Chapter 82: What Could Be Wrong With The Emperor?
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"You say." Empress Duanjing was also worried about Emperor Ming's body. If this girl could really cure the emperor's illness, she would agree to any request.
"The minister's daughter usually just read a few more medical books. Although she understands some medical principles, she lacks practical experience, so she wanted to ask for an experienced helper. The minister's daughter heard that Mr. Situ from the Xuanwang Mansion is very skilled in medicine, so she wanted to ask Mr. Situ for help. Please allow the minister's daughter this request."
That said, it should be reasonable.
When Empress Duanjing heard it, it was indeed reasonable, and she said to Meng Yuan, "What is King Xuan's opinion?"
Since Situ Gong was a member of the Xuan Wang's mansion, she naturally needed to ask Xuan Wang's opinion.
"Mr. Situ will try his best to help." Meng Yuan still looked cold, but he said so, and naturally agreed.
Zhao Ling finally realized that this Funing Hall was Emperor Ming's chamber.
Walking into the inner room of the chamber, it was naturally splendid and magnificent, and Zhao Ling didn't bother to look closely, and walked directly to the spacious wooden bed where Emperor Ming was lying.
There was an old man who looked like an imperial doctor beside the bed, who was taking the pulse of Emperor Mingde. Seeing that Eunuch Li brought two people in, he stood up and put his hands on one side.
"Doctor Wang, how is the emperor's situation?" Eunuch Li asked softly.
Doctor Wang's face was full of worry. "The emperor's asthma symptoms seem to be getting more and more serious, and the time of coma is getting longer and longer. The situation is not optimistic."
Lying on the bed was a middle-aged man in his fifties. Although his eyes were closed, he still had a majestic face. This was Emperor Ming, the current emperor of the Dasheng Dynasty.
Zhao Ling saw that he was short of breath, suffocating, his lips and fingers were cyanotic, and his face was covered in sweat, as if he had lost consciousness.
It looks like a pneumothorax!
She asked Situ Gong to probe Ming Dedi's pulse, and it turned out that the pulse was weak and fast. It must be a pneumothorax.
She asked Imperial Physician Wang, "Has the emperor ever suffered from lung disease?"
"The emperor caught a cold last month and coughed for a long time. At that time, his lungs were indeed inflamed," recalled Imperial Physician Wang.
"Then what is the emperor's illness now?"
"The emperor recovered a few days ago. Thinking that he had not moved his muscles and bones for a long time, he played polo with several princes. In the middle, the fourth prince's ball hit the emperor's chest. After the emperor fell off the horse, he felt chest tightness and shortness of breath. It seems to be more serious today." It was so serious that he had exhaled more and inhaled less. Of course, Imperial Physician Wang did not dare to say this.
The situation was of course serious.
Zhao Ling thought helplessly. If she didn't treat it, he would die. If Emperor Mingde died because of pneumothorax, he would kill himself. Just when he has pneumonia, he runs to do strenuous sports like polo.
And that fourth prince was also an unlucky one who accidentally smashed the polo into Emperor Mingde's lungs. The blow should have caused the air bubbles on the surface of the lungs to burst, allowing air to enter the pleural space.
The problem of pneumothorax could be big or small, and if it was not treated in time, it would indeed be life-threatening.
According to Emperor Mingde's current symptoms, only lung puncture could be done for now. She was only a forensic doctor, not a surgeon, but now the situation wass urgent, and she couldn't care so much.
She instructed Situ Gong to prepare a long silver needle. After disinfecting the needle, she slowly stroked Emperor Mingde's chest with her hand.
No way, there was no instrument testing equipment here, everything could only rely on her own experience and feel.
Fortunately, she was used to dissecting corpses, and no one knows the internal structure of the human body better than her. This was also the reason why she insisted on doing it herself instead of letting Situ Gong give the needles.
In a short time, she pinpointed the site of the needle. Under the horrified eyes of Imperial Physician Wang and Eunuch Li, she quickly and accurately pierced the silver needle into Emperor Mingde's chest. For lung puncture, the most important thing was to be quick and accurate, and she must not hesitate to start.
There was dark red blood overflowing from the spot where the silver needle was, Zhao Ling breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that she had not stabbed in the wrong place.
Due to the limitations of medical equipment, her biggest worry was that she was not positioned correctly.
She handed the silver needle to Situ Gong, and said to the doctor Wang: "The blood congestion in the emperor's lungs has been discharged, and he should wake up soon. Next, pay attention to whether the emperor has symptoms such as fever and cough. They should be treated promptly."
Imperial Physician Wang and Eunuch Li were obviously startled by Zhao Ling's actions just now. Who was this woman who could stab such a long silver needle into the emperor's chest without changing her face, and seeing her expression was so confident and calm, they had to be convinced.
Situ Gong was also very shocked. Zhao Ling's quick and precise movements when he placed the needle just now opened his eyes. This stab was into the current emperor's chest. He could imagine the risks she had to take with this needle, but the princess's eyes were still so confident and calm, and this alone made Situ Gong's heart to feel admiration for the princess.
Of course, Zhao Ling was not as calm as they thought, and she was also sweating. After all, this was the first time she had performed a lung puncture. Before, it was just talk on paper at most, and the target was the current emperor.
If she was careless, it was not something she could solve by dropping her head alone. This was also thanks to her roommate who studied surgery when she was a graduate student, who often used human specimens in her dormitory to experiment with some minor operations. Over time, she also became fascinated by it.
Fortunately, she succeeded.
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"You say." Empress Duanjing was also worried about Emperor Ming's body. If this girl could really cure the emperor's illness, she would agree to any request.
"The minister's daughter usually just read a few more medical books. Although she understands some medical principles, she lacks practical experience, so she wanted to ask for an experienced helper. The minister's daughter heard that Mr. Situ from the Xuanwang Mansion is very skilled in medicine, so she wanted to ask Mr. Situ for help. Please allow the minister's daughter this request."
That said, it should be reasonable.
When Empress Duanjing heard it, it was indeed reasonable, and she said to Meng Yuan, "What is King Xuan's opinion?"
Since Situ Gong was a member of the Xuan Wang's mansion, she naturally needed to ask Xuan Wang's opinion.
"Mr. Situ will try his best to help." Meng Yuan still looked cold, but he said so, and naturally agreed.
Zhao Ling finally realized that this Funing Hall was Emperor Ming's chamber.
Walking into the inner room of the chamber, it was naturally splendid and magnificent, and Zhao Ling didn't bother to look closely, and walked directly to the spacious wooden bed where Emperor Ming was lying.
There was an old man who looked like an imperial doctor beside the bed, who was taking the pulse of Emperor Mingde. Seeing that Eunuch Li brought two people in, he stood up and put his hands on one side.
"Doctor Wang, how is the emperor's situation?" Eunuch Li asked softly.
Doctor Wang's face was full of worry. "The emperor's asthma symptoms seem to be getting more and more serious, and the time of coma is getting longer and longer. The situation is not optimistic."
Lying on the bed was a middle-aged man in his fifties. Although his eyes were closed, he still had a majestic face. This was Emperor Ming, the current emperor of the Dasheng Dynasty.
Zhao Ling saw that he was short of breath, suffocating, his lips and fingers were cyanotic, and his face was covered in sweat, as if he had lost consciousness.
It looks like a pneumothorax!
She asked Situ Gong to probe Ming Dedi's pulse, and it turned out that the pulse was weak and fast. It must be a pneumothorax.
She asked Imperial Physician Wang, "Has the emperor ever suffered from lung disease?"
"The emperor caught a cold last month and coughed for a long time. At that time, his lungs were indeed inflamed," recalled Imperial Physician Wang.
"Then what is the emperor's illness now?"
"The emperor recovered a few days ago. Thinking that he had not moved his muscles and bones for a long time, he played polo with several princes. In the middle, the fourth prince's ball hit the emperor's chest. After the emperor fell off the horse, he felt chest tightness and shortness of breath. It seems to be more serious today." It was so serious that he had exhaled more and inhaled less. Of course, Imperial Physician Wang did not dare to say this.
The situation was of course serious.
Zhao Ling thought helplessly. If she didn't treat it, he would die. If Emperor Mingde died because of pneumothorax, he would kill himself. Just when he has pneumonia, he runs to do strenuous sports like polo.
And that fourth prince was also an unlucky one who accidentally smashed the polo into Emperor Mingde's lungs. The blow should have caused the air bubbles on the surface of the lungs to burst, allowing air to enter the pleural space.
The problem of pneumothorax could be big or small, and if it was not treated in time, it would indeed be life-threatening.
According to Emperor Mingde's current symptoms, only lung puncture could be done for now. She was only a forensic doctor, not a surgeon, but now the situation wass urgent, and she couldn't care so much.
She instructed Situ Gong to prepare a long silver needle. After disinfecting the needle, she slowly stroked Emperor Mingde's chest with her hand.
No way, there was no instrument testing equipment here, everything could only rely on her own experience and feel.
Fortunately, she was used to dissecting corpses, and no one knows the internal structure of the human body better than her. This was also the reason why she insisted on doing it herself instead of letting Situ Gong give the needles.
In a short time, she pinpointed the site of the needle. Under the horrified eyes of Imperial Physician Wang and Eunuch Li, she quickly and accurately pierced the silver needle into Emperor Mingde's chest. For lung puncture, the most important thing was to be quick and accurate, and she must not hesitate to start.
There was dark red blood overflowing from the spot where the silver needle was, Zhao Ling breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that she had not stabbed in the wrong place.
Due to the limitations of medical equipment, her biggest worry was that she was not positioned correctly.
She handed the silver needle to Situ Gong, and said to the doctor Wang: "The blood congestion in the emperor's lungs has been discharged, and he should wake up soon. Next, pay attention to whether the emperor has symptoms such as fever and cough. They should be treated promptly."
Imperial Physician Wang and Eunuch Li were obviously startled by Zhao Ling's actions just now. Who was this woman who could stab such a long silver needle into the emperor's chest without changing her face, and seeing her expression was so confident and calm, they had to be convinced.
Situ Gong was also very shocked. Zhao Ling's quick and precise movements when he placed the needle just now opened his eyes. This stab was into the current emperor's chest. He could imagine the risks she had to take with this needle, but the princess's eyes were still so confident and calm, and this alone made Situ Gong's heart to feel admiration for the princess.
Of course, Zhao Ling was not as calm as they thought, and she was also sweating. After all, this was the first time she had performed a lung puncture. Before, it was just talk on paper at most, and the target was the current emperor.
If she was careless, it was not something she could solve by dropping her head alone. This was also thanks to her roommate who studied surgery when she was a graduate student, who often used human specimens in her dormitory to experiment with some minor operations. Over time, she also became fascinated by it.
Fortunately, she succeeded.
"You say." Empress Duanjing was also worried about Emperor Ming's body. If this girl could really cure the emperor's illness, she would agree to any request."The minister's daughter usually just read a few more medical books. Although she understands some medical principles, she lacks practical experience, so she wanted to ask for an experienced helper. The minister's daughter heard that Mr. Situ from the Xuanwang Mansion is very skilled in medicine, so she wanted to ask Mr. Situ for help. Please allow the minister's daughter this request."That said, it should be reasonable.When Empress Duanjing heard it, it was indeed reasonable, and she said to Meng Yuan, "What is King Xuan's opinion?"Since Situ Gong was a member of the Xuan Wang's mansion, she naturally needed to ask Xuan Wang's opinion."Mr. Situ will try his best to help." Meng Yuan still looked cold, but he said so, and naturally agreed.Zhao Ling finally realized that this Funing Hall was Emperor Ming's chamber.Walking into the inner room of the chamber, it was naturally splendid and magnificent, and Zhao Ling didn't bother to look closely, and walked directly to the spacious wooden bed where Emperor Ming was lying.There was an old man who looked like an imperial doctor beside the bed, who was taking the pulse of Emperor Mingde. Seeing that Eunuch Li brought two people in, he stood up and put his hands on one side."Doctor Wang, how is the emperor's situation?" Eunuch Li asked softly.Doctor Wang's face was full of worry. "The emperor's asthma symptoms seem to be getting more and more serious, and the time of coma is getting longer and longer. The situation is not optimistic."Lying on the bed was a middle-aged man in his fifties. Although his eyes were closed, he still had a majestic face. This was Emperor Ming, the current emperor of the Dasheng Dynasty.Zhao Ling saw that he was short of breath, suffocating, his lips and fingers were cyanotic, and his face was covered in sweat, as if he had lost consciousness.It looks like a pneumothorax!She asked Situ Gong to probe Ming Dedi's pulse, and it turned out that the pulse was weak and fast. It must be a pneumothorax.She asked Imperial Physician Wang, "Has the emperor ever suffered from lung disease?""The emperor caught a cold last month and coughed for a long time. At that time, his lungs were indeed inflamed," recalled Imperial Physician Wang."Then what is the emperor's illness now?""The emperor recovered a few days ago. Thinking that he had not moved his muscles and bones for a long time, he played polo with several princes. In the middle, the fourth prince's ball hit the emperor's chest. After the emperor fell off the horse, he felt chest tightness and shortness of breath. It seems to be more serious today." It was so serious that he had exhaled more and inhaled less. Of course, Imperial Physician Wang did not dare to say this.The situation was of course serious. Zhao Ling thought helplessly. If she didn't treat it, he would die. If Emperor Mingde died because of pneumothorax, he would kill himself. Just when he has pneumonia, he runs to do strenuous sports like polo. And that fourth prince was also an unlucky one who accidentally smashed the polo into Emperor Mingde's lungs. The blow should have caused the air bubbles on the surface of the lungs to burst, allowing air to enter the pleural space.The problem of pneumothorax could be big or small, and if it was not treated in time, it would indeed be life-threatening. According to Emperor Mingde's current symptoms, only lung puncture could be done for now. She was only a forensic doctor, not a surgeon, but now the situation wass urgent, and she couldn't care so much.She instructed Situ Gong to prepare a long silver needle. After disinfecting the needle, she slowly stroked Emperor Mingde's chest with her hand.No way, there was no instrument testing equipment here, everything could only rely on her own experience and feel. Fortunately, she was used to dissecting corpses, and no one knows the internal structure of the human body better than her. This was also the reason why she insisted on doing it herself instead of letting Situ Gong give the needles.In a short time, she pinpointed the site of the needle. Under the horrified eyes of Imperial Physician Wang and Eunuch Li, she quickly and accurately pierced the silver needle into Emperor Mingde's chest. For lung puncture, the most important thing was to be quick and accurate, and she must not hesitate to start.There was dark red blood overflowing from the spot where the silver needle was, Zhao Ling breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that she had not stabbed in the wrong place. Due to the limitations of medical equipment, her biggest worry was that she was not positioned correctly.She handed the silver needle to Situ Gong, and said to the doctor Wang: "The blood congestion in the emperor's lungs has been discharged, and he should wake up soon. Next, pay attention to whether the emperor has symptoms such as fever and cough. They should be treated promptly."Imperial Physician Wang and Eunuch Li were obviously startled by Zhao Ling's actions just now. Who was this woman who could stab such a long silver needle into the emperor's chest without changing her face, and seeing her expression was so confident and calm, they had to be convinced.Situ Gong was also very shocked. Zhao Ling's quick and precise movements when he placed the needle just now opened his eyes. This stab was into the current emperor's chest. He could imagine the risks she had to take with this needle, but the princess's eyes were still so confident and calm, and this alone made Situ Gong's heart to feel admiration for the princess.Of course, Zhao Ling was not as calm as they thought, and she was also sweating. After all, this was the first time she had performed a lung puncture. Before, it was just talk on paper at most, and the target was the current emperor. If she was careless, it was not something she could solve by dropping her head alone. This was also thanks to her roommate who studied surgery when she was a graduate student, who often used human specimens in her dormitory to experiment with some minor operations. Over time, she also became fascinated by it.Fortunately, she succeeded.
