Hua Xi, in the operating room.
The orthopedic surgeons completed an operation and the patient was sent off.
Taking advantage of this intermission, the doctors seized the time, either leaning against the wall, or directly spreading the sterile clothes they took off on the floor, regardless of whether it was cold or hot, and lay down to sleep. Even if you can't sleep, it's good to soothe your body.
For this reason, there is no need to ask how fast the surgery is. Everyone became cautious. When I am exhausted, the operation can be slower, but there must be no mistakes.
They hoped that the supporting doctors would come up early and be able to sleep for a few hours... although they knew that this was a luxury.
Everyone was numb when they heard the sound of the flat car.
The surgeon lying on the ground was half asleep, planning to lift the patient and disinfect the patient so that he could sleep for at least ten minutes.
It's good, I can sleep for ten minutes.
"Teacher Yan, take a look." The doctor who picked up the patient said.
"Get some sleep and prepare for the surgery first."
"It's a wounded person with a medical record." The doctor who picked up the patient shook the simple plastic bag in his hand.
The plastic bag is sealed very firmly, and you can tell that care has been taken.
Professor Yan, who was lying on the ground, suddenly got up, braced himself, and grabbed the plastic bag.
The patients with their medical records are all from the same place.
This has been proven before.
Some are from general surgery, some are from orthopedics; some are after surgery, and some are diagnosed directly after being rescued.
A small medical record can make a difference in recovery. This is the first-hand observation data of the doctors on the front line responsible for rescue.
Postoperative patients with medical records are relatively simple to deal with. But this is not critical. For orthopedics, performing thrombus removal surgery on the front line and preparing for amputation is nothing short of a fantasy.
They knew what the previous situation was like and had also asked a post-operative patient who had undergone thrombectomy. It is said that the thrombectomy was performed in a ruins.
At that time, everyone in the operating room was silent.
There are not many similar patients, less than ten. For each patient, 1-2 joints can be preserved as much as possible.
Without surgery, the entire leg might have been amputated instead of just the lower leg. Some even only need to cut off half of the necrotic sole.
For orthopedics, it is extremely important for patients to recover and maintain a normal life after surgery.
Professor Yan asked for a pair of scissors, cut open the plastic bag and took out a piece of damp white paper.
Written on the paper is a brief introduction to the patient's condition, the treatment done, and suggestions.
Everyone has their own judgment on the patient's condition.
But in this special situation, Professor Yan still wanted to respect the opinions of the doctors on the front line who braved aftershocks and heavy rains to perform surgeries.
At the same time, he was also guessing which god-level doctor was running to the front line and leaving a glimmer of hope for so many seriously injured people.
"The ankle joint can be preserved, let's try it as much as possible." Professor Yan whispered after reading the medical records.
The atmosphere in the operating room instantly became much more relaxed.
"Are there any similar wounded?" Professor Yan asked.
"No more, this is the last batch." The doctor who went to pick up the wounded said: "The large troops moved in. Although the road was not clear yet, they carried stretchers and tried their best to transport the seriously injured people in front. I asked After reporting the situation, they said that the two military doctors who performed the surgery came down from the front in the first batch, and I don’t know which hospital they are in now.”
Professor Yan felt a little regretful.
How happy it is to have such a talented and god-level doctor come to me and work together.
Pity.
However, Professor Yan was sure that they must be fighting side by side with him where they were needed most.
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At the Second Provincial Hospital, 120 ambulances arrived one after another, taking the injured to the hospital, and then returned again, tirelessly.
The emergency doctor glanced at the patient and saw a plastic document bag with white paper inside.
"It was sent from Pengxi Township." He was sure.
It is extremely rare that when such a large number of injured people are sent down, the treatment process or medical records can be preserved.
He was also surprised when he received this kind of patient for the first time. However, the medical records and treatment procedures in the folder, as well as the source of the injured, were clearly written. Even the doctor on the 120 ambulance that sent the injured said that the injured had been numbered and be sure not to lose the number so that relatives can find it in the future.
In the midst of all the hustle and bustle, you can still be as meticulous as your hair, which means a huge workload and unlimited energy.
The emergency doctor opened the transparent folder, glanced at the history written on it, and said: "Sent to the orthopedics department, this is a patient undergoing interventional surgery for pelvic fracture. Don't forget to hand over the blood transfusion bag."
"Okay." Several volunteers, already familiar with the work procedures here, responded crisply.
One of them was a new arrival and was curious about everything. It was strange to see that this patient was different from the others.
But he didn't ask immediately. Send the injured to the corresponding department. This was the most important thing at hand.
Running all the way, he sent the injured to the orthopedics department and made a handover.
"Brother, why does this wounded man still have a medical record?" asked the new volunteer.
"The side of Pengxi Township Hospital is one of the outposts. Some injured people are more seriously injured and are operated on directly there. Those who come from Pengxi Township have transparent folders with a document describing the treatment process of the injured. medical records.”
"I've been to the front before, but it's not Pengxi Township." Another volunteer came earlier and knew more about the situation. "Other places are not as organized as Pengxi Township. I heard that the first wave Many West China surgeons who go to the front line perform operations at Pengxi Township Hospital. Furthermore, there seems to be a volunteer there who is solely responsible for the trivial procedures."
"Volunteer? Like us?"
"Same? Are you kidding me? Next time, ask the doctors and nurses on the 120 ambulance if they know Uncle Ning from Pengxi Township."
"How long has it been since then and you already have names?" The new volunteer was surprised.
"The little nurses call Uncle Ning a god, and all the doctors admire him. He can organize an outpost in the shortest time and even have medical records. Is this something that ordinary people can do?"
"Are you also a volunteer? Sounds awesome."
"It is said that he evacuated a Carrefour warehouse immediately and brought a large convoy to support him. Later, he helped in West China for a while, and troops gradually moved in, so he went to Pengxi Township Hospital."
“It’s true to say that there are dragons and crouching tigers in the land of China.” A volunteer said with emotion.
"Just do the job at hand well and we will be worthy of ourselves."
"If I have a chance, I would also like to visit Uncle Ning. At least I can tell someone about it when I get home."
"Don't talk nonsense, take time to have a good sleep. The large army has just entered the mountains, and this is just the beginning. There are still many things to do."