"Remove the thrombus?" The orthopedic surgeon who was disinfecting was stunned for a moment, watching the patient's ankle joint twisting and deforming, and there was a necrotic indentation on the skin.
But the strange thing is that although the swelling of the patient's injury was obvious, it was much lighter than expected, and there was no spread of black necrotic tissue.
Only the front half of the foot was completely necrotic, and the rest seemed to be preserved.
For the same patient, the best one had a below-knee amputation.
Which god-level figure is this on the front line? The orthopedic surgeon thought for a long time and heard that on the day of the earthquake, everyone in the hospital in West China was taken directly to the front line to participate in the rescue.
It's really possible that it's some great god.
Director Jing stood up, came to the stage and began to observe the patient's condition.
He carefully thought about it for a long time before saying: "Keep the ankle joint and prepare for internal fixation."
This is undoubtedly the best option. Although the complexity of the operation has doubled, but it involves a little bit of work for an injured person to recover after surgery, who wouldn't want to do it
Although I have been standing there for 24 hours,
Although everyone is almost exhausted,
Although there are countless patients behind.
"Tell others that if they encounter an injured person with such a plastic bag, they must look at the medical record." Director Jing said hoarsely.
The circulating nurse immediately ran out, notified other people in the operating room, and called the person in charge of triage at the front to explain this.
Unfortunately, there was only one such patient. Because his condition was relatively mild, he was sent to the Second Provincial Hospital. All the seriously ill patients were piled up in West China and Provincial Hospitals, which were busier than here.
Director Jing's surgery was very meticulous and he performed at the highest level in his medical career.
The doctors on the front line did not know what kind of bad situation they faced, and they did the first-stage emergency treatment. If something goes wrong here, I feel sorry for the patient and the doctors on the front line.
"Doctor, do I need amputation?" the patient asked while lying on the hospital bed.
Because it was continuous epidural anesthesia, he could hear the conversations between the doctors and nurses in the operating room, and he could see the changes in Director Jing's expression.
It wasn't until half an hour after the operation started that he worked up the courage to ask.
"Amputation is needed, but only half of the foot is enough." Director Jing told the truth. At this moment, there was no need to hide anything from the patient.
"It's okay to have half a foot." Ichisuke on the opposite side comforted the patient: "If you want to wear a prosthetic limb, it's very simple. If you don't want to, just walk slower and get used to it. Maybe in a year, you can still connect He’s running with a jumping belt.”
After hearing the doctor explain to himself, the patient finally felt at ease.
"Thank you." He murmured.
"Where are you from? Who performed the surgery on you?" Director Jing asked.
"The surgery in Nanchuan Town was performed on me by two People's Liberation Army soldiers." The patient grinned and wanted to smile, but in the end his whole face turned into tears. "It seems that the surgery was done in the ruins. In the ruins of the hospital in our town, there is a The machine is still easy to use.”
"..." Director Jing's hand paused for a moment, but then he started operating again.
"I finished the operation and there was an aftershock just after I was sent out." The patient said: "The person who lifted me couldn't stand firm and fell."
"What about the ruins?"
"Buried..." the patient said: "Later, I was sent to a tent where only seriously injured people could lie down, and I fell asleep in a daze. Then, when I woke up, I was already on the helicopter."
Buried…
Director Jing lowered his head, opened his eyes wide, and performed the operation more carefully.
I heard that frontline rescue workers suffered heavy casualties, but I didn't expect it to be to this extent.
The soldiers on the front line risked their lives to undergo an operation, and there was absolutely no reason for them to deal with the operation.
Director Jing abandoned all distracting thoughts and no longer thought about the doctor who insisted on operating in the ruins on a rainy night despite the risk of aftershocks.
No longer think about the soldiers who marched long distances, braved the wind and rain, stepped into the night, and marched forward without fear of sacrifice.
You have to do your own job well,
must!
must!
"Wipe the sweat." Director Jing turned his head and whispered.
A piece of sterile gauze was wiped on his forehead, and he rubbed the corners of his eyes, and then continued the operation.
…
…
The lights were on all night in the operating rooms of all hospitals in Chengdu, and figures of people were flashing in all the operating rooms.
Without rest or sleep, and with very little time to eat or drink, the patients transported from the front line received professional treatment as soon as possible.
As large armies moved into the mountains, batches of lightly and seriously injured people were sent down from the front line, and all the hospitals in Chengdu were full.
In the West China Orthopedics Ward, an old man who had just undergone double hip replacement was angry with his family.
The old man, who is over eighty years old, has very little silver hair and is not in good health. He suffers from heart and lung insufficiency and other problems.
Originally, the West China orthopedic surgeon specially reserved a quiet ward for him, but after the old man heard and saw the situation outside, he refused to live here at all costs.
Usually at home, if any of his children dared to disturb his sleep, he would be scolded and even beaten with a cane.
But in the messy hospital, he refused the persuasion of his children and the dissuasion of the nurse. He insisted on staying in the corridor with an extra bed and gave up his bed to people who had just completed operations.
The old man is so stubborn, he won't listen to anyone, and he gets angry.
Finally, after asking the doctor in charge of the operating table for instructions, the Huaxi nurse moved the old man out of the ward and lived in an extra bed in the corridor.
Faced with the massive number of patients, major hospitals in West China and Chengdu have been overwhelmed. The corridors are full of extra beds for previously hospitalized patients. The seriously injured patients brought down from the front were all placed on standard beds in the ward, with volunteers accompanying them.
All problems do not need to be solved, they will be solved naturally.
Many of the difficulties anticipated by the medical office did not occur at all.
There is no need to explain, there is no need to explain, and even if you want to explain, you can't find anyone. People who usually quarrel over trivial matters calm down and do their part to help these survivors who have lost their homes and suffered serious injuries.
There is a small fast food restaurant in a row of small restaurants in the northeast corner outside West China Hospital.
This place is neither good nor cheap.
The boss is a disabled person who works as a cook and his cooking is mediocre. Meat is rarely seen in his meals.
At this time, he was walking from ward to ward carrying a load with rice on one side and vegetables on the other.
A full meal, free of charge, placed on the bedside table in the ward. The dishes are fragrant and are at the level of a first-class chef. The dish is full of meat, and it doesn't look stingy like usual.
He insisted on eating three meals a day and provided meals for a hundred patients in a ward.
Someone else came to deliver food, and they met each other head-on, and almost got into a fight over it.
…
Things like this happen every day, every time, and everywhere.