Chapter 340

The crowd made a mess, and the hall suddenly became noisy. The flash lights on the other side kept flashing, but no one came to help. On the contrary, there were some schadenfreude smiles on his face.

"What's wrong! The blood can't stop. Where's the equipment?! where's the nurse?"

The stronger doctor tried his best to rescue the patients who couldn't afford to fall to the ground. However, he found that all this was useless. The other party's nose blood couldn't be wiped clean, and the way to control blood pressure didn't have any effect. The blood was like a tap that had been stripped off. In any case, he couldn't be successfully turned off. He panicked and couldn't help yelling.

"Get out of the way, I'll come."

At this time, a hand rested on his shoulder and pulled him aside.

"Who are you... Dr. Ye!"

Doctor Zhuang Shuo was pulled away from the patient and was about to be angry and questioned. As a result, he lost his temper after seeing the visitor. It was Yemo who pulled him apart.

Ye Mo stretches out his finger, takes away the eyelids of the fallen patient, looks at it, reaches out his hand and presses his carotid artery, then frowns and says, "this man has hemophilia. Inform the blood bank to find his suitable blood type. He may be in danger only by making blood from his own bone marrow."

"Hemophilia!!!"

After hearing this name, doctor zhuangshuo was shocked. He didn't expect that it would be this congenital genetic disease. Once this disease has a little trauma, it will be very troublesome, because their own platelets don't agglutinate and scab. Once injured, they will bleed more than once. If they don't receive emergency treatment and blood transfusion, It's not uncommon to bleed yourself to death!

Other medical staff also reacted at the moment. Hula surrounded them all at once to see if there was anything they could help.

"Go and inform the blood transfusion department to have a blood test. Dr. ye said he had hemophilia!"

Doctor Zhuang Shuo shouted to the surrounding medical staff.

"Hemophilia!"

"My God!"

All of a sudden, it also startled other medical staff, and immediately got a little flustered. In fact, this disease itself is not a particularly serious disease, but once it hurts the thicker blood vessels, it is completely different. That is a disaster, and the human face is where the blood vessels are densely distributed!

The fainting patient's blood flowing out of his nose is more like a stream. It is obvious that he has hurt many blood vessels!

"I'm going to inform the blood transfusion department!"

"I'll check the inventory of thrombin!"

"Please go back to your ward and don't block the passage!"

……

The ability of the strong medical team of the provincial hospital was highlighted at once. The medical staff immediately slowed down after a brief panic. In view of this sudden situation, they immediately began to perform their respective duties. Doctors familiar with internal medicine immediately went to check whether the drugs for hemophilia were sufficient. Nurses and other doctors helped evacuate patients, freeing up corridors and elevator passages.

Within a minute, the elevator door opened and the medical staff of the hematology department rushed out with a stretcher.

Just as the medical staff were ready to carry the patient to the car, Yemo reached out and stopped him.

The medical staff looked at Ye Mo puzzled. The strong doctor was in a hurry. Now it's time to race against time. The other party's delay in treatment is to make himself pay a more serious price?

"Dr. Ye! The patient is bleeding every second! What are you doing?!"

Doctor Zhuang Shuo's voice grew louder under anxiety. He didn't want to go to jail!

If the patient dies, the police will never let him go as long as they check through the monitoring in the hall, because he hit him anyway!

Facing the query of the strong doctor, ye Mo didn't say anything. As soon as he turned his wrist, there were three more silver needles glittering between his fingers. Then he pricked the patient's Fengchi and Kong's most acupoint respectively, and then shook his hand and inserted a silver needle into Hegu acupoint on the patient's hand.

Suddenly, the patient whose bleeding volume was as terrible as a stream stopped bleeding in an instant, his nose no longer emitting plasma, and his breathing became a little smoother, but because there was too much bleeding, his face was still as pale as paper.

"The blood stopped!"

"My God, this... This is amazing!"

"Dr. Xiaoye, good job!"

……

The patient's blood stopped instantly, and the medical staff on one side were unbelievable. Especially the doctors in the Department of Hematology, their eyes were almost staring out. If it weren't for the terrible blood on the patient's chest and on the ground, they thought it was just a sudden emergency drill organized to deal with the superior leaders!

Without plasma transfusion, thrombin injection and adrenocortical hormone injection, it was incredible that this desperate bleeding was stopped directly with only three silver needles!

"Dr. Xiaoye, this patient is from our department. The plasma is ready. Is that it?"

One of the hematologists pushing the stretcher saw that although the blood stopped, doctor ye still blocked the way and asked tentatively.

"Wait a minute."

Ye Mo frowned and said something impatiently.

"This..."

Other medical staff inevitably don't understand. The blood has stopped. Why don't you send him to first aid? Is it difficult? Dr. Xiaoye knows the patient, and... What's the contradiction with the patient?

"Shut up! Look at Dr. Ye's hand!"

One of the sharp eyed doctors shrunk his eyes and shouted when other medical staff asked questions.

A group of medical staff hurried along Ye Mo's hand and found that ye Mo's left hand was always pinched on the patient's wrist!

Dr. Ye is not refusing to treat the patient, but is already treating. He is taking a pulse!

Although I don't know why Ye Mo refused the hematology doctor to move the patient because of pulse diagnosis, ye Mo's skill just shocked a lot of medical staff, so no one dared to move rashly and looked at Ye Mo for pulse diagnosis.

This is a very rare thing. If it were normal, they would have taken yemer aside and sent the patient to the emergency room. Fighting for life with the God of death is a matter of racing against time. It can't be delayed at all.

But now I don't know why, everyone didn't act rashly.

The same is true for the strong doctor. He is the most flustered among these people. After all, the patient's life and death determine whether he will be sentenced or not.

But although he was anxious, he forcibly restrained his impulse to come forward and pull Ye Mo away. He waited so anxiously, and the sweat on his face dropped on the ground along his temples, as if it could be heard clearly.

"At this time, why don't you send them to first aid? What are you doing?"

At this time, a discordant voice came.