669 Buried

"Take the thrombus?" The orthopedic doctor who was sterilizing was stunned for a moment, watching the patient's ankle joint twist and deform, and there was a necrotic indentation on the skin.

But strangely, although the swelling of the patient's wound was obvious, it was much lighter than expected, and there was no black necrotic tissue spreading.

Only the first half of the foot was completely necrotic, and the rest seemed to be preserved.

For the same patient, the best one is a below-knee amputation.

Which god-level figure is this on the front line? After thinking about it for a long time, the orthopaedic doctor heard that on the day of the earthquake, everyone in the hospital in Huaxi was taken directly to the front line to participate in the rescue.

It could very well be a god.

Director Jing stood up and came to the front of the stage to observe the patient's condition.

After careful consideration for a long time, he said, "Keep the ankle joint and prepare for internal fixation."

This is undoubtedly the best option. Although the complexity of the operation has increased exponentially, it involves the recovery of an injured person. Who wouldn't want to do this little work?

Although it has been standing for 24 hours,

Although all were almost exhausted,

Although there are countless patients behind.

"Tell others that if you encounter an injured person with this kind of plastic bag, they must read the medical record." Director Jing said in a hoarse voice.

The itinerant nurse ran out immediately, notified the other people in the operating room, and called the person in charge of the triage in front to explain this.

Unfortunately, there is only one such patient, because his condition is relatively mild, so he was sent to the Second Provincial Hospital. Serious patients are all piled up in West China and provincial hospitals, which are busier than here.

Director Jing's surgery was meticulous and performed at the highest level since his medical career.

The doctors on the front line did not know what kind of bad situation they were facing, so they did the first-stage emergency treatment. If something goes wrong here, I'm sorry for the patients, and I'm sorry for the doctors on the front line.

"Doctor, do I need amputation?" the patient asked while lying on the hospital bed.

Because of the continuous epidural anesthesia, he could hear the conversations of 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 mustered the courage to ask.

"Amputation is required, but it is enough to amputate half of the sole of the foot." Director Jing told the truth, at this moment, there is no need to hide anything from the patient.

"Half the sole of the foot, it's fine." The opposite Yisuke reassured the patient: "If you want to have a prosthesis, it's very simple. If you don't want to, just walk slowly and get used to it. Maybe a year later, you can still connect Running and jumping."

Hearing the doctor explain this to himself, the patient finally felt at ease.

"Thank you," he murmured.

"Where are you? Who performed the operation on you?" Director Jing asked.

"The operation in Nanchuan Town was performed by two People's Liberation Army." The patient grinned and wanted to laugh, but in the end his whole face burst into tears, "The operation seems to have been performed in the ruins. In the ruins of our town hospital, there is a The machine is still useful."

"..." Director Jing's hand paused, but then started the operation again.

"At that time, after my surgery, there was an aftershock just after I was sent out." The patient said: "The person who carried me didn't stand firm and fell."

"What about the ruins?"

"Buried..." the patient said, "I was later sent to a tent where only the seriously wounded could lie down, and fell asleep in a daze. Then, when I woke up, I was already in the helicopter."

buried...

Director Jing lowered his head, opened his eyes wide, and performed the operation more meticulously.

I heard that the frontline rescuers suffered heavy casualties, but I didn't expect it to reach this level.

The soldiers on the front line risked their lives to undergo a first-stage operation, and they have absolutely no reason to deal with the operation.

Director Jing put aside all distracting thoughts and stopped thinking about the doctor who insisted on surgery in the rubble on that rainy night despite the risk of aftershocks.

No longer think about long-distance raids, brave the wind and rain, tread the night, the soldiers who are not afraid of sacrifice.

do your own work,

must!

must!

"Wipe the sweat." Director Jing turned his head sideways and whispered.

A sterile gauze was wiped on his forehead, and he rubbed the corner of his eyes, then continued the operation.

...

...

All the operating rooms of the hospitals in Rongcheng were lit all night, and people were flashing in all the operating rooms.

He never sleeps, and even has little time to eat and drink. The patients who were transported from the front line received professional treatment as soon as possible.

As the large army drove into the mountains, batches of lightly and seriously wounded were sent down from the front line, and all the hospitals in Rongcheng were full.

In the Huaxi Orthopaedic Ward, an old man who had just had a double hip replacement was angry with his family.

The old man, who is in his 80s, even has sparse silver-white hair, and his health is not very good. He has been suffering from heart and lung insufficiency and other problems.

Originally, the Huaxi orthopedic doctor specially reserved a quiet ward for him, but after hearing and seeing the situation outside, the old man refused to live here.

Usually at home, whenever a child dares to disturb his sleep, he will be scolded when he wakes up, and even beating with a cane is commonplace.

But in the messy hospital, he rejected the persuasion of his children and the nurses, insisting on living in the corridor with extra beds, and giving up his bed to the people who had just finished surgery.

The old man is so stubborn, he doesn't listen to anyone's words, and is full of anger.

In the end, the nurse in Huaxi, after consulting the doctor who was in charge of the bed on the operating table, moved the old man out of the ward and lived in an extra bed in the corridor.

In the face of a large number of patients, the major hospitals in West China and Rongcheng have been overwhelmed, and the corridors are full of extra beds, all of which are patients who have been hospitalized before. The seriously wounded sent down from the front all live in standard beds in the ward, and there are volunteers to accompany the patients.

All problems do not need to be solved, they will be solved naturally.

Many of the difficulties expected by the Medical Service never happened.

There is no need to explain, there is no need to explain, and there is no one who even wants to explain. Usually, people would quarrel for trivial matters. People who complained to the medical department calmed down and did their part to help these survivors who lost their homes and were seriously injured.

There is a small fast food restaurant in a row of small restaurants in the northeast corner outside the West China Hospital.

It's neither good nor cheap.

The boss is a disabled person. He is a cook by himself. He cooks ordinary meals. Even meat stars are rarely seen in the meals.

At this time, he was carrying a load of food and vegetables, and was walking from ward to ward.

Full meals, no money, are put on the bedside table in the ward. The dish is fragrant, and it is the standard of a first-class chef. The dishes are full of meat, and they don't seem to be stingy as usual.

He insisted on three meals a day, and provided meals for a hundred patients in a ward.

There were other people who came to deliver the meal, and they met face to face, and almost didn't fight over it.

...

This kind of thing happens every day, every hour, everywhere.