Chapter 84

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"Authorization accepted, medical assistance system activated!"

In front of Yang Jie, the energy value on the crystal energy column, originally at 0375, quickly dropped to 0075 after the medical assistance system was activated, deducting thirty percent of the energy.

The medical assistance system not only integrates the skills and experiences of future medicine but also compiles all the medical literature, case diagnoses, and various professional skills accumulated over thousands of years of human history.

Due to the massive medical treatment database that needs to be loaded, a significant amount of system energy is consumed.

Fortunately, with Xiao Wu in charge of the system activation, it does not hinder Yang Jie's free movement.

Yang Jie, feeling slightly more refreshed, took two bottles of purified water from the trunk, opened them, and washed his face and hands, reducing the oil smell on his body. Then, he threw the empty oil drums by the roadside and closed the trunk. He drove back along the road, heading towards the township health center once the car was back on the main road.

"Brother Jie, loading the medical assistance system's database takes a long time. I will first load the battlefield trauma emergency knowledge and skills into your brain. You can activate the medical assistance system and use battlefield trauma emergency techniques to save Dai Xiaqiang," Xiao Wu suggested. Yang Jie had no objections; as long as he could save Dai Xiaqiang, everything he did would not be in vain.

Within a day, Yang Jie activated two branch systems, with a large amount of data loaded into his brain.

If it weren't for Yang Jie's exceptional intelligence and slightly better brain development compared to ordinary people, plus Xiao Wu controlling the data loading, Yang Jie's brain would have gone into a protective hibernation, causing him to faint.

On the way to the health center, Yang Jie felt a bit dizzy, as if his brain was overworked. Fortunately, when the car arrived at the health center, the dizziness quickly disappeared, not affecting his ability to save Dai Xiaqiang.

The Wuhe Liquor Factory is the largest enterprise in Wuhe Township, and Yang Family Village is also well-known in Wuhe Township. The health center naturally did not neglect the injured sent from the liquor factory.

In the afternoon, after welcoming the newly appointed township party secretary at the township government, the health center director Liang Chao, who had already gone home, received the news and hurried back to the health center. He saw the newly appointed township party secretary Jiang Yi and the acting county police chief Yang Hua accompanying the injured to the health center.

With the two leaders instructing that the injured must be saved at all costs, Liang Chao urgently called the county and city hospitals, requesting doctors who could handle the special knife wounds on Dai Xiaqiang to rush to Wuhe Township for emergency treatment.

The employees from the liquor factory were queuing up in the laboratory to donate blood. Those who met the blood donation requirements each donated 400 milliliters of blood.

Currently, Dai Xiaqiang was barely maintaining his life through blood transfusions from others. However, this method of treating the symptoms rather than the root cause could easily lead to brain death due to oxygen deprivation from blood loss. Therefore, Liang Chao personally led two doctors in the operating room to handle Dai Xiaqiang's wounds and control the bleeding.

Yang Jie got out of the car and walked into the health center, seeing the employees from the liquor factory who had just finished donating blood. He hurriedly asked, "How is Master Dai doing?"

"Uncle Jie, the nurse just said the situation is not optimistic. If Master Dai's injuries are not controlled, he might become a vegetable even if he survives!" Yang Shouning, holding a cotton swab to the needle mark on his arm, looked at the wind-dusted Yang Jie and shook his head.

The county hospital did not have doctors who could handle special injuries, and there was no news from the city yet. Given Dai Xiaqiang's current condition, the hope of saving him was slim.

Everyone had already given up hope for Dai Xiaqiang's survival, but they continued to donate blood to save him for two reasons: one, Dai Xiaqiang saved Yang Jie; and two, Dai Xiaqiang was well-liked in the liquor factory, and everyone wanted to do their best and leave the rest to fate.

"Where is my father now?" Yang Jie, hearing the urgent situation, did not have time to thank everyone for their blood donations and directly asked Yang Shouning.

"The factory manager is in the operating room." Yang Shouning pointed in the direction of the health center's operating room.

Yang Jie hurriedly ran towards the operating room. Jiang Yi, Yang Hua, and some employees from the liquor factory were waiting outside. Seeing the red light above the operating room door still on and nurses occasionally entering with blood bags, Yang Jie felt relieved that he had arrived in time.

"Brother Yang, the current situation is not optimistic. Please be prepared mentally!"

Yang Hua and Jiang Yi had also called the city for help, but while general surgeons were easy to find, doctors who could handle injuries from special military knives were hard to come by. Since there was no news from the city yet, Yang Hua was giving Yang Jie a heads-up.

"Director Yang, I have learned emergency medical skills. I might be able to save Master Dai. Could you please talk to the director and let me into the operating room to help?" Yang Jie first thanked the two for their calls and then seriously requested Yang Hua.

"Dai Xiaqiang's injuries are special, difficult to suture, and regular hemostatic drugs are ineffective. Moreover, several veins are damaged, making it hard even for experienced surgeons to handle. Can your emergency skills really help?" Yang Hua knew Yang Jie was anxious, as Dai Xiaqiang was injured while saving him, but entering the operating room was no joke, as it involved the patient's life.

Yang Xinhua, who had learned emergency treatment for such wounds in the military, could temporarily keep the patient alive, which is why he could enter the operating room to help. If Yang Jie entered and could not help, it could easily interfere with the emergency personnel's work and lead to the patient's death.

"Brother Yang, I know acupuncture. I was late because I had to buy silver needles. I can use these silver needles to control Master Dai's wounds." Yang Jie waved the wooden box containing the silver needles.

On the way to the health center, Yang Jie stopped at the largest private clinic in Wuhe Township and bought the clinic's silver needles at a high price. He planned to use a special acupuncture technique to stop the bleeding and then suture Dai Xiaqiang's knife wounds.

Yang Jie's recent performance proved that he was a very steady and highly knowledgeable young man.

In the afternoon, Yang Jie's perfect reasoning and detective skills helped the police easily solve the murder of Wang Guixi. From Yang Jie's performance, it was clear that he was not a rash or careless person.

Looking at the serious and determined Yang Jie, with his deep and bright eyes radiating confidence, such strong confidence was something Yang Hua had never seen in anyone else.

Perhaps it was Yang Jie's consistent performance that convinced Yang Hua, or perhaps it was the intense confidence in Yang Jie's eyes that won Yang Hua's trust. Without much hesitation, Yang Hua nodded and said, "Prepare yourself, disinfect first, and I'll talk to Director Liang."

Seeing Yang Hua agree, Yang Jie nodded in gratitude and hurried to the injection room to find alcohol to disinfect the silver needles. When Yang Jie returned to the operating room with the disinfected silver needles, Liang Chao had already been called out by Yang Hua.

Thinking that there was good news from the city, Liang Chao, who was busy in the operating room, was greatly relieved. He hurriedly came out but heard that Yang Jie wanted to enter the operating room to help. Without thinking, Liang Chao instinctively shook his head in refusal.

Isn't this just making things worse?

Inside, they were so busy they couldn't catch their breath, and Yang Hua was still causing trouble here. Does he even want to save the patient?

If it weren't for the county police chief, Liang Chao might have cursed. Complaining about the bureaucracy, Liang Chao was about to return to the operating room when Yang Jie hurriedly called him.

"Director Liang, I learned acupuncture and emergency skills from an old Chinese medicine practitioner in Northeast China. This old practitioner was a military doctor before the liberation and treated many Chinese civilians and soldiers injured by Japanese soldiers in Northeast China.

He was very skilled in treating knife and gunshot wounds. I learned from him for two years and acquired some of his skills. Now that Master Dai's condition is critical and you cannot guarantee that you can save him, why not let me try? I might be able to help." Yang Jie's words sounded a bit mystical, but Liang Chao didn't have the time to question the truth of what Yang Jie said.

As Yang Jie said, Dai Xiaqiang's injuries were severe. If it weren't for his strong will and excellent physical condition, he would have died from excessive blood loss long ago.

Since Dai Xiaqiang could die at any moment due to ineffective treatment, and Yang Jie confidently claimed he could save him, with Yang Hua vouching for him, Liang Chao could not refuse. After all, human life is paramount, and if his medical skills were not sufficient, he could not prevent others from trying to save the patient.