dognovel Chapter 500 Minor Surgery
Chapter 500 Minor Surgery
This statement shocked everyone. Could someone really not feel pain when their stomach is cut open?
Or perhaps the pain in the stomach and intestines overshadowed the pain of the flesh being torn open.
In short, driven by curiosity, these doctors opened their eyes.
"The silver needles contain anesthetic, which can relieve local pain when inserted into the body," Lin Ping explained while performing the surgery.
"Anesthetic? What kind of medicine is this?" The doctors were very curious. They picked up a silver needle and stuck it into their own wounds, immediately feeling a numbness.
"It's a medicine made primarily from datura flowers. I'll write the prescription down on paper later," Lin Ping continued.
As the wound widened, more and more blood flowed, including a relatively thick blood vessel.
Seeing the blood splattering everywhere, the doctors panicked: "Quickly use hemostatic medicine to stop the bleeding, otherwise he will die."
Using hemostatic drugs to stop bleeding sounds like a good idea, but can they really stop bleeding from a cut blood vessel?
"It's no use, the patient's artery has been cut, we need hemostats." Lin Ping deftly clamped the patient's artery with hemostats, and the gushing blood immediately stopped.
"These hemostatic forceps are truly amazing." The doctors were astonished.
"Remember, blood flows from blood vessels. The ones you can't see are called capillaries, which can be stopped with hemostatic drugs. The ones you can see are divided into arteries and veins. The ones with blood flying everywhere are arteries. If one of these vessels ruptures, you must use hemostatic forceps, otherwise it will be fatal. I have made some hemostatic forceps, and each person will be given two."
Lin Ping continued his explanation.
Upon hearing this, many people suddenly realized what was going on.
They had also encountered people with knife wounds who ultimately died because the bleeding was not stopped in time.
Looking back now, it was simply that their medical skills were limited.
After making the incision, Lin Ping located the patient's cecum, cleanly cut it off, and then sutured it with catgut.
"The cecum is the end of the intestine and has very little function. Removing it is not a problem, but it should be sutured with catgut to prevent internal bleeding."
"Can embroidery needles be used to treat illnesses?"
Everyone was shocked; it overturned their perception of embroidery needles.
"Can't silver needles also be used to treat illnesses?"
Lin Ping's technique was extremely fast; the wound from cutting the cecum was quickly stitched up and replaced with cotton thread.
"External wounds are prone to reopening, so we use strong cotton thread instead. The sutures need to be removed after the wound has healed."
After speaking, Lin Ping began to suture the patient's skin and flesh with cotton thread.
"Dr. Lin's needlework is truly remarkable; she is a role model for us all." Everyone praised Lin Ping's skillful needlework.
Lin Ping took this as a compliment, since they would be learning needlework from now on anyway.
Zhou Xiyin blushed deeply. Before meeting Lin Ping, she was definitely a difficult young lady who had never even touched a needle and thread, let alone needlework.
Lin Ping, a grown man, not only knows how to cook but also how to do needlework, which is a great insult to her.
She secretly resolved to diligently practice needlework and also learn to cook.
Before long, the wound was completely stitched up, and Lin Ping breathed a sigh of relief.
"It doesn't hurt anymore? Your stomach doesn't hurt anymore?" the man said in surprise.
He not only felt no pain from the wound, but even the pain in his stomach and intestines disappeared.
In other words, his illness has been cured.
"Miracle doctor, truly a miracle doctor! Thank you so much for saving my life!" The man was about to kneel down and kowtow to Lin Ping, which was his only way to repay the favor.
Although he didn't understand medicine, he knew that treating illness was a long process. Not to mention this troublesome appendicitis, even a common cold would take several days to cure.
It is no exaggeration to describe Lin Ping's medical skills as those of a divine healer.
To prevent the wound from reopening, Lin Ping stopped him from thanking her and said earnestly, "Although the wound has been stitched up, it is very easy for it to ulcerate. You need to take this kind of pill three times a day."
These pills were made by Lin Ping using antibiotics and are wrapped in plant fiber, similar to capsules. They are considered one of Lin Ping's masterpieces.
"This medicine can cure ulcers?" the doctors asked curiously, clearly this news was another shock to them.
If even festering wounds could be healed, countless lives could be saved.
"That's right, it's a kind of miracle drug," Lin Ping replied without any modesty.
Antibiotics are one of the few truly effective drugs, and their advent has indeed saved the lives of hundreds of millions of people.
"Could the miracle doctor publish the prescription?" someone asked shamelessly.
In their eyes, Lin Ping had become a treasure trove, his mind filled with inexhaustible knowledge.
Antibiotics were a major asset for Lin Ping to make his fortune. Could he just tell them the formula directly?
Moreover, even if they publish the recipe, they might not be able to make it.
If any link in the chain goes wrong, it could become a deadly poison.
Currently, Lin Ping is the only person capable of producing antibiotics.
He is working to build a professional pharmaceutical team, which he hopes will allow him to make a fortune.
"It's no use even if the formula is published. This medicine can't be mass-produced yet. In a few months, Xuanjitang will open a few pharmacies to sell this medicine at a fair price." Lin Ping chuckled, emphasizing the last few words.
A fair price means equivalent value; this medicine can save lives, so it should be worth the same price as a life.
Lin Ping wouldn't ask for an exorbitant amount. Just like Xuanjitang, the rich would contribute more money, and the poor would contribute less or nothing at all.
"Do you all still have doubts about me?" Lin Ping pressed on while the iron was hot.
"Dr. Lin's medical skills are unparalleled. We are ignorant and have no choice but to become his disciples and study his medical skills diligently," everyone replied in unison.
"It's not necessary to become an apprentice; attending classes and listening attentively is the right path." Lin Ping's expression turned serious.
Everyone hurriedly took out paper and pen to write down the key points Lin Ping had mentioned.
With this skill of disembowelment, treating knife and sword wounds will naturally be a piece of cake in the future.
"Do any of you have experience delivering babies?" Lin Ping suddenly asked.
Before the doctors could answer, Zhou Xiyin, who was standing next to them, had already blushed.
Giving birth is not only a private matter, but also a dirty one. Even a woman's husband may not be by her side, let alone a male doctor.
"The divine doctor is joking. How could we do such a scandalous thing?" Everyone chuckled, taking Lin Ping's words as a joke.
However, Lin Ping appeared particularly serious: "Giving birth is a matter of life and death. Countless women and infants have lost their lives because of it. Haven't you ever thought about saving lives?"
"This...but..." The crowd stammered, unable to find a clear answer.
"Illness does not preclude treatment. As long as you have no ulterior motives, why bother with what others say? I have already reported this matter to the King, and an imperial edict will be issued in a few days. All doctors who deliver babies for women must not be discussed by others, and those who violate this rule will be imprisoned according to the law," Lin Ping said with utmost seriousness.
The deeply ingrained ideas of the common people need to be addressed with strong measures, so it is necessary for Lin Ping to curry favor with the emperor.