I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 227 First Aid
In the clean and bright medical laboratory, besides Fujii and the female doctor, there was also a man in a crumpled white doctor's uniform. Through the curly hair of this man, Fujii quickly identified his identity.

"Doctor Satomi, don't you also have internal medicine equipment? How many times has this happened, occupying the public laboratory." The female doctor's attitude towards other people was not so kind, and she shouted unkindly at Shuji Satomi road.

"There are key data for a group of anticancer drugs. The internal medicine laboratory test is not very accurate. Just borrow a few hours."

Satomi, who was obsessed with medical research, replied without looking back. After the centrifugal oscillating medicine container on the table stopped rotating, he carefully took out the glass test tube from it and put it into a plastic tank.

"It's okay, it's not so boring with other doctors around, and I don't need these devices for the time being."

Fujii tried to smooth things over, and his eyes were fixed on the little white mice running happily in the iron cage nearby, which was the purpose of this trip.

After his medical skills were upgraded to LV4, he began to try to conduct some special research.

After the female doctor left, Fujii picked up the first victim. Medical white mice may be cleaner and more hygienic than humans. Although they are all mice, their value is more precious than their distant relatives in the sewer. Medical research has given a lot.

Wearing gloves, Fujii fixed the docile mouse and injected a small amount of lidocaine for anesthesia. The mouse remained motionless, waiting for Fujii's disposal.

Sorry, for the advancement of human medicine, you don't want to die, Shushu, you have to go on your way.

The shiny silver scalpel in his hand cut off a three-centimeter wound on the mouse's abdomen, touched it with his bare hands, and Qingjiao Yuanka's water escape technique was activated. In this parallel world, it may be for better exercise The cooling time of skills and source cards is zero, allowing him to use his abilities unscrupulously.

Where his fingers touched, the bleeding from the wound stopped instantly, and the disemboweled mouse seemed to recover under his touch.

"Snapped!"

After the mouse's stomach healed, it swelled up strangely. Fujii quickly picked up the cooking utensil next to it and put it upside down on the mouse that had swelled into a balloon. There was a muffled sound, and the first victim exploded and died on the spot.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Satoshi saw the doctor not far away, stood up and asked after hearing the noise.

"it's okay no problem."

Fujii Shu answered awkwardly, the miserable state of the little white mouse seemed to have passed through the blender several times, and the transparent container was splashed with blood foam, but fortunately the reaction covered it in time, otherwise it would be really difficult to explain this scene.

Can't bear this energy?

Looking at the more lively mice in the iron cage next to him, Fujii fell into deep thought.

Next, it seems that the life of the laboratory mice will not be easy, so save yourself.

……

After half a year of practice, Fujii's medical skills are LV4/93%.

"Is Dr. Gongye here? A critically ill patient came to the emergency department with multiple injuries."

In the duty room of the Second Surgery Department at night, only Tasuke Komatsu and Fujii Shu were on duty, and the head nurse rushed in. Among the doctors on duty each time, there was always a chief medical officer with relatively good technical experience, but today Dr. Miyaba There was something temporary, so Fujii Shu replaced him on duty.

"let's go."

Komatsu Takasuke put on his coat, and Fujii Ki stood up and got ready. Generally, patients who cannot be handled by the emergency department will apply for help from other departments. In this case, the patient's life is often counted in seconds.

"The patient is a 34-year-old office worker. On the way home, he was shot in the chest and abdomen by the enemy with a nail gun. There are estimated to be more than a dozen injuries. When he was sent to the hospital, he was in shock and was undergoing a blood transfusion. The chief physician of the emergency department, Yamada (the attending physician) Only a few superficial wounds were closed, six nails were removed, and many more remained in the patient."

The head nurse introduced the situation along the way. During the evening shift, most of the more capable assistant professors and professors were resting at home. The senior doctors who were on duty tonight were not surgeons. It was too late to call someone. Only by removing the nail and stopping the bleeding as soon as possible can life be saved.

In all fairness, Dr. Miyaba's pre-level 4 medical skills can handle this situation without any major problems, and the superior Professor Imazu only has late-level 4 medical skills, which can't improve the survival possibility of many patients.

But at the moment there are only two members of the medical bureau, Komatsu Tasuke and Fujii Ki, and the head nurse of the emergency department has no idea. Although Fujii Ki's deeds have been spread in Naniwa Medical University, this kind of first-class endangered surgery has only allowed him to practice medicine for half a year. I always feel a little unsafe when treated by a doctor.

"Another injection of epinephrine, ready for dopamine injection, how many milliliters of blood transfusion?"

In the busy and tense operating room of the emergency department, Yamada, the most experienced doctor on duty, almost shouted and gave instructions. The scalpel he was holding was trembling constantly. Twenty to ten minutes had passed since the laparotomy, but there were still not many bleeding points. Gou Ri's neuropathy approached and shot at the patient, and the steel nails that could penetrate a three-inch thick plank easily pierced into the patient's body, making him rummage through the bloody cavity to find the bleeding point, which was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"2100 milliliters, the coagulation factor will be reduced to the dangerous line if the blood is transfused again."

Kazusuke answered Dr. Yamada's question, looked up, and saw two unfamiliar doctors walking into the operating room wearing surgical gowns.

"Ten milliliters of 10% calcium gluconate, intravenously."

Dr. Komatsu seized the initiative in the operation. Compared with the more professional second surgery, doctors in the emergency department have always been at a disadvantage. Dr. Yamada, who is at the mid-level of LV3, is obviously not as calm as Komatsu, who is at the peak of LV3.

"Doctor Xiaosong, the patient is suspected of having a traumatic pneumothorax, let's deal with the lung injury first."

A faint brilliance flickered in Fujii's eyes. Under the eyes of Yin Yang pupil, the patient's lung condition was not optimistic. Although the lung puncture had been done, the three bleeding points caused the outside air to enter the chest cavity, affecting the body's recovery. Severe circulatory dysfunction caused by cardiac blood flow is the cause of the patient's shock, not simply excessive blood loss.

"Okay, you come to help."

Komatsu Tasuke agreed to Fujii's mind, and in the operation with him, the young man's vision and judgment have always been accurate, and he was right.

"Open the chest, temporarily sew up the abdomen..."

Before Tasuke Komatsu could finish his words, Fujii reached into the patient's incisional abdomen, groped for a few seconds, and took out four steel nails still with flesh and blood.

"Ding ding ding!" The steel nails scattered into the metal tray, making the doctor who had been looking around for nearly half an hour turn into a toad with his mouth open, stunned.

"Attractor."

"Sewing tools."

Fujii didn't explain too much. The thoracotomy required turning the patient sideways and incision from the intercostals. He felt that with the speed at which Komatsu helped treat the pneumothorax, the patient whose abdomen was still bleeding might not be able to last until then.

"Line 5, give me [-] minutes, Dr. Komatsu."

Forbearance developed for half a year, and Fujii didn't intend to pretend anymore.

(End of this chapter)