Linan's night finally became dense, the clouds were gloomy, and there was wind and no stars.
The carts in the emergency room were rushing to and fro, white lab coats and nurse uniforms swaying in front of my eyes. Zheng Siqi took Qiao Fengtian's arm and never let go. Qiao Fengtian stared straight at the floor tiles, at the mottled white spots on the floor tiles reflecting the ceiling lights.
On the other hand, the back of the waist, unconsciously, straightened again.
Not long after, the gray-haired director outside the brain rushed from the stairs with a group of accompanying doctors in a hurry. Shortly after entering the electronic door of the emergency room, the nurse wearing a mask stuck her head out again.
"Qiao Liang's family!"
Zheng Siqi let go, and Qiao Fengtian stood up abruptly when he heard the sound.
The nurse waved at him, "Come in quickly, the director is here, I'll tell you the details!"
Qiao Fengtian swallowed a heart in his throat and jumped to his tonsils. Walking in the direction of the emergency room, I was in a hurry and didn't know whether to step on the left or the right first. He turned back quickly subconsciously, looked at Zheng Siqi uneasily, opened his mouth, but did not make another sound.
"I'm not leaving, I'll go in with you."
Zheng Siqi's palm pressed against the position between his shoulder blades and pushed him forward gently, "Don't panic, don't be afraid."
Qiao Fengtian took a deep breath and swallowed hard. Then, following the nurse, he went straight to the corner where Qiao Liang was, stood aside and watched seven or eight doctors surround the small hospital bed.
"How about it?"
"The injury is very serious, the person is not awake now, and the heart rate and blood pressure are unstable."
The chief doctor took off his glasses and spoke with a soft southern accent. He carefully asked the doctor on duty in the emergency department about the trauma situation, put on the glasses again, lifted the thin quilt, and personally checked the trauma of the whole body.
Seven traumatic injuries, quite deep and long.
The most serious one, the left forearm, suffered a severe open fracture, which was so damaged that it almost crushed the flesh of one-third of the forearm. The blood continued to flow, and the emergency doctor had to put pressure on an extremely painful tourniquet to stop the huge amount of bleeding.
However, more complicated than the trauma situation is the internal injury that is difficult to break with the naked eye. The director brought a few doctors to take a look at the film just taken under the lamp, and after a moment of conversing with his ears, he quickly confirmed the diagnosis with a serious face.
It is a traumatic brain injury caused by an external impact on the head, causing massive bleeding.
It was a close call, life and death.
Qiao Fengtian dazedly listened to them discussing that he could only understand half of the words, and the panic in his heart was indescribable. The nails were firmly embedded in the flesh, so anxious that he wanted to hug his head and squat down, but he couldn't get in and say a word. It’s not that I don’t want to, but I don’t dare. I don’t dare to take the initiative to ask questions, for fear of receiving bad replies.
"Director, this is the family member of the patient, his younger brother."
The nurse took the film from the director's hand and led him to Qiao Fengtian who was on the side. Director Fu brought back the flower mirror, went around the head of the bed, stretched out his hand and straightened his badge while walking forward.
Qiao Fengtian felt heartbroken and short of breath, and even the approach of this group of people made him feel pressure and panic for no reason. Zheng Siqi took a small step forward and did not speak, but he and Qiao Fengtian stood shoulder to shoulder.
"The injury is very serious, both internal and external. The family members should be mentally prepared." The director bowed his head slightly, gestured with two palms, and said slowly and procrastinated, with almost no emotional ups and downs, "This must be explained to you first, you know. ?" The director's hand stopped in the air, and he didn't speak for a long time. The doctors and nurses who were standing on the side also nodded and looked at Qiao Fengtian.
Qiao Fengtian felt extremely passive, thinking that he should nod his head.
"sorry."
Zheng Siqi took another step forward and suddenly said in a deep voice.
"The current specific situation, the next step of the rescue and treatment plan, including whether there is a risk, how big the risk is, what the family should do, how to cooperate, and what needs to be understood and adjusted." Zheng Siqi pushed his glasses, "We Waiting for you to say, this is the point now, isn't it?"
The director listened for a while, changed from looking up to looking up slightly, and pushed the flower mirror again.
Yuemo is an orthopedic doctor, tall and thin, and he was the first to speak, "Other trauma is not a big problem, stopping bleeding, debridement and suture are minor problems. The left forearm has a serious open fracture and there is a risk of amputation, the hospital can only say Do your best to protect you."
The director pondered for a moment, and slowly tapped his temples, "The biggest danger now is cranial hemorrhage, the thalamus and cerebral lobe hemorrhage have already been blocked, it is best to operate immediately, open the skull and clear the blood, this is a major operation, Major surgery is bound to be risky."
Risk, risk, risk.
Every word is a risk.
Qiao Fengtian wanted to grab something, hold something, don't let him stand so close to the ground, like he was falling down.
"Amputation, amputation will not work... He, how will he live and work in the future..." Qiao Fengtian said intermittently.
The tall and thin doctor frowned and took a step forward, "So there is a risk, the doctor will try to protect you! This kind of thing is not 100%, even if I connect it to you today, you will still be necrotic tomorrow. Possibly. Isn't life more important than hands? Does this family still understand?"
Zheng Siqi reached out and patted Qiao Fengtian's back lightly.
Qiao Fengtian stroked his bangs, "When will the craniotomy be done?"
"If all the indicators meet the surgical standards, you can immediately go to the operating table. In the current situation of the patient, the sooner the better." The director replied to him.
Qiao Fengtian immediately wanted to ask about the risks, but the words were in his mouth, and it was difficult to speak.
Zheng Siqi took his place, "How much is the risk?"
The director put his hand in his pocket slowly, and seemed to be calculating and thinking quickly.
"Theoretically, it is 60%. But it does not include the possible adverse reactions after surgery, such as postoperative infection, hemiplegia or partial loss of five senses or language functions, etc. These phenomena are all possible. The recovery period is also possible. It may be very long and hard, and these family members must be mentally prepared."
Sixty percent.
Dangerous and dangerous.
In an instant, he seemed to have returned to a state of confusion, so that he had no time to listen to the director's subsequent intermittent instructions. When he was pushed in front of a document of a preoperative agreement, Qiao Fengtian realized that his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't write.
Going to the operating table, whether it is life or death, you have to do it, you can't regret it, you can't look back "Please hurry up, the operating room is already preparing, and there are other operations in the emergency room, and you are not the only one injured. One brother."
The nurse looked anxious, tapped the signature pad, and couldn't help but urge.
"Fengtian."
Zheng Siqi took the pen in Qiao Fengtian's hand gently, freeing up a hand to pat his back again.
Such an action is actually quite ordinary and genuine. Almost all people come to this world, and experience the first relief from their parents or parents. In itself, it has a very strong soothing connotation. Zheng Siqi seems to understand this.
"Relax, try taking a deep breath."
Qiao Fengtian listened to his words, took a deep breath, and poured the cold air with the smell of disinfectant into the nasal cavity, irritating the fragile nasal mucosa.
After he let out another breath, he unexpectedly felt a brief moment of relief. He turned his head to look at Zheng Siqi, saw him smile very lightly, and put the pen back into his hand.
"Sign it, don't be afraid, your brother is waiting for you."
Qiao Fengtian picked up the pen, clenched it tightly, and scribbled out his name quickly. Like delivery and like avoidance, with a trembling hand, he pushed away the signature pad.
The time between being ready for surgery and being taken to the operating room is very short. The door of the emergency room opened wide, and the nurse held the infusion bottle high, supported the oxygen pillow on the bed, and pushed aside the crowds who were standing and watching. Another nurse pushed the bed and followed behind the doctor, her face towards the crowd.
"Let one give way, let one give way, please make way for a passage! Qiao Liang's family! Qiao Liang's family?"
Qiao Fengtian trotted forward immediately.
"In the!"
"Follow me to the operating room on the sixth floor. There are not enough staff. Come and push a bed."
Qiao Fengtian nodded and reached out to grab the bed rail. Not knowing where to focus, his eyes fell uncontrollably on the face of the person on the hospital bed. The heart also grieved as if it had been beaten violently.
Qiao Liang was still lying on the bed like that. It's just that Biqiao Fengtian didn't know how much black and thick black hair was shaved off cleanly. At that time, Qiao Fengtian was only as tall as Qiao Liang, so he envied his excellent hair quality, unlike himself, soft and not brown at all.
On the bare green skin on the top of the head, there were two slender bloodstains left by the blade because they were not very careful, and their hands trembled.
The closer the distance, the clearer the view, which made Qiao Fengtian unable to breathe, and his hands trembled like a sieve. Qiao Fengtian suddenly felt that he was very strange, he clearly gritted his teeth and endured all the way, but because of the unimportant hair, he couldn't help crying.
"I'm sorry, wait a minute."
Qiao Fengtian quickly let go of his hand, turned his back and covered his face.
"You walk behind me and push."
Zheng Siqi took Qiao Fengtian's arm and took him behind him.
"Don't cry."
At 6:30 in the evening, the operation started, and the red light was lit, 60% of the time.
People with major events at the moment often like to dramatize routine events and infinitely magnify the probability factors of a small range. I don't want to think about the 60%, but instead, I want to hold on to the 40% like a self-abuse. Qiao Fengtian is a mortal body, too. He didn't know what he would do if Qiao Liang couldn't be rescued, how he, Lin Shuangyu, Qiao Sishan, and Qiao Shanzhi would go in the future.
Without such a person, many things seem to have lost most of their meaning to Qiao Fengtian.
The great grief and fear of helplessness were again out of my mind.
Qiao Fengtian leaned over to Zheng Siqi's side, his hand in his pocket was clenching his fist tightly.
"The current doctors will give themselves a lot of leeway and flexibility when they speak, especially those old doctors who have experienced many battles, such as this director-level."
In the corridor, Zheng Siqi opened his mouth inexplicably. But as soon as the deep and slow tone entered the ear, it could make people feel a little at ease.
"What's the meaning… "
"That is to say, 60% of what they say is very conservative. It can even be said that they have pressed down at least 20% in the real situation. Doctors are like this, and 80% of the appendicitis is said to be a way to stay. Linan The surgical technique outside the brain in the Municipal Party Committee Hospital has always been the first-class in the Southwest, and it is very superb. It doesn't make you blindly optimistic, but don't worry about it, eh?"
"...Really?" asked cautiously.
Zheng Siqi didn't know either, it was all blindly seen in novels and TV shows.
But instead of repeating the useless "don't panic, don't be afraid", it is better to analyze and organize things to support the small hope in Hong Chen's heart. People who need a sense of security will not worry too much about the right and wrong, all they want is that sentence.
"My sister is the head nurse here, trust me."
Zheng Siqi nodded and moved a little, so that his upper arm touched Qiao Fengtian's right shoulder.
"He won't give up on you, and he won't give up on the fifth son."
The pale light outside the operating room cast on the top of the hair.
Zheng Siqi suddenly thought of Ji Yin, who was also seriously ill and in the Linan Municipal Party Committee.
It's just that this person, who can't even endure an operation, can't be caught. Now that I suddenly think about it, it is still like a chaotic dream in a trance.
The author has something to say:
Read the ER story over and over again, but there should be a lot of mishaps on the medical side.
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