Ask Sword

"It's so late,"

Li Ang frowned, walked to the door, and asked, "Who is it?"

"I'm Lu Yi. My mother and I met Doctor Li during the Duanyang Festival."

The immature female voice outside the door shouted in a crying tone: "Please save my mother!"

"Um?"

Li Ang looked out through the crack of the door, and the mother and daughter who also wanted to buy hairpins that he saw at the Dragon Boat Festival riverside flashed in his mind. gone?"

"My mother, my mother has a difficult delivery,"

Lu Yi cried and said: "The mother-in-law who delivered the baby said, there is no hope."

"How long has it been difficult to give birth?"

Li Ang woke up from the fatigue of studying in an instant, rushed back to the back room, picked up the medicine box containing various chores, and kicked the door casually, "Where is the person?"

“Not far east of town”

Lu Yi barely stopped crying, and ran ahead to lead the way.

Li Ang and Chai Cuiqiao followed behind, passed the Weizhou Bridge, entered the alley, and came to a secluded courtyard. Voice.

boom!

Li Ang pushed open the door, and saw Lu Yi's mother lying on the bed, sweating from pain, her knees were bent, covered with a cloth, and the old midwife was sitting on the stool at the end of the bed, her forehead was covered with sweat.

Seeing Li Ang rushing in, the old midwife was startled, "Young Lord, how could you break in?"

"I'm Leon."

Li Ang blocked the old midwife's mouth with one sentence, and without caring too much, he directly squeezed past the other party's position to observe.

"Intrauterine contraction is weak, and the fetal head does not descend."

Li Ang's heart sank, and he stood up and asked the old midwife, "When did the mother start giving birth? How long has it been?"

"Seven, no, eight hours!"

The old midwife counted her fingers and asked with a pale face: "Is Mr. Xiao Lang the little genius doctor who got the recommendation letter from the academy?"

"it's me."

Li Ang didn't talk nonsense to her, and glanced at Lu Yi's mother's pale face.

During the eight-hour delivery process, the mother has already lost her strength. Every minute of delay at this time means more danger to the fetus and pregnant mother.

"There must be a way to get the fetus delivered."

Li Ang pursed his lips tightly. At this time, the best solution is cesarean section, but without anesthesia and sterile environment, cesarean section is undoubtedly a fantasy.

"Midwifery forceps!"

Li Ang clenched his fist hard and looked at Lu Yi, "Do you have a pen and paper? Get it here quickly, I want a thinner brush."

"Yes, yes."

With a pale face, Lu Yi quickly ran to get a pen and paper. Li Ang picked up the pen and drew three patterns that looked like separate forceps on the paper, which were the front view, left view, and top view of midwifery forceps.

Next to each figure, specific dimensions and descriptions are marked.

"Wait here, take good care of the mother, heat the hot water, I'll be right back!"

Li Ang let out a deep sigh, took the blueprint for explaining the midwifery forceps, asked Lu Yi, Chai Cuiqiao and the old midwife to take care of the parturient, and rushed out by himself to Pu Liuxuan's residence.

Fortunately, the two places were not far away, so Li Ang ran wildly, panting, and knocked on the door of Pu Liuxuan's house, "Teacher, teacher, is Senior Brother Cheng there?"

"The sun is rising."

Pu Liuxuan yawned and pushed open the door. Seeing Li Ang's anxious expression, he calmed down his sleepiness and said seriously, "What's wrong?"

Li Ang shook the blueprint in his hand, and said anxiously: "There is a woman with dystocia, and I need Brother Cheng to help me create midwifery tools with cast iron."

Pu Liuxuan glanced at the drawing, and said very quickly: "Juxiu is not here, he found a yard to live in, the third one on the east side of Xianjing Street, I don't know if he is still there."

"Thank you, teacher."

Li Ang cupped his hands, took the blueprints, turned around and ran towards Xianjing Street, looked for the house number, and was about to knock on the door when he found that the courtyard door was unlocked.

Pushing open the wooden door, Cheng Juxiu was sitting in the middle of the courtyard, with a solemn expression, his right hand stretched out, under the palm, the flying sword was floating, and the blades on both sides were lingering with cyan light.

And facing Cheng Juxiu was a figure standing on a branch of a big tree in the courtyard.

He was wearing a bamboo hat, with a circle of black gauze hanging around the hat, and his whole body was covered in black night clothes, only the palms holding two long and narrow daggers were exposed, and his face and gender could not be seen clearly.

The two sides are silently accumulating fighting spirit, the dust is slowly flying on the ground, a light-seeking insect instinctively wants to pounce on the candle on the stone table beside Cheng Juxiu, just crossing the central axis of the confrontation, it is cut into pieces by the invisible force without any waves. In two halves, fell to the ground.

Li Ang's sudden intrusion was like a stone smashing into a calm lake, causing ripples.

The two sides remained silent, and silently shifted their gazes to him.

Cheng Juxiu squeezed out a smile, "The sun is rising."

Li Ang pursed his lips slightly, "Brother, are you busy?"

"Um."

Cheng Juxiu nodded, "The old man is visiting. Do you have something to do?"

"There was a woman who had dystocia and needed to use cast iron to make forceps to help with childbirth."

Li Ang hesitated: "Brother, is it in the way?"

"No problem."

Cheng Juxiu beckoned, summoned a breeze out of thin air, and swept away the blueprint in Li Ang's hand.

Snapped.

Cheng Juxiu pinched the drawing, glanced at it, ignored the "old friend" who was still standing on the branch, bent down, picked up the iron box on the ground, and frankly took out two pieces of silver ingots from the iron box.

While turning the button of the iron box like last time, releasing the flames and casting silver ingots,

While asking casually: "Risheng, what are forceps?"

"An instrument for assisting mothers to deliver babies, which can solve dystocia with fetal head position, shorten the second stage of labor, and terminate pregnancy as soon as possible."

Li Ang glanced at the man in black on the branch with unknown enemies and friends, and said in a deep voice: "The midwifery forceps can hold the head of the fetus like pliers, and assist the delivery of the fetus through pulling force during childbirth.

Since the shape of the forceps is curved, it can fit the fetal head, so as long as it is used properly, it will not cause strain on the fetal head.

Thereby improving the survival probability of the mother and the fetus in the event of a dystocia accident. "

Cheng Juxiu, who was releasing the cast iron technique, said in surprise, "You invented it yourself?"

"That's right."

Li Ang replied hesitantly.

In fact, the history of forceps can be traced back to the murals of the Ptolemy Dynasty in 250 BC. Galen, a physician in ancient Rome, also used early forceps, but now is not the time to explain so much.

"Women in the world have difficulties in giving birth. I don't know how many mothers unfortunately died on the delivery bed. Children's birthdays have also become mothers' day of suffering."

Cheng Juxiu said in a serious tone: "If the forceps are really effective, you will be admitted to the academy just because of this. Weizhou and even the prefectures of Yu State will erect shrines for you, thank you for your immeasurable merit. "

"If it works, it's good if it can save people."

Li Ang shook his head. For some reason, the hostility of the man in black on the branch seemed to have melted a lot.