Strange Advent: I Became a Doctor

Chapter 64

"Hey, these lungs are too scary!!!"

On the screen, the 3D image of the lungs is riddled with holes like cheese, with no texture intact.

"This is not the main problem. The problem now is that these killed spore bacteria turn into thick blood and permeate the deepest part of the lungs. If they don't try to extract it out, the patient will drown directly."

Meng Lizhi made a quick diagnosis and saw the man under the CT scan. The foam at his mouth began to turn pink, and then turned fishy and red.

The same happened to the relatives at the door who were pushed over by Wolf Seven.

Seeing that something was wrong, Lang Qi hurriedly knocked on the small door of the operating room.

"Doctor Gu, hurry up, the cousins ​​outside can't hold on any longer!!!"

crunch--

The door of the CT room opened, and Gu Dong's voice came from inside, "Send everyone in."

"Doctor Gu, the first thing we need to do now is to lavage the lungs. Generally, this operation needs to be performed under a bronchoscope. If it is you, you should not need it. We only need to make a suction." According to the existing medical technology, Meng Lizhi , He Gudong introduced his design plan.

"I understand, but don't bother."

Gu Dong walked to Patient No.1, controlled a very fine transparent silk thread, and drilled directly into the patient's lungs.

Wherever the silk thread passed, all the spores left behind with the smelly pus and blood were instantly annihilated.

The silk thread continued to spread, and when it encountered a bifurcation of the trachea, it also forked. After a while, it spread like a net along with the airflow channel of the lungs.

Empty your lungs and retract quickly.

Walk up to the next patient and repeat.

After all the patients' lungs were cleaned, Gu Dong felt a little tired.

The spread of the branches of the silk thread is not the most mentally consuming, but the annihilating force attached to it, which requires fine control, eliminating the thick blood while not destroying the lung tissue, this is where the most concentrated mental control is needed.

But after the cleaning of the patient's lungs was completed, several people did not recover much blood.

Meng Lizhi said with an ugly face: "We have forgotten one important point. The warped spore bacteria not only infect the lungs of the polluters, the lungs are only the channel through which they spread, and the place where the polluters are really controlled is the brain and the blood all over the body. spores."

"That is to say, the killed spore bacteria have already formed sepsis and even meningitis in their bodies."

This is the scope of internal medicine, and Meng Lizhi can't think of how Gu Dong can deal with these human residues.

"septicemia?"

Gu Dong once again concentrated on penetrating into the patient's body, countless tiny dark red particles distributed throughout the body with the flow of blood.

The patient's liver has accumulated a large amount of toxins, and the blood vessels on the glomeruli of the kidneys have begun to be blocked.

If this continues, these people will die of internal organ failure within a few days.

"Sepsis, let the blood bank handle it, he is best at blood problems."

Meng Lizhi nodded in agreement. The ordinary-looking young man who had met him a few times seemed to have a strong ability to control blood.

"For meningitis, only these two people have it. Let's try the treatment of common meningitis first."

An idea came to Gu Dong's mind, but he wouldn't use that method unless he had to.

"It can only be so."

Sure enough, as Gu Dong said, the blood controlled by the blood bank has super phagocytic ability, and the free dark red particles in the patient's blood were quickly cleaned up.

But there is a blood-brain barrier outside the human brain, which separates the cerebrospinal fluid and blood in the brain.

Therefore, the residual substances in the brain cannot be processed by the blood bank.

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Inside Ward 203.

Two meningitis patients were placed alone in this ward.

"The current plan is to use hormones to suppress the reaction before the inflammatory reaction is formed in the patient's brain." Meng Lizhi showed embarrassment, "The production of hormones has been lost, and it is difficult to reproduce it now, which is a bit difficult."

"Hormones?" Gu Dong thought of his high-end pharmacy, which had accumulated dust for a long time. "The hospital pharmacy should have it, including prednisone, dimi, epinephrine, etc."

Meng Lizhi was so surprised that he opened his mouth from ear to ear when Gu Dong recited several drug names, so he pulled Gu Dong and rushed to the pharmacy.

In the pharmacy of hundreds of square meters, there are thousands of medicines, a large part of which Meng Lizhi has only seen in ancient medical books.

"Hiss, where did Doctor Gu get these medicines?"

"One of my abilities."

"Then, can it produce unlimited output?"

Meng Lizhi asked this, his voice trembling a little.

Gu Dong stepped forward to pick up a bottle of medicine, crushed it, and after a while, an identical bottle of medicine reappeared on the medicine shelf.

"Did you mean this?"

Meng Lizhi swallowed his saliva, and his eyes towards Gu Dong gradually changed.

This made Gu Dong take a few steps back unconsciously. He was not familiar with this look. When he first knew Meng Li's identity, Gu Dong often looked at him secretly like this.

"Ahem, Dr. Meng's patients are still waiting for us."

"it is good."

Meng Lizhi looked away, quickly found the relevant medicine in the pharmacy, and the two returned to the ward.

"Meningitis is usually accompanied by unbearable severe pain, increased intracranial pressure, and cerebral edema, so we need to use mannitol and painkillers."

While explaining to Gu Dong, Meng Lizhi added methylprednisone to the infusion.

"Tonight is the key. We take turns to watch the night."

"No need, the whole hospital is under my nose, I can detect any movement."

"Okay, I'll just rest next door, call me if something happens."

After all, Meng Lizhi was getting old, so it was impossible for him to work the night shift.

But the condition was as he expected, the night was too dangerous, the two got up and dealt with it several times, and there was no chance to rest at all.

"The intracranial pressure has risen again, no, the effect of the infusion is mediocre." Meng Lizhi sighed.

Seeing that the vital signs of the two continued to decline, ordinary methods could not control the development of the disease.

"Find a way to drain his cerebrospinal fluid," Meng Lizhi directed Gu Dong again after speaking, and punctured the medullary cavity from between the lumbar vertebrae.

A foul-smelling liquid gushed out directly.

He was stunned, glanced at the dying patient on the hospital bed, and said in a daze, "It's hopeless."

This level of infection must have accumulated a lot of toxins. How could brain cells survive in such an environment.

Gu Dong watched the physiological signs on the machine continue to decline, and then fell silent.

Is this the end of the road?
And I can't just watch them die, because I have violated my logic chain.

Then he said helplessly, "That's the only way to do it."

"What method?" Meng Lizhi turned his head mechanically and asked.

Gu Dong didn't explain, but dripped a few drops of transparent liquid from his fingertips, and flowed into the drainage port between the spine.

"Make him my polluter."

(End of this chapter)