Blood splattered in an instant, covering Ran Yan’s entire body and face, yet her expression remained unchanged, her voice steady, "Lay him down."
Ran Yan quickly changed into a pair of clean gloves, "Number four scalpel."
Liu Qingsong’s case contained a relatively complete set of surgical scalpels. Although there was rarely an opportunity to use them, he disinfected them daily. Each scalpel handle and blade was marked with a model number, making it easy for Ge Lan to find.
After Ran Yan removed the arrow, she did not imdiately suture the wound. Instead, she first made an incision in the wound using a gripping technique with the scalpel and slightly cleaned the inside with a cotton cloth soaked in disinfectant.
"Number seven." Ran Yan set down the scalpel in her hand and reached out to take the longer scalpel that Ge Lan handed her.
The number seven scalapel was used for deep cuts. Ran Yan, with her understanding of the human body surpassing that of a typical doctor, had dissected nearly every part of the human body, with the chest and abdon being the most commonly autopsied areas. Drawing on her years of experience as a forensic doctor, she determined the location of the injured artery based on the wound location and the amount of bleeding, and made a slight incision through the skin and muscle tissue, quickly locating the artery amid the bloody ss.
"Forceps." She took the forceps, holding the scalpel in her right hand and the forceps in her left, and accurately and quickly dissected the blood vessel, then used silk thread to temporarily tie off the artery to prevent excessive bleeding that could lead to shock.
Throughout, she used cotton cloth to absorb the blood, allowing the blood vessel to be more visibly exposed.
The artery was not completely severed, just nicked by the arrowhead as it passed. Fortunately, Ran Yan’s judgnt was correct, and she thought to remove the arrowhead before pulling it out; otherwise, a slight tremble of the hand during this action could have possibly caused the blood vessel to rupture.
He Sizheng was also kneeling nearby, observing the scene. Sweat was pouring from his forehead more than from Ran Yan’s, his hands tightly clenched into fists at his side. He was both nervous and amazed, but he dared not co closer, as Ran Yan had previously ordered everyone in the room not to move around carelessly, because changes in light and shadow could affect her vision.
From his position, he could only see a bloody ss and Ran Yan’s calm deanor.
After completing all this, Ran Yan checked Sang Chen’s pulse; his breathing was also gradually weakening. When she had clamped the blood vessel just now, she could distinctly feel that the heartbeat and the amount of bleeding were already very weak.
Ran Yan took a deep breath, removed her gloves, and put on another pair. She took out sheep intestine thread that had been softened in saline, easily threading it with Ge Lan holding a magnifying glass.
Suturing a blood vessel is best done under a microscope, but given the limited conditions, a magnifying glass had to suffice.
Finishing the autopsy usually only required external sutures to look neat, without considering the effects of the suturing on the body. In this regard, she was no match for a doctor with years of surgical experience. However, her regular practice of embroidery greatly helped with this task, as she could complete the ticulous sutures of blood vessels relatively easily.
"Bring the lantern closer." Ran Yan’s voice, devoid of any emotion, commanded respect. The few soldiers holding the lanterns did not even need He Sizheng to speak again before they imdiately moved closer.
Apart from torches, there were four lanterns around. When on official duty at night, these two items were essential.
After adjusting to the optimal lighting position, Ran Yan had Ge Lan place the magnifying glass over the wound while she held the blood vessel steady with the forceps in one hand and began suturing with the needle in the other hand.
He Sizheng watched Ran Yan from a corner. At this mont, she was in a disheveled state, covered in blood, kneeling on the ground, bending over, appearing so solemn and devout. Her beautiful eyebrows were tightly furrowed, never relaxing for a mont, yet in her dark eyes, there was only calmness and focus.
Ge Lan also had a tough ti, holding the magnifying glass steadily with one hand while continuously wiping sweat off Ran Yan’s face with the other to keep it from blurring her vision or dripping into the wound.
Without equipnt like an oxygen mask, Ran Yan had to finish the sutures as quickly as possible in such harsh conditions.
Fortunately, the cut wasn’t big, and the entire suturing didn’t take too long, yet everyone felt as though decades had passed, completely drained. The soldiers holding the lanterns had rigid legs, stubbornly steadying their hands to avoid trembling. At this mont, their looks towards Ran Yan were full of admiration because she had knelt down from beginning to end without moving even slightly.
After suturing the blood vessels, Ran Yan quickly cleaned the wound, removed the silk used to tie off the vessels, and then began to suture the external wounds. Compared to the blood vessels, Ran Yan was much more adept at this.
However, Sang Chen couldn’t remain as unchanging as a corpse, and as ti passed, his vital signs gradually began to stagnate.
Ran Yan had to suture the wounds even more quickly and then perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation on him.
Under normal circumstances, these tasks should be perford by an assistant, but Liu Qingsong had to prepare for further rescue efforts. He had to test blood, draw blood, and look for suitable tubes for transfusion—no one else could take his place. So for now, Ran Yan had to do it by herself.
Just having sutured the blood vessels near Sang Chen’s heart, Ran Yan didn’t dare to press hard, so she could only massage gently.
Then there was the crucial artificial respiration. As Ran Yan positioned Sang Chen’s head and bent over to perform mouth-to-mouth, those around, already stunned, didn’t know how to react, just staring wide-eyed at the scene.
But Ran Yan wasn’t kissing. After a few monts, everyone could clearly see that she was inhaling air and then passing it to Sang Chen. Although shocking and unprecedented, weren’t Ran Yan’s autopsy techniques also considered Divine Arts only known by Hua Tuo in legends!
Ran Yan tirelessly continued the cycles of cardiac massage and artificial respiration.
Then Liu Qingsong ca in, saw the situation, and imdiately joined to assist her, taking over the artificial respiration while Ran Yan continued the cardiac massage.
About fifteen minutes later, Ran Yan checked Sang Chen’s nasal pulse and finally detected a faint response.
The two continued for the duration of a cup of tea until Sang Chen could resu breathing on his own, although weakly, it was still a sign of hope for survival.
"Is the syringe sterilized?" Ran Yan asked.
Liu Qingsong called Wan Lu to bring in the syringe and needle.
Ran Yan removed her gloves, took the syringe, and drew a small amount from the antitoxin serum that Liu Qingsong had made. Rolling up her own sleeve, her hand trembled continuously from the prolonged surgery.
Liu Qingsong grabbed her hand, "Ran Yan, what are you doing! Can you just test this thing casually?"
"What else can we do? His vital signs are weak, and he can’t withstand a trial!" Ran Yan shook off his hand, speaking in an even tone. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welco to visit Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndations, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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