturing?

Thinking this, his trembling hands began to steady.

When the last wound had been sutured, Gu Jiao had already leaned back in her chair and fallen asleep.

Outside, the room reflected vast swathes of radiant snowlight, making it hard to tell if dawn was breaking.

Medical Officer Tong was drenched with sweat and exhausted, but he didn’t rest immediately. He meticulously followed all the steps Gu Jiao would take after a surgery to handle all the medical supplies.

Gu Jiao had never actually taught him, he had learned everything through observation.

He was very careful, and Gu Jiao trusted him, or else she wouldn’t have allowed herself to fall asleep.

When Medical Officer Tong finally breathed a sigh of relief, the patient on the operating table, Mo Qianxue, slowly awoke.

Mo Qianxue only woke up very briefly.

She saw a youth wearing a mask and strange clothes sitting on a chair next to her. Their arms were connected by something, and the youth’s blood was flowing into her body.

...

Medical Officer Tong had not noticed Mo Qianxue waking up; by the time he closed the first aid kit and turned around to check on Mo Qianxue, she had once again lost consciousness.

Medical Officer Tong measured Mo Qianxue’s blood pressure and found that it was not too bad.

He stopped the transfusion.

He called out to Gu Jiao a few times: "Dr. Gu, Dr. Gu."

Unfortunately, Gu Jiao did not respond to him, perhaps she was exhausted, or perhaps... a bit weak from too much blood loss.

Not wanting to disturb her further, Medical Officer Tong found a blanket and covered her with it.

Next was to move Mo Qianxue to the bedchamber. Though he was a man, he had little strength... so he had to ask for help.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a tall, slender figure standing in the corridor.

Very tall, wearing a light blue cloak, the light from the snowfield reflected on his face, showcasing his jade-like delicate features.