The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife Chapter 534.1: God of Slaughter’s Gentle Moments

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Gu Jiao emerged from the Heavenly Music House, the sky already darkening with a few scattered snowflakes drifting in the air.
The bustling atmosphere of the Heavenly Music House did not spread throughout the streets of the entire capital.
Walking through the alleyway that seemed to echo her steps, Gu Jiao pondered over Mo Qianxue's situation.
She had a lingering feeling that something was amiss.
"Ugh..."
At that moment, a muffled groan emanated from a shadowy corner.
Gu Jiao paused her steps, and relying on her assassin’s instinct, she recognized that the person posed no threat to her.
She wasn't one to meddle in others' affairs.
Without any threat, she intended to leave.
However, just a couple of steps away, she furrowed her brow and turned back.
Entering the shadowy corner, she saw a slender figure huddled in the snow, beneath which lay a pool of congealed blood.
Gu Jiao crouched down, brushing aside the strands of hair covering the figure's face, "Mo Qianxue?"
……
Medical hall.
The last patient had just left, and Second Owner was preparing to close when suddenly, a petite figure in green rushed in, carrying a woman covered in blood.
Second Owner narrowly avoided being hit. He quickly dodged, and upon looking towards the incoming person, he immediately exclaimed in surprise, "Little Gu? Who is she?"
"Prepare hot water!"
Gu Jiao left only this sentence before carrying the barely conscious Mo Qianxue back to her own small courtyard.
"Wait a moment..." Second Owner was perplexed as he watched her depart, "What kind of patient is that? That she’s taking her to her own courtyard?"
By the time the Second Owner had hot water sent over, Gu Jiao had already placed Mo Qianxue on the operation table in the room.
"Do you need any help?" Second Owner asked.
Gu Jiao opened her little medicine chest, took out some gloves and put them on before replying, "Is Physician Song here?"
She needed an assistant.
Second Owner answered, "He's not here, he went home. Should I call him over?"
Gu Jiao glanced at the rapidly dropping blood pressure on the gauge, "There's no time."
Severe blood loss, accompanied by tension pneumothorax. Immediate surgery was necessary, or death could occur at any moment.
"I-I-I'm here! I'm here!"
Physician Tong trotted over. Stopping at the door, he asked, "C-Can I come in and help?"
Gu Jiao nodded in agreement.
Taking out a thick needle, she touched Mo Qianxue's chest with her fingertip, pinpointing the spot between the second rib and the clavicular midline, then swiftly pierced it!
Physician Tong was petrified. He knew that thing was used to administer something to people, but it wasn’t supposed to be like this!
There was no medicine attached!
However, the next moment, a gas gushed out from the other end of the needle. Then Physician Tong saw the patient's inflated chest slowly collapse.
To say it collapsed wasn't accurate. It was more like returning to normal.
Subsequently, the patient's previously labored breathing became smooth.
Physician Tong couldn't believe it.
He had encountered such cases while practicing medicine on the border, some caused by injuries, while others occurred spontaneously. The physicians on the border were completely helpless and could only watch the patients wait for death.
As it turned out… Just one needle was enough to treat it?
"It's not just a needle. It's about using a puncture to release the gas from the pleural cavity..." Gu Jiao's voice trailed off as Mo Qianxue suddenly coughed.
She was severely injured, and even a minor cough was fatal. As expected, Gu Jiao heard a faint cracking sound.
Her rib broke.
Or rather than saying her rib broke, perhaps it should be said that it was already fractured. However, this cough has aggravated the fractured rib, making the situation even more serious.
Her chest swelled again, and her blood pressure continued to plummet drastically.
Physician Tong had seen Gu Jiao use a blood pressure gauge in the infirmary camp and understood this was an extremely dangerous sign. He was dumbfounded, "Wh-What's happening? All of a sudden——"
"Acute tension pneumothorax!" Gu Jiao took out a negative pressure water-sealed bottle from her medicine chest, filled it with saline, and inserted a drainage tube.
"Place the bottle two feet lower." She instructed Physician Tong.
"Oh!" Physician Tong put the water-sealed bottle two feet below the operation table, finding a suitable stool.
Gu Jiao removed the puncture needle from Mo Qianxue's chest.
After local infiltration anesthesia, Gu Jiao used a scalpel to create a tiny window and inserted the other end of the drainage tube into Mo Qianxue's chest.
If the drainage process didn't go smoothly, Mo Qianxue would need open-chest surgery. However, having already lost too much blood, another major operation might potentially lead to her demise.
The water-sealed bottle remained silent for a full thirty seconds. Just as Gu Jiao was about to take out anesthetic for the open-chest surgery, bubbles finally emerged in the water-sealed bottle.
Gu Jiao's demeanor remained cool, displaying neither joy nor sorrow. However, Physician Tong sensed a change in her aura.
"Is this all right?" Physician Tong asked in a low voice.
"It's a good sign." Whether the drainage was successful remained to be seen. Gu Jiao looked at the wound on Mo Qianxue's thigh. "Now, prepare for the suturing operation."
Physician Tong put on gloves and skillfully loaded the blade.
Apart from the fractured ribs and tension pneumothorax, Mo Qianxue had two other life-threatening injuries: a ruptured femoral artery and an abdominal stab wound.
She had lost an excessive amount of blood.
Gu Jiao didn't understand how she managed to survive till now.
She needed a blood transfusion, but after testing everyone in the medical hall, only Gu Jiao's blood type matched hers.
"I entrust the final suturing to you." Gu Jiao told Physician Tong.
Physician Tong nodded solemnly.
Gu Jiao sat on a chair beside Mo Qianxue, attached a disposable white filter to the infusion tube, and transfused her own blood into Mo Qianxue's body.
Physician Tong didn't know how much blood Gu Jiao had given to the patient.
He watched as Gu Jiao's rosy complexion gradually paled, but he couldn't be impatient. Any haste might lead to a mistake, and if he made a mistake, Physician Gu would have to give more blood.
Physician Tong forced himself to remain calm.
How would Physician Gu stitch this up?
Thinking so, his trembling hands gradually steadied.Raz P.'s Thoughts

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