Path of Medicine With a System

Chapter 73: group

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As soon as Meng Ke heard this, he hurried to prepare for the operation. There are only a few people in the township health department. With a voice, everyone can do what they should do.

After Hu Zengxiang finished speaking, he regretted a little. If something goes wrong, he will not get rid of the responsibility, here he is the superior doctor. It's too late to repent now, a group of black people are blocking the entrance of the hospital, if you really want to repent, it may be difficult to go out.

"I hope it succeeds." Sighing, Hu Zengxiang went to talk to the transfer department. Wang Zipeng and Zhang Fan are in the same group, so there is no need to talk nonsense, he is already rolling his arms and getting ready to go. Wang Zipeng and Zhang Fan transferred two departments together, and they knew Zhang Fan well and had more confidence.

"Test the blood type first, open the venous access, and correct the shock." Zhang Fan began to give oral medical orders. Doctors, including Hu Zengxiang, started to act. Rescue the patient, it is a main doctor who gives the doctor's order, and other doctors assist. Setting priorities is equivalent to the beginning of the charge. Unless there is a major mistake, the general assisting doctor will not interfere with the attending doctor's thinking.

"O-type, rh-positive." Physician and part-time examiner of the hospital. He said again: "Doctor Zhang, we have no blood."

Zhang Fan knew that the conditions in the hospital were not good, so he had expected this a long time ago. Fortunately, he had the same blood type as the patient. He said, "I am type O, come on, smoke mine, 400cc."

Many people in the pastoral area have never been to a hospital in their entire lives, so how would they know their blood type? Moreover, this is the responsibility of Zhang Fan, and other doctors are not obliged to donate blood for free, so Zhang Fan is not easy to ask.

"I'm getting old, 400cc may not be able to stand it, pump me 200cc, I have the same blood type as the patient." At this moment, I don't want to take responsibility anymore, I have already started, as a medical group, let's contribute, Lao Hu is right Said the nurse.

"At least 1000cc should be prepared, hurry up and test the blood among the masses." Lao Hu said to Meng Ke.

"Ours is a simple blood type test, and other blood tests can't do it!" Meng Ke said in confusion.

"My blood type is the same, 400cc. And I just had a physical examination, and there is no problem," said another doctor who came with me. "Although I don't support this kind of surgery here, since you have decided, I can only obey." He turned to surgery and knew the risks of surgery, but here he couldn't even perform basic tests, so he could only die Live horse doctor.

After Zhang Fan's system was strengthened, 400cc of blood was no problem for him at all, but the other doctor, who was as thin as a chicken, couldn't do it, he was dizzy! And a little disgusting! I don't have time to care about him, just rest for a while. Take care of yourself, who made him a doctor.

The operation started, Wang Zipeng helped. In the early spring weather, it would be freezing if he wore less clothes, but he was sweating profusely, and he was so nervous! It used to be two or three assists.

This time I did help, but many times I couldn't meet Zhang Fan's requirements and couldn't help Zhang Fan. Open the posterior sheath of the rectus abdominus and the parietal peritoneum, enter the abdominal cavity, wash your hands and explore, "The stomach is perforated, and it is still bleeding, prepare iced saline." Zhang Fan said to Meng Ke.

"The refrigerator is broken! It hasn't been repaired yet." Meng Ke blushed.

"Eh! Then rinse with salt water." Zhang Fan glanced at Meng Ke, but didn't know what to say.

Intermittent sutures, after the sutures are completed, pull the greater omentum to cover the wound. After washing again and confirming that there is no obvious bleeding, count the gauze and close the abdomen.

Lao Hu outside the operating room was so nervous that he was even more nervous than performing the operation himself. For a while, he blamed himself for not stopping Zhang Fan, and for a while, he hoped that the operation would be successful. Another blood donor, Dr. Li, was lying on the hospital bed for infusion. He was in poor health, and the nurses here were inexperienced, so they drew blood a little too quickly.

There are more and more people outside the door. An ethnic group here is the same as a Han village with the same surname, and they all have the same ancestors. Lao Hu watched more and more herdsmen gathering outside the door, and since he didn't understand Mongolian, his hands began to tremble a little. "If we don't get off the stage today, we'll have to put these people down one by one. Hey!" The more he thought about it, the more worried he became, and Lao Hu's palms felt cold. If it wasn't for leaning on the chair, he might have sat on the ground.

Surgery is just a matter of one sentence, but it is really not easy to do. Wang Zipeng has never had a stomach operation, and Zhang Fan needs to teach him many places. Arrangement by hand.

That is to say, the patient's life was good today, and he met three doctors with the same blood type. Otherwise, even the ischemic shock cannot be corrected, and the sutures are completed, and the abdomen will be closed. Zhang Fan was not in a hurry anymore. Stretching out his head to look at the stable patient, he said to Meng Ke: "Old Meng, the feng shui in your place is not good. Every time I come here, something happens."

"Nonsense, it's very good. Here! Genghis Khan has been here, good place! Will you come again this summer?"

"What, is your family going to shear sheep again?" Zhang Fan asked jokingly.

"Hehe." The operation was almost completed, and Meng Ke felt relieved.

"Okay, it's done. Lao Meng, you have to worry about it these days. The operation was very successful. Don't make any problems with the post-operative care. You must worry about the gastric tube and don't let him remove it secretly."

"He dared to break his hand. You should take a break and perform the operation immediately after the blood is drawn. Thank you very much."

Meng Ke and the nurse pushed the patient out of the operating room. When Lao Hu saw the smile on Meng Ke's face, he was so weak that he couldn't stand up anymore. A group of big men surrounded the operating door and couldn't communicate with each other. Could he not be nervous

"The doctors in the city saved Mutu. His blood belongs to the doctors in the city. They are our best friends. Let us thank our friends with the most enthusiastic banquet."

"Okay!" Although the voice was loud, they all spoke Mongolian. Lao Hu couldn't understand either, but luckily everyone looked very happy. Seeing Zhang Fan and Wang Zipeng leaving the operating room, Lao Hu said, "Give me a hand, my legs are so weak that I can't stand up." How about the surgery, nothing will happen. "

"No problem, Dr. Zhang did a good job, there is no bleeding at all." Wang Zipeng said excitedly. This is his first major surgery as a first aid.

"That's good. Hey! I'm really old!" Lao Hu said with emotion.

I thought it was just a bug fight, but I was almost scared to death. Fortunately, the results are not bad.

At night, the whole tribe is in motion. The vastness of the grassland has created the hearty character of the herdsmen. The toast song was sung, and snow-white khatas were hung around the necks of the doctors one by one.

Whole sheep, the first piece of meat, was cut off by the oldest herdsman with a small knife and given to Lao Hu: "Dear relatives from afar, please taste the mutton from the grassland."

The nomads entertain the doctors as much as possible. Because this is their friend, a doctor friend from afar.

Drunk old Hu and Meng Ke hugged and danced together, Wang Zipeng hey! Hey! smirk. There is no sense of strangeness at all, the language is barrier, it’s okay, let’s have a drink! Happy night! Zhang Fan was persuaded to leave early.