Geeky

"The clotted part of his head is bad," said Aldo Coppola, pointing to the back of Eric's forehead after examining Eric's head with a probe. The hit part is very likely to be here—it is in Lumen or a nearby place, and he is now showing symptoms of dizziness and coma, and the injury may be more serious."

Aldo Coppola began to clean the probe, put it back in his barber's toolbox, and stood up with the box in hand.

Su Shi's heart hung up: "Mr. Coppola, is my brother hopeless?"

Aldo Coppola said with a serious expression: "If I want to further examine his injuries, I have to peel off his scalp from the skull. If you can't accept it, then we don't have to waste any more time."

Su Shi's eyes widened - even as a modern person, Aldo Coppola's proposal far exceeded his cognition.

Right here, for surgery?Expose the wound to bacteria-laden air?

Su Shi looked around the simple room, showing an unbelievable expression uncontrollably.

"The most vulnerable part of the human skull is the bone. Even if the injury is minor, this part is not easy to treat, and it is likely to cause death." Aldo Coppola seemed to have anticipated his reaction, and said He wasn't surprised, and he didn't plan to explain too much, he just comforted him coldly, "Fortunately, people who suffer fatal injuries in winter will die more slowly than in summer."

What he said was very cold, and it was easy for the family members who cared about the patient to think it was a curse or a sneer, which would irritate them.According to Su Shi's understanding, Aldo Coppola has a small group of loyal and persistent customers, but he has never been among the famous barbers and doctors in Luang... He may have found the reason.

Aldo Coppola prepares to leave with his toolbox.

"and many more."

Su Shi turned to the door to stop him, looked at him and asked:

"May I know where you learned to operate on the skull?"

Aldo Coppola looked down at Su Shi, and Su Shi noticed that his gray eyes had a natural color that was repelling thousands of miles away, but he finally replied:

"I've fought wars, and I've read ancient medical books, little brother."

"Ancient medical books?" Su Shi was even more surprised. "None of us modern people know how to treat head fractures, but have the ancient people already mastered this technology?"

He shook his head again and said, "No, how could it be? Did ancient people know more than modern people? Will their medical skills be more developed than now?"

His words were belittling, and even Aldo Coppola, who had a narrow-mouthed and boring character, gave birth to a little desire to talk.He said flatly but firmly:

"1000 years ago, maybe 2000 years ago, there was a doctor named Hippocrates in Greece. The current bloodletting is based on his 'body/fluid theory'. He also wrote a book called "Head Trauma" In the book, there are very detailed records of head surgery for various injuries. I learned the method of performing surgery from that book. During war, some people's skulls will be split, and some Smashed by a hammer... I've tried everything in the book. But I only deal with bone fragments, and if you want to know if he'll survive, ask the gods."

Su Shi was stunned for a moment: "...a genius doctor like this should be famous, but he and his medical skills seem to have disappeared. Everything you said seems to be... from a myth."

Aldo Coppola's light gray eyes fell on Su Shi's face, and he looked at him quietly for a few seconds before he showed his first smile here - if that little invisible arc It's also a smile:

"His medical skills were well preserved by the temple by taking the dross and discarding the essence."

"..."

This guy is actually British, right?

Aldo Coppola turned to look at the window and said:

"Move the bed over, I need bright light to see the wound."

He put the toolbox on the chair, and rolled up his sleeves first, revealing his thin forearms. There was a long hideous wound on one of the arms, and the centipede-like suture marks seemed to be stitched by himself.

Su Shi only glanced at it, and together with Coppola, they carried Eric's bed to the window.

Without giving Su Shi any time to ask questions, Coppola handed him a bottle of ointment mixed with barley flour, and ordered:

"Add vinegar to boil, and prepare a basin of clean cold water."

When things were ready, he cut Eric's hair and began the incision.

He cut open the wounded scalp and examined the skull further.

Su Shi couldn't bear to see him turn his face away, he began to feel that the decision he made was in danger of being shaken.

Coppola used tweezers to remove some fine debris, perhaps remnants of the wooden handle.

He took a spatula and continued to inspect the wound almost without blinking his eyes, and said after a while:

"I need to cut a hole in his head and hold his head up."

He didn't say this to ask for opinions, but to try a dose of psychological inoculation for Su.Trephination had to be performed within three days of the injury, and Eric's case had dragged on long enough.Immediately he reached for new surgical tools from the toolbox beside him.

Su tried to sit on the edge of the bed, followed the instructions to fix Eric's head, and forced himself not to look at Eric's bone-exposing wound, but shifted his gaze to the toolbox.But that toolbox that looked like a carpenter's didn't make him feel better... Su Shi felt that his heart had never been beating so fast as it is now.

He felt that he was standing on the edge of a cliff, and there was an abyss under his feet.And his heart is like a speeding car speeding on the rugged mountain road, if he is not careful, he may hit the mountain or fall down the mountain stream - every second, he doubts whether his decision is correct.

What Coppola pulls out is what looks like a carpenter's large drill bit with a crank handle, which, when placed on top of Eric's head, looks like a corkscrew ready to uncork a wine bottle.

When Coppola cranked the handle, the drill bit in the middle of the trephination tool began to dig into Eric's skull.From time to time, he took out the drill bit and put it in cold water to prevent the drill from getting hot and burning the skull... When the operation was over, Coppola filled the wound with the ointment he had prepared before and wrapped it with a long lint cloth.

"If you have a fever, come and call me right away."

Su Shi sent Dr. Coppola away, and when he returned to the room, he subconsciously raised his hand and wiped his forehead, only to realize that his entire underwear was soaked.

Su Shi did not tell his father and mother about performing surgery on Eric.Firstly, it was a matter of money. Fortunately, Coppola charged much less than priests and doctors. Su tried to ask the choir children to borrow money to make up for it.Secondly, Su Shi didn't expect his parents to undergo such an operation. He just lied that the priest in the Xianglanlu Priesthood gave him the ointment after hearing about Eric's situation.

In the evening, Su Shi discovered that Eric had started to have a fever. It was really an unfortunate coincidence that it was too dangerous to go out at night, and his parents were at home... But Su Shi didn't dare to delay, and hurried out of the house to find Dr. Coppola.

Twilight shrouded the city, and the temple bell had just rung the vesper bell.

Vespers is a worship ceremony that only the clergy participate in. After the vespers bell is over, the work of the day also stops.Su Shi was worried that Coppola would not want to go out, but without a word of nonsense, Coppola picked up the suitcase and walked into the dusk that had already fallen with him.

Both parents had entered their bedroom, and Su tried to take Coppola upstairs as quietly as possible.Under Su Shi's pleading eyes, Coppola frowned, but went upstairs with him lightly.

Su tried to light the oil lamp in the room.

Coppola removed the burlap from Eric's head and scraped off the ointment with a spatula.Su Shi saw that the skin tissue around the wound began to rot, and couldn't help asking softly:

"How's it going?"

"The brightness is not enough." Coppola frowned, and glanced at the oil lamp the size of a Martian bean.He needs to clean out the dead flesh tissue, which may take a while, and the dim light is not conducive to his processing.

Su tried to think about it, went to get the oil lamp used for lighting downstairs, and was knocking on the flint when he heard the creak of the door upstairs, followed by familiar footsteps.Su Shi yelled inwardly that it was not good, and turned around and ran to the stairs, ignoring the oil lamp——

"God! What are you doing to my son! You devil!"

After Su Shi ran up the stairs, he heard his mother's almost breathless screams!

"Eric! Eric!" The mother rushed to the bed and wailed when she saw the open wound on his head. She patted Eric on the cheek and cried out his name, "Wake up , my God, my poor child!"

"Mother……"

Eric barely opened his eyes, looking at her half-consciously.

"How do you feel, Eric?"

"My whole body is cold, Mom..." Eric said weakly while trembling

The mother stretched out her hand to caress his hot cheek, crying in pain, "His wound is hot, and his bones are also hot...God, save my child!"

"Don't get in my way!"

Behind the mother, the father was dragging Coppola by the collar, and Coppola was very angry because he was interrupted from work.

Su Shi rushed into the bedroom, pushed his father away, and stood in front of Coppola:

"Dad, he is the doctor I invited!"

"Doctor?! The doctor you invited!" His father looked at Su Shi angrily, and he pointed to Eric and asked, "Your brother was neither bleeding nor had a fever, but now you find a lunatic to peel him off." His skin pierced his head, causing pus to flow from his head... Are you possessed by a devil?!"

"The dead flesh will suppurate and fall off," Coppola said with a stern expression. "His skull is normal in color and has not turned black, which means that there is no problem with my treatment."

But his attitude enraged the enraged father even more, and he rushed forward and punched Coppola in the face.Coppola took a few steps back, hitting his back against the plank wall, the spatula still clutched tightly in his hand.

"Evening prayers are over! Do you have a work permit? Get out of here! Be careful, I will ask the sheriff to arrest you!" Father waved his fist at Coppola.

Coppola looked worried, packed his toolbox and left.

"Father, let him try! Is there anything else we can do?"

Su tried to salvage the situation.

The father turned around and slapped him across the face, cursing loudly:

"How can you be so vicious?! Wouldn't it hurt you to see your brother tortured?!"

"Haven't you hurt him enough, you child of a witch! You have a heart made of the devil!"

His chest heaved with rage as his mother wailed and held Eric.

"..."

Su Shi turned his face away, and bright red fingerprints immediately appeared on one cheek.