Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1075 Jiao Shude's Traditional Chinese Medicine Surgery Scene, "Let's see what true medical skill is!" (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets: 3K Chapters)

Fang Yan and Li Zhengji both nodded.

"The first step is the preparation for the surgery." Jiao Shude opened the Western medicine surgical instrument box and took out a tray, scalpel, tweezers, hemostats, sutures, mask, gloves, and a magnifying glass to wear on the eyes from a pile of tools inside.

At the same time, the traditional Chinese medicine hemostatic powder was opened.

Then, with the help of the nurse, the anesthetic was inhaled into the syringe.

Fang Yan and the others watched from the sidelines, also wearing gloves and masks, mainly so they could get started if needed to help stop the bleeding. Fang Yan actually had acupuncture needles he could use, but he was there to learn, and he might use his own method if he needed to use them later.

At this moment, Li Zhengji asked Jiao Shude:
"Is this a Western medicine anesthetic?"

“Yes, this is convenient,” Jiao Shude said.

The patient became visibly nervous upon seeing the syringe. When the nurse helped disinfect it, her muscles tensed up and her breathing became rapid.

Does this hurt?

“It will definitely hurt a little during the injection, but your hand won’t hurt afterward. Just bear with it,” Jiao Shude said to the patient.

Next, he picked up the syringe, aimed it at the patient's right index finger, and then injected the needle precisely into the fingertip around the lesion.

"Hiss..." The patient gasped, then said:

"It's much less painful than my nail, but my finger feels so swollen!"

Jiao Shude said to her:
"This is normal, don't panic, don't move your hands."

Fang Yan noticed that the skin at the injection site was slightly raised and white.

The patient bit his lip and nodded. After a while, Jiao Shude touched the patient's fingernails and asked:
"How do you feel now?"

The patient said:
"I can't feel anything anymore. It's like a wooden stick. I can feel you pressing on me, but I can't feel anything else."

Then Jiao Shude turned on his flashlight and asked Fang Yan to shine it on him. He then wrapped the patient's fingers with thread to prevent excessive blood loss.

He then picked up a scalpel and quickly made an "8" shape behind the patient's fingernail. He then lifted the skin to expose the tip of the nail beneath the flesh.

Then he was about to start removing the nails.

Although the patient felt nothing at this moment, she dared not look at it anymore, turning her face away and letting Jiao Shude do as he pleased.

"Zhengji, hold your hand steady, I'm going to pull it out," Jiao Shude said to Li Zhengji after wiping the blood from the incision.

Li Zhengji quickly did as instructed, and then he saw his master begin to remove the nail with tools.

First, use surgical scissors to pierce the gap between the nail and the flesh to separate the part.

After the nail has separated from the flesh, use scissors to cut the nail in the middle, and then gently lift the two nails up.

The process made the old men watching from a distance very uncomfortable; they grimaced and their hair stood on end. But the more they grimaced, the more they wanted to see how it was done.

After Jiao Shude pulled off the entire fingernail, the nail bed was exposed to everyone.

Contrary to expectations of a bloody scene, this was a piece of pink, tender flesh. Apart from some tissue fluid, no blood was seeping out because the finger was tied with a thread, preventing blood from reaching it.

If the thread hadn't been removed by now, blood would have already started flowing.

After Jiao Shude pulled out his fingernail, sweat appeared on his forehead. At this moment, Fang Yan calmly pointed to Jiao Shude's forehead and gestured for the nurse to wipe his sweat.

The nurse then realized what was happening and quickly did as instructed.

This surprised Jiao Shude. Generally speaking, no one who sees this kind of surgery for the first time is as calm as Fang Yan.

Even Li Zhengji's hands were trembling slightly at this moment.

Fang Yan's mental fortitude is clearly much better than Li Zhengji's.

Next, Jiao Shude wiped away the sweat and used hemostatic gauze to wipe away the tissue fluid and a small amount of blood that had seeped out from the patient's nail, revealing the pink nail bed.

Then he put down the scissors, picked up the tweezers and scalpel, and gently cut into the area where Fang Yan had just pointed out where more light was coming through.

After cutting open a layer, Jiao Shude used tweezers to lift the nail bed and look underneath.

could not find it.

"It should be hard. Try touching it with tweezers," Fang Yan reminded Jiao Shude.

Jiao Shude was taken aback, then nodded.

Using dialects is indeed a viable approach.

Then he used tweezers to probe the nearby nail bed little by little.

Finally, I actually found a place with a similar tactile feel.

He immediately made a gentle cut with the scalpel, but soon encountered something hard.

"I've got it!" Jiao Shude said.

After saying that, he used tweezers to open the incision, and blood gushed out from the gap. However, he wiped it clean with gauze and upon closer inspection, there was indeed something buried in the flesh.

Jiao Shude picked up the tweezers, pinched the hard object, took a deep breath, and tried to pull it out, but couldn't budge it.

"Try picking them out," Fang Yan suggested.

After hearing this, Jiao Shude glanced at Fang Yan and inexplicably felt that what Fang Yan said must be right.

Then he took the nail clippers he had been using, inserted them into the hard object, and followed the outer wall of the object downwards. Once he reached the bottom, he gently lifted it upwards, and the next second, a translucent object the size of a mung bean was pulled out.

"That's it!" Fang Yan was certain he had seen this thing before; it looked exactly the same, with blood vessels and nerves connected to it. Hearing this, those around him who had initially been too afraid to look all glanced at the object.

It is translucent, like a magnified pearl rice.

Thanks to the dialect prompt, Jiao Shude found him after making the second cut.

Next, Jiao Shude began to carefully separate them little by little.

After it was completely removed, I placed the thing on the white gauze on the tray.

It looks inconspicuous, but this is the culprit that causes patients unbearable pain and makes them want to cut off their fingers.

At this moment, Jiao Shude's forehead was soaked with sweat, and the nurse wiped it again and again.

"Phew..." He couldn't help but let out a long breath. It went so smoothly. Luckily, Fang Yan reminded him earlier, otherwise he didn't know how many cuts he would have had to make.

Then he looked at the patient's hand one last time. Now there was a hole in it, and the bone underneath could be seen.

He picked up the needle and thread and began sewing. Fang Yan confirmed that his master, Jiao Shude, hadn't done it in a long time and was quite rusty.

What should have been a simple finishing touch turned out to be a bit tricky, but thankfully it was eventually sewn up.

They applied hemostatic powder and then began bandaging the patient.

Before long, his entire finger was wrapped in gauze.

"Surgery is over!" Jiao Shude said to everyone after cutting the tape.

In fact, according to local dialects, this surgery can also reattach fingernails.

Of course, you don't have to reattach it; it will grow back anyway, it just takes a while.

Just then, a long-lost system notification sounded in Fang Yan's mind:

[Ding! Divine Skill Experience System: +10 years of experience observing traditional Chinese medicine surgical procedures for subungual glomus tumors.]

Although it's based on watching others' experiences, Fang Yan himself can immediately gain experience and become a seasoned pro once he starts practicing.

Moreover, the system determined that this was based on experience in traditional Chinese medicine surgery.

It is indeed quite different from the Western medical surgery that people in the local dialect imagine.

Then, speaking in dialect, he said to them:

"The root of this disease lies in the internal organs and meridians. Even if it is removed, there is no guarantee that it will not recur. To completely resolve it, you still need to regulate your body."

Master Jiao Shude nodded and said:
"Yes, surgery only removes the local lesions, but it does not resolve the fundamental pathogenesis of stagnation of qi and blood and internal accumulation of pathogenic heat, which is the 'tangible knot' formed by the accumulation of qi and blood. Therefore, without regulating the functions of the internal organs, it is very likely that the same lesions will form in a new location or in the original location."

"The lesion is just the symptom; the root cause is the imbalance of the internal organs. If only the symptoms are treated without addressing the root cause, recurrence is highly probable."

Then he said to the patient:
"You are still relatively young. At over forty years old, your blood and energy are still quite vigorous. You should recover quickly with Chinese medicine."

The patient nodded repeatedly upon hearing their words, saying:

"I eat!"

She is now completely convinced.

They spent so much money on machines at the hospital, but nothing came out. Now that they're here, Fang Yan only needed a flashlight to confirm his diagnosis, and then immediately underwent surgery to remove the thing.

Now she felt completely relaxed, her mind was fine, and it was definitely this thing causing the problem in her finger. Since Fang Yan and the others said there would be follow-up treatment, then she would get treatment.

Now she believes whatever you say.

When Li Zhengji heard that she had agreed, he began to write medical records and prescriptions.

Although this patient's journey was fraught with difficulties, we witnessed my master's skill in traditional Chinese medicine surgery.

It was a valuable experience for him as well.

At least he learned several steps.

I wonder how much of the dialect they've learned?
He actually gave his master some advice during the surgery, and it was indeed helpful after his master adopted it.

It seems I should start reading foreign journals from now on.

"Can I take this back as a souvenir?" Just then, the patient's words brought Li Zhengji back to reality.

The patient pointed to the fingernails and tumor on the tray and asked the three men and women:

"Hmm, why?" Everyone looked at her curiously.

Isn't this habit a bit inappropriate?
In general, doctors handle these things; for example, Western medicine doctors would use them for pathological sections.

The patient said somewhat angrily:
“My family and neighbors all think I’m mentally unstable, so I have to show this to them. Oh, and also to the doctors at the hospitals that treated me. I want them to know what real medical skills are!”

"No, I'm going to publish another article! I'm going to denounce them for not solving my problem and for saying that I have mental problems and that I'm having delusions while writing the book! They even told me to go to a mental hospital."

"I must write it down and show them what true medical skill is!"

PS: I got another 100 monthly votes, so after finishing this chapter, I still owe everyone 25000 words.

That's all for today, please come early tomorrow.

Lao Feng is working hard to write tomorrow's code.

(End of this chapter)