The attending physician went from the ergency room to the blood bank for a blood transfusion.
Sumr Monroe was relieved that most of the doctors here still trusted her. Just as she was about to check on the patient’s condition, she suddenly felt dizzy and almost fainted.
Her nearest assistant quickly supported Sumr Monroe and asked worriedly, "Miss Monroe, what’s wrong?"
Sumr Monroe tried to steady herself and spoke tiredly, "I’m exhausted. Go get a bottle of saline solution; I need to recover my strength quickly."
The phlebotomy thod of Ancient Chinese dicine is different from ordinary Chinese acupuncture; it requires the practitioner to expend a lot of energy and spirit. It’s already fortunate she didn’t faint outright.
The ergency room doctor quickly prepared an IV drip for Sumr Monroe and administered it.
Only then did Sumr Monroe feel sowhat recovered, treating and disinfecting the patient’s needle sites while receiving the infusion. The doctors nearby watched with so reluctance.
One of them couldn’t help but say, "Miss Monroe, you should go to the lounge and rest for a while."
"No need," Sumr Monroe shook her head, refusing. "The anesthesia will wear off soon; I need to perform phlebotomy before that happens."
The other doctors exchanged glances, knowing that they still couldn’t do without Sumr Monroe here. They kept an eye on both Sumr Monroe and the patient.
Soon, the dication in the injection pump was fully administered within the designated ti.
Sumr Monroe waited for a while, confirming that the dication had fully entered the patient’s bloodstream. Then she stood up to start the phlebotomy.
The location for phlebotomy is very precise; too little won’t remove all toxins, too much could lead to excessive bleeding. Therefore, phlebotomy must be perford very cautiously.
After determining the correct spot, Sumr Monroe began the phlebotomy.
To everyone’s amazent, the blood drawn from the patient was as black as ink.
The toxins are coming out!
Everyone was very pleased.
"Looks like Miss Monroe’s thod is working!"
"Be careful; he has hemophilia and very poor coagulation."
"And keep an eye on Miss Monroe; don’t let her faint."
About three or four minutes later, the patient’s hand suddenly moved.
At this point, the black blood gradually returned to its original color.
Sumr Monroe looked up at the patient, seeing him slowly open his eyes, looking weak and confused.
"Where am I...?"
"You’re in the operating room. We are treating you," Sumr Monroe said, signaling to the doctors, who imdiately began stopping the bleeding for the patient.
As expected, the patient’s coagulation was very poor, but fortunately, plasma and platelets were prepared in advance, finally stopping the bleeding.
The patient felt completely weak, looking at the female doctor who was still busy despite receiving an infusion, and asked hoarsely, "Is my condition... life-threatening?"
"What do you think?" Sumr Monroe handed over the rest of the work to the doctors and walked over to the patient.
This patient was still very young and had a sunny appearance, but his face was pale, looking extrely fragile.
Sumr Monroe first checked his pulse to confirm the toxins were mostly cleared. Relieved, she looked up at the young man, speaking indifferently, "If it weren’t for , you’d be dead by now."
The young man was stunned for two seconds and said, "Thank you, doctor..."
"I’m not looking for a verbal thank you."
The young man was stunned again, not expecting the female doctor to be so pragmatic.
He imdiately said, "When I get out, I’ll raise money to thank you."
The other doctors also didn’t expect Sumr Monroe to be like this.
Was everything done just for money?
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