Surgeons dressed as poor people in the Republic of China

If one day, you can face your family members independently, without timidity or shrinking, and if you can look directly into their eyes confidently and openly, then you will be an independent and mature doctor.

Ye Yibai suddenly remembered what his mentor said to him when he first started to take care of patients independently, and he couldn't help but smile wryly.

After living for two lifetimes, the cubs he brought out could set up a small hospital in a row, but he still has an evasive mentality about meeting his family members. He really went back as he lived.

When Ye Yibai arrived, Robert and Alan were already there, and Alex was behind Alan.

"Doctor Ye."

"leaf."

"The disposition of the corpse requires the signature of the family members. Mr. Thomas learned of the news of his wife's death in the morning, and...about Lisa's matter. He insisted on seeing Lisa and asked to see you at the same time," Robert explained.

Ye Yibai nodded, stepped forward and lightly grabbed the doorknob, a man's low growl of pain came from the ward, and the white coat who was about to enter outside the door paused.

Dr. Ye took a light breath and pushed open the door.

The ward was not as messy as imagined, and Mr. Thomas was not as hysterical as imagined.

He looked at a group of white coats who walked in, with a very calm expression, "I want to see Whitney, send her for the last time, and my Lisa, she should need Dad now."

Whitney is the name of the late Mrs. Thomas, Ye Yibai and Robert looked at each other, and the two doctors exchanged eye contact for ten seconds.

Robert took the lead and said, "Yes, but your leg has just undergone surgery, so you need our medical staff to accompany you no matter what you do."

"Yes." Mr. Thomas agreed immediately.

Robert looked at Ye Yibai, and Ye Yibai nodded to him.

"Mr. Thomas, hello, I'm Ye Yibai, Lisa's chief surgeon." Ye Yibai said.

Mr. Thomas' eyes fell on Ye Yibai, he was taken aback for a moment, with a puzzled expression on his face.

Dr. Ye has long been used to this attitude of suspicion and scrutiny. Who told him that he is Chinese and looks really tender? Ye Yibai was about to explain, but he heard Mr. Thomas say: "It was you. You saved us .”

Ye Yibai raised his head in surprise, "Were you conscious at that time?"

The stiff facial contours of Thomas softened slightly, "Although it's vague, I remember your voice, you told me to hold on, Whitney and Lisa need me, thank you."

Ye Yibai's tightly pursed lips relaxed slightly, "You're welcome."

Seeing Thomas looking at him expectantly and nervously, Ye Yibai knew that he wanted to get news about little Lisa from him. Doctor Ye raised his eyes and looked at Thomas.

"The severe impact made the car body partly disintegrated. A piece of metal grazed Lisa's face and penetrated her abdomen. Last night, in order to stop the bleeding in the abdominal cavity, Lisa had completed partial liver resection. Now Temporarily out of danger."

Ye Yibai introduced Lisa's situation to Mr. Thomas clearly and concisely, looked into Mr. Thomas's eyes sincerely and solemnly, "You are right, little Lisa should need a father now, but she needs a strong father." Let her rely on her father who makes her feel at ease."

"I told Lisa that her mother was also injured and was receiving treatment from a doctor. I can't come to see her for the time being so that she can recover from her injuries. Otherwise, her mother will be sad when she sees her injury." When Ye Yibai said this , his eyelashes trembled, but his face still looked calm and professional.

"The metal piece rubbed against the face and penetrated the abdomen?" Thomas muttered to himself, his whole body trembling violently, he was gasping for breath, and it seemed that it was difficult to breathe.

Dr. Robert responded quickly. He quickly stepped forward, picked up the breathing bag on the bedside table, and put it on Mr. Thomas's face.

"Don't get excited, lie down, lie down, take a deep breath, inhale hard."

After 2 minutes of rapid oxygen administration, Mr. Thomas's breathing gradually stabilized. Robert's face was serious. "The breath test was changed to half an hour, and vasopressin was prepared, ready to be administered at any time."

"Okay, Dr. Robert." Jona nodded and left quickly.

"Mr. Thomas, it seems that you are not ready to meet Lisa now." Dr. Ye said as he watched the scene from the sidelines.

Thomas was wearing a breathing bag and shook his head vigorously. Ye Yibai could tell from his mouth movements that he kept repeating "please".

After leaving the ward, Ye Yibai turned to Dr. Robert and said, "Dr. Robert, when do you feel that Mr. Thomas is ready, then let me know."

Robert nodded, and said helplessly: "My fault, his current situation is indeed not suitable for further stimulation." He turned to look at Mr. Thomas in the ward, "Ye, you surprised me very much. You will be soft-hearted, I didn't expect you to adjust so quickly."

"You are right. Doctors are often not allowed to get too close to patients. This will expose you to their pain. You will face countless patients in the future. If everyone empathizes, It's going to drive you crazy, so cherish your emotions."

"Sparse it, and keep it forever." Ye Yibai continued Robert's words.

Robert looked at the young doctor in front of him in surprise again, he shrugged, "Every time I communicate with you, I feel like I'm talking to a colleague who has been a doctor for a long time, okay, okay, I'm fine Good to teach you."

Ye Yibai shook his head, "No, thank you, Dr. Robert, you reminded me rightly."

Robert nodded, and the two discussed the treatment of Thomas' father and daughter while walking. Alan and Alex followed them and walked quickly to the temporary rescue center.

The next few days were uneventful, except for the case of alcohol poisoning who almost died on Thursday night, the temporary ambulance center was peaceful at other times, so Dr. Ye had time to study Chinese medicine.

After Huaguo became stronger in the previous life, traditional Chinese medicine gradually came into the sight of the world's medical circles. Especially after several major epidemics, the efficacy of Chinese medicine in improving human immunity has been recognized by the world's medical circles.

When it was difficult to obtain penicillin and sulfonamide for a while, Ye Yibai began to consciously collect books on traditional Chinese medicine and learn about traditional Chinese medicine.

Little Lisa is a strong little girl. On the third day after the operation, she had slight signs of fever, but with the spiritual encouragement and medical support of a group of anxious chickens and dogs in white coats, she recovered quickly.

After Mr. Thomas was forced to recuperate for two days, he finally got the consent of Dr. Robert to meet little Lisa. Ye Yibai and Robert watched the father and daughter comfort each other through the curtain, feeling very complicated.

Especially when Mr. Thomas came out of Lisa's ward, he finally couldn't help but burst into tears, sitting in a wheelchair and pulling Ye Yibai and Robert's pleading scene, which made the two vowed a few days ago to keep a distance from the patient. The doctor who was stingy with emotions and kept his reason almost made a promise that he couldn't keep.

Saturday, December 1933, 5

Beautiful copies of the Saturday Post were sent to kiosks in the Public and French Concessions.

"Old Wang, take over."

In the small newsstand next to Pike Lane in the International Concession, a 50-[-]-year-old man dressed in Western style was constantly looking at the watch on his wrist, frowning.

Hearing the familiar voice, Lao Wang raised his head and said dissatisfiedly, "Why is it so late today? The old customers have come to ask me several times."

"I can't help it. I don't know why this time. Those newsstands in the urban area are crazily competing with us for goods. The newspapers of the British are all in English. How many people in Shanghai know English? I don't know about such expensive magazines. Why buy it back?"

While talking, he moved magazines to Lao Wang's newsstand.

The price of "Saturday Post" is not low, and with pure English, it is generally a business for regular customers. Those British people will habitually buy a copy of "Saturday Post" every Saturday while eating breakfast. , and occasionally Americans will come to join in the fun, so although the shipment volume of this magazine is not large, it is very stable.

"Boss, a copy of The Saturday Post."

"Okay, the magazine that just arrived is still warm. Wait a minute, I'll open it for you right away." Old Wang said while unwrapping the kraft paper that wrapped the magazine, and he was taken aback for a moment.

"Boss?" The foreigner who bought the magazine was dissatisfied when he saw the boss standing still.

Seeing this, Zhang Shun, who delivered the goods, hurriedly took out a copy from the package bag that had been torn open and handed it to the foreigner, "Hello, twenty pence."

However, when Zhang Shun saw the cover of the magazine he handed to the foreigner, he was as dumb as Lao Wang.

"Wow, this time the cover is actually a Chinese doctor and a Chinese child?" The foreigner took the magazine and said what Wang Wang and Zhang Shun were thinking.

The cover of this issue of "Saturday Post" is actually a Chinese doctor and a Chinese child!

Wang Wang and Zhang Shun looked at each other, and at the same time, they suddenly stretched their hands into the kraft paper box.

Because they stretched too fast, the foreheads of the two hit each other heavily, and at the same time they let out a painful cry of "Ouch".

But they couldn't care less about this at the moment, and the two quickly took out a copy of "Saturday Post" at the same time, and then excitedly opened it.

1 minutes

2 minutes

Wang Wang and Zhang Shun raised their heads at the same time, and looked at each other with deep eyes. What are these fancy English words talking about?

At the same moment, the same scene is happening at different kiosks.

"Chinese people? Really or not?"

"The doctor in Huaguo sewed back the two amputated fingers and said it was the little boy's hand. Wow, is this true?"

Foreigners in the Public Settlement and the French Concession looked at the "Saturday Post" and let out a burst of exclamation.

"The Saturday Post, the Saturday Post, and the British weekly published the world's first severed finger replantation performed by Chinese doctors."

"The Saturday Post, the Saturday Post, and the British weekly published the world's first severed finger replantation performed by Chinese doctors."

In downtown Shanghai, a few newsboys who usually only sell newspapers gave all their savings to newsstands, and sold the basic "Saturday Post" on the street.

People on both sides of the street poked their heads out of the shop.

"What is this newsboy talking about, a British newspaper, our Huaguo doctor?"

"Really not, hey, take a look, it seems to be true, you are from China on the cover."

"Really." A middle-aged man with a briefcase rushed out of the breakfast shop, "Saturday Post, get me a copy."

"Okay, two dollars as a favor." The newsboy quickly took out the "Saturday Post" from his bag.

The man with the briefcase had a pained look on his face when he heard the words, but seeing the two obviously Asian faces on the cover, he gritted his teeth and took out two silver dollars and handed them to the newsboy.

When he returned to the breakfast shop, all the people in the breakfast shop focused their attention on him, and some of them couldn't sit still and moved their heads over.

The owner of the deep-fried fried dough sticks said while putting on a plate: "Mr. Qu, you cultural person read it to us, we Chinese people really appeared in the British newspapers? It sounds like a good thing, tell me, today Treat your breakfast as my treat."

The middle-aged man called Mr. Qu smiled and wiped the table of the breakfast shop with a handkerchief, and then put his newly bought "Saturday Post" on it. He looked at the headline on the cover and took a deep breath , suppressed the excitement and read it in standard English.

"Hey, Teacher Qu, we don't understand these bird scripts, you speak our Chinese dialect."

Teacher Qu looked at the expectant people in the breakfast shop. They had the same teachers and students as him, as well as rickshaw drivers and ordinary workers. They had similar faces and expressions.

"The "Saturday Post" said that a young Chinese doctor of ours successfully reattached a child's severed finger. This is the first case in the history of surgery in the world!"

"The world? The first case? Our Huaguo doctor is so powerful? What's his name?"

Teacher Qu heard the words and quickly opened the magazine. He glanced at ten lines, and then finally found the doctor's name in the text.

"His name is Ye Yibai!"