The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Chapter 97: What is his gland resection called (seeking collection recommendation)

"This patient with gonorrhoea, just last night, wanted to commit suicide, but was found and rescued by his family."

"I heard that Pindao said there was a way, this elder Zhao knelt down to Pindao on the spot..."

"Pan Dao had treated him before, but the course of his illness was getting worse and the medicine was ineffective, making this old man Zhao better than dead. Alas..."

Sitting in the car, Sun Simiao briefly introduced the situation of the patient who was waiting for treatment, with a serious expression on his face.

Yuan Tiangang stroked his long beard and glanced at the treatment box Cheng Chubi had placed in the carriage.

"Nephew Chu Bi, what do you plan to do today? Is it a direct operation?"

"Direct surgery is impossible." Cheng Chubi shook his head.

"You have to do a detailed physical examination on the patient first to see if he meets the indications for surgery."

"It also depends on whether he has a urinary tract infection. If so, he must first reduce the inflammation and then undergo surgery."

"Urinary tract infection..." Yuan Tiangang smashed his mouth, and the kid really started again.

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After leaving the square, I walked southward for a few miles, and came to a lifang in the south of Dongshi.

Cheng Chubi got out of the car and saw the two guards of the Zhao Mansion's gates were full of gloom and gloom.

However, after seeing Sun Simiao, he greeted him with joy, and another family member rushed into the mansion and shouted that Dao Chang Sun was coming.

Sun Simiao stroked the long beard and greeted the famous artist Ding, and the group of people walked into Zhao's mansion with his family.

After walking a short distance, I saw a middle-aged man who was about forty years old, with red eyes, hurriedly came to see him.

"Zhao Xian has seen two Taoist leaders, and Young Master Sun. Could this be the third Young Master Cheng from Lu Guo Gong's Mansion?"

"Here is Cheng Chubi." Cheng Chubi returned a salute to this Zhao Xian. "I wonder how your father is doing?"

Zhao Xian's red eyes almost shed tears, and his vocal cords choked up authentically.

"I also ask Mr. Cheng to save my father. My father's belly is bulging like a drum and he is moaning. It makes my heartache like a choke..."

"Then hurry up." Cheng Chubi's face also sank. "Cheng Liang, take my treatment kit."

When he reached the room where Elder Zhao was, he could already hear Elder Zhao's groan outside.

"Father, here comes here, the third son of the Cheng family is here. Father, don't worry." Zhao Xian rushed into the house and shouted repeatedly.

Cheng Chubi walked in and saw more than a dozen men and women gathered in the house.

Looking over them, I saw the old man lying on the couch, with divergent beards, and lack of godly eyes.

At this moment, after hearing what Zhao Xian said, the old man seemed to regain his energy, trying to sit up.

Cheng Chubi took a step forward, held down the old man Zhao, glanced at his lower abdomen.

"The old man does not move, and lie down. Mr. Zhao, I also ask you all to leave.

Mr. Zhao, leave it to me to help. The two Taoist leaders, please pay attention to the situation of Elder Zhao. "

The voice of Cheng Chubi, who was tall and burly, full of breath seemed to have a magical power, and instantly stopped the sobbing in the room.

Soon, the family members outside the house all left the house, leaving Zhao Xian alone in front of the bed.

After a simple and quick initial consultation, Cheng Chubi took a deep breath and looked at the old Zhao who was holding back the pain and depression, and looked at him with eyesight.

"Old man, you can bear the pain. Now that your urinary tract is completely blocked, I have to give you a catheter first to relieve the pressure on your lower abdomen."

Elder Zhao barely showed a bitter smile with a dying breath.

"San Gongzi, just do it, the old man is better than dead, it's better than dead..."

"You can't say that, you won't want to die in a while." Cheng Chubi was unhappy.

The patient's desire to survive is also very important, but just looking at this old man, Zhao is in a posture that life is better than death, and it is better to use facts to speak up.

"Untied your dad's loincloth, and was stunned. Why not hurry up?"

Cheng Chubi lowered his head and opened the treatment box that Cheng Liang had brought.

Zhao Xian was a little dazed, but he glanced at his dying father and gritted his teeth to untie the loincloth.

Cheng Chubi took out a piece of quicklime and poured it into the clean water. Soon, the smell of alkali floated in the air.

The corners of Old Zhao's eyes also stood up, but when he thought that he was not afraid of death, Cheng Chubi, who could save General Qin, couldn't hurt himself.

He simply closed his eyes and clenched the towel that his son had handed over.

After cleaning and disinfecting Elder Zhao, Cheng Chubi took out a bright metal catheter.

And one end of the urinary catheter is tied with a hose made of sheepskin.

Putting the hose in the copper basin that Zhao Xian handed over, Cheng Chubi started the first urinary catheter insertion in the eighth year of Datang Zhenguan.

"Don't be afraid of the old man, just cut a small tube, be patient..."

Cheng Chubi pinched something with two fingers, then tapped the round end of the catheter into it.

The old man Zhao looked a little frightened, but fortunately, under Cheng Chubi's comfort, he finally didn't struggle violently.

With the deepening of the catheter, Cheng Chubi suddenly heard Zhao Xian let out a pleasant cry of joy. "Urine, pee, pee..."

"..." Cheng Chubi turned his head darkly, and he saw it too.

From the nozzle of the hose made of sheepskin, the liquid was spraying out quickly.

The expression of the old man Zhao, from the dying breath at the very beginning, to the panic when Cheng Chubi was intubated, until the time when the urine leaked out.

He felt it, the lower abdomen that had risen so much that it seemed to make him worse off.

It started to become slack, and the whole person seemed to relax.

Even the soul seems to have been sublimated.

"The old man urinates, the old man finally urinates..." The old man Zhao burst into tears and murmured happily.

It's just that the words he said are not quite that, but as an excellent medical worker.

Cheng Chubi has always maintained a tolerant mind to patients who are crying and talking nonsense with joy.

"Father, how are you, daddy?!" A few anxious calls came from outside.

Li Xian couldn't help but yelled. "Daddy is saved, peeing out."

"Hey, this kid's method is really inhuman, and he actually uses such a method to solve the problem."

Yuan Tiangang shook his head and said with emotion.

Sun Simiao, who was getting old man Li's pulse, also stood up with a sigh of relief.

Although he has not undergone an operation yet, Cheng Chubi has proved with practical actions that the catheterization he said can be successful.

So, it is inferred from this that what his gland resection is called may really solve the problem once and for all.

A quarter of an hour later, the old man Li, who was dying and dying, seemed to be reborn at this moment.

Although his expression was still haggard, his spirit and spirit had obviously become completely different.

It's just... even if he is sitting, there is a hose sticking out under him, and it is connected to a special custom-made urine tank on the side.

"Thank you, son Cheng, son of a brilliant rejuvenation, the old man is really grateful."

"The old man doesn't need to be polite. It's just a temporary cure, not a permanent cure." Cheng Chubi waved his hand and said seriously.

"This urinary tube can't be left for a long time. If it stays for a long time, it is likely to induce other diseases and even endanger your life."

"..."

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