Confirmation
Section 1174 - Confirmation
So far, Surgeon Luo Quanjian had operated on nine seriously wounded patients, succeeding in five cases and failing in four—almost exactly a fifty-fifty split.
From morning to night, Li Bai had not made a single mistake. His efficiency was astonishing.
Aside from the fact that Li Bai's technique looked somewhat rough and frightening, the overall results of his operations were quite satisfactory. At the very least, every wound that needed closing had been handled with textbook perfection, leaving not the slightest fault to criticize.
Even while Li Bai was bantering with Li Feng and appearing completely absentminded, the work of his hands remained flawless and was not affected in the slightest.
After all, the wounded who came to him for stitches generally did not have life-threatening injuries. Their wounds merely looked frightening.
If left untreated for a long time, they could indeed become fatal, but after timely suturing, the possibility of death was minuscule.
Those who had lost too much blood were given transfusions. Those at risk of infection were put on antibiotics. Those with weak constitutions were given glucose and taurine. Modern medicine had sufficient means to deal with these external injuries. As long as there were no internal injuries, arterial bleeding, or death on the spot, there was a high probability of saving them.
"Wait a moment. Let me catch my breath."
Surgeon Luo Quanjian staggered weakly to the doorway, yanked off his mask, revealing his pale face, then slowly squatted down and began gasping for air.
The seriously wounded patient who had originally been waiting to be carried inside was transferred to the room next door.
He was utterly exhausted. Both his hands trembled incessantly, and he could barely hold the scalpel.
Doctor Luo was spattered with blood from head to toe