In West China, experienced emergency doctors stood directly in the courtyard, triaging the injured who were being rescued one by one.
Xie Ning was beside the doctor, busy in silence.
At first, I helped lift patients and escorted them to the ward and operating room.
As volunteers joined one after another, middle-aged and elderly people like Xie Ning were pushed aside by the young men.
People were furious, but they didn't talk about respecting the old and caring for the young.
Xie Ning stood in front of a wall, holding paper and pens taken from the emergency department and distributing them to living survivors and family seekers.
Behind him is an ordinary wall. Not long ago, an old man who was rescued from the disaster area was looking for paper and pen everywhere with tears in his eyes.
After writing down the last location and appearance of his missing relatives, the old man cried silently.
Maybe this farewell is an eternal farewell.
Xie Ning saw that the words written by the old man were messy and unclear. After asking about the specific appearance and characteristics of the old man's family, he wrote a new one and silently posted the missing person notice on the wall.
Once there is one, there is the next.
Soon, a long wall was covered with missing person notices.
The wind blew, and the white paper clattered, as if crying.
The seemingly simple task quickly consumed Xie Ning's energy. During this time, he started smoking again. It seems that the spicy stimulation of tobacco can make him feel more... alive.
The rest of the time, he even skipped sleep and was busy day and night.
The sound of the ambulance was no longer so harsh, but rather pleasant. After all, the continuous arrival of ambulances means that a large number of injured people have been rescued and brought.
Backed by West China Hospital, most of the injured can receive timely and appropriate treatment.
For doctors in West China, like the 912 hospital, the emergency surgical emergency personnel who stayed at home during the earthquake were taken away by a car.
Subsequently, the vacation was cancelled, all doctors were recalled, and they began to be busy day and night.
Another carload of injured people was brought in. Xie Ning watched from a distance. Although he was a little numb from exhaustion, he still habitually analyzed the severity of the patient and whether it was worth rescuing from certain small movements.
But this time, Xie Ning saw something wrong with the expression on the gray-haired director of the West China Emergency Department.
The director of the emergency department looked at the patient, a little surprised, and did not triage him immediately as before.
It was strange. Xie Ning found a place to paste the missing person notice in his hand, trying not to affect the surrounding missing person notices, and then moved closer.
"Where was this surgery performed?" the old director of the emergency department asked in surprise when he saw the incision materials on the patient's abdomen.
A doctor got out of the car to report the patient's specific condition.
"It was a patient picked up by a helicopter. It is said that he was an injured person on an inaccessible island. The doctor who entered the front line performed emergency surgery and gave the patient's diagnosis, treatment and future suggestions. Write it all down and tie it to the patient.”
The old director frowned. In the island-like area ahead, could level 3 or 4 surgeries be performed
He probably doesn't have this condition. This is the first batch of post-operative patients he has received for third- and fourth-level surgeries.
Others, at most, only have simple orthopedic splinting and simple debridement and suturing.
However, time was pressing. Although the patient's blood type had been determined, blood transfusion was started. But seeing that the condition was not stable, he needed to be sent to the corresponding department immediately to confirm the diagnosis and carry out subsequent treatment.
The old director saw that the patient's body was covered with layers of tape and strong plastic bags. He tore off the tape on one patient, took out the paper inside, and looked at it carefully.
It was a piece of tissue, wet, and the writing on it was a little blurry, but it didn't affect reading.
Hemorrhagic shock, liver rupture, liver rupture suturing has been performed under local anesthesia. The surgeon wrote down his own recommendation for blood transfusion, performed a second laparotomy by general surgery, debrided and sent the patient to the ICU for anti-shock treatment.
This is a recommendation from those on the front lines, and one that emergency department directors will not reject.
The treatment of this group of people will be much simpler, and they can be sent directly to the general surgery department.
Although more than a dozen seriously injured people were dying, they made it to West China alive.
As long as you come to Huaxi, even if you want to die, it will not be that easy. The director of the emergency department is confident about this.
It's just that his expression is weird, full of disbelief.
After all the patients were triaged and his doctors escorted the patients to the corresponding departments, the old director frowned.
"Director, what's wrong?" Xie Ning asked as he handed over a cigarette.
"Ning Zi, why don't you go and take a rest?" the old director asked.
He didn't know what Xie Ning's name was, and Xie Ning didn't say anything. He just said he could call himself Ning Zi. As for those little doctors, just calling themselves Brother Ning or Uncle Ning is enough.
There is no need to realize that the earthquake relief will be over in a few days. The sky is far apart, and we forget each other in the river and the sea.
"I'm not tired." Xie Ning also lit a cigarette and took advantage of the short interval to relax. "The patients just now looked different from the others."
"Yes. I did the surgery on the front line, otherwise I would definitely not be able to survive now." The old director took a deep breath of cigarette and said in confusion: "But the paper said that the surgery was done under local anesthesia. The one in front of me I believe in the conditions, local anesthesia, but surgery... local anesthesia to cut the spleen and sew the liver? I have never seen it."
"Whatever, as long as people come to us alive, that's enough." Xie Ning said with a smile.
This makes sense, now is not the time to delve into academic issues.
The old director smiled, took a few puffs of cigarette, and then put it out.
There are not many patients sent in now, but it is said that large troops have already entered. It can be predicted that in the following days and nights, there will be a huge peak period waiting for you.
This is not only the case in West China, but also in provincial and municipal hospitals.
There is a huge flow of patients and there are so many patients in need of surgery that the doctors in the inpatient department may not be able to handle them.
Not sure, I need to do surgery on my own hands.
Now, find a place to relax for a while.
I really don’t know when I will be able to sleep next time.
"Ning Zi, you go about your business first, I'll find a place to relax for a while," the old director said.
Xie Ning watched as the old director called a capable doctor under him to wait for triage, and then left. He also put out his cigarette and got back to work.
Some people are lucky enough to leave their names and physical characteristics on each other's missing persons wall. Xie Ning's mind is like a computer, and the comparison only takes place in an instant.
The separated people reunited and embraced each other to celebrate. Xie Ning was sincerely happy for them.
But the vast majority of people cannot wait for the result. Their relatives have already said goodbye to them.
Only the paper brushes on the missing person wall were blown by the wind, leaving behind concerns and memorials in this world.
Soon after, a group of young people in suits and ties came to West China. Xie Ning took them away and rushed to the front line that he had already envisioned.