Chapter 665 Don't Care, Just Survive

In Huaxi, in the compound, experienced emergency physicians stood directly in the compound, triaging the rescued wounded who were being transported in truck by truck.

Xie Ning was beside the doctor, busy in silence.

In the beginning, he helped lift patients and escorted them to the ward and to the operating room.

As volunteers joined in one after another, middle-aged and elderly people like Xie Ning were pushed aside by the boys.

People are all red-eyed, but they don't talk about respecting the old and loving the young.

Shainin stood in front of a wall, holding papers and pens from the emergency department to distribute to living survivors and family seekers.

Behind him is an ordinary wall. Not long ago, an elderly man who was rescued from the disaster area was looking for paper and pens with tears in his eyes.

After writing down the last location and appearance of the missing relatives, the old man cried silently.

Maybe this goodbye is forever.

Xie Ning saw that the words written by the old man were messy and unclear. After inquiring about the specific appearance and characteristics of the old man's family, he wrote a new copy and silently posted the missing person notice on the wall.

With one, there is the next.

Soon, a long wall was covered with notices of missing persons.

The wind blew, and the white paper clattered, as if crying.

The seemingly simple work quickly consumed Shainin's energy. During this time, he started smoking again. It seems that the spicy stimulation of tobacco can make him feel more... fresher.

The rest of the time, he even saved 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 sent.

Backed by the West China Hospital, most of the injured can receive timely and appropriate treatment.

The doctors in Huaxi, like the 912 Hospital, were pulled away by a car with the emergency surgical emergency force left at home at the time of the earthquake.

Subsequently, the vacation was canceled, and all the doctors were recalled and started to work around the clock.

Another car of injured people was brought in. Xie Ning watched from a distance. Although he was tired and numb, he still habitually analyzed the severity of the patient from some small movements and whether there was any rescue value.

But this time, Xie Ning saw that there was something wrong with the gray-haired director of the Huaxi Emergency Department.

The director of the emergency department looked at the patient, a little surprised, a little surprised, and did not triage the patient at the first time as before.

It's very strange, Xie Ning found a place to paste the missing person notice in his hand, trying not to affect the surrounding missing person notice, and then leaned over.

"Where is 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 brought back by a helicopter. It is said to be 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 advice. Write it all down and attach it to the patient."

The old director frowned, in an area like an island in front, can you perform third- or fourth-level surgery?

It should not have this condition. This is the first batch of postoperative patients who received third- and fourth-level surgery.

Others are at most simple orthopaedic splinting, simple debridement and suture.

However, time is tight, although the patient has already determined his blood type and begins blood transfusion. However, seeing that the state is not stable, it is necessary to immediately send it to the corresponding department to confirm the diagnosis and carry out follow-up treatment.

The old director saw that the patient was covered with a strong plastic bag with layers of tape. He tore off one of the patient's tapes, took out the paper inside, and looked at it carefully.

It's a wet tissue, and the writing on it is a little fuzzy, but it doesn't affect reading.

Hemorrhagic shock, liver rupture, and suture of the liver rupture has been performed under local anesthesia. The surgeon wrote his own recommendations later—blood transfusion, secondary laparotomy in general surgery, debridement, and ICU anti-shock treatment.

This is the advice of those on the front line, and the director of the emergency department will not refuse.

Then the handling of this group of people is much simpler, just send them directly to general surgery.

Although more than a dozen seriously wounded people were dying, they made it to West China alive after all.

As long as you come to Huaxi, even if you want to die, it will not be so easy. On this point, the director of the emergency department is confident.

It's just that his expression is weird, full of disbelief.

After all the patients were triaged, and the doctor under him escorted the patients to the corresponding department, the old director frowned.

"Director, what's the matter?" Xie Ning asked, handing over a cigarette.

"Ningzi, why don't you take a break?" the old director asked.

He didn't know what Xie Ning's name was, and Xie Ning didn't say anything, just called himself Ning Zi. As for those little doctors, calling yourself 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 different, forgetting each other in the river and sea.

"Not tired." Xie Ning also lit a cigarette, taking advantage of the short interval, slowly, "The batch of patients just now looked different from the others."

"Yeah. I had an operation on the front line, otherwise I won't be able to survive now." The old director took a deep breath of cigarettes and said puzzled: "But the paper says that the operation was performed under local anesthesia. The one in front Conditions, I believe in local anesthesia, but for surgery... local anesthesia to cut the spleen and suture the liver? I haven't seen it before."

"Never mind, as long as people come to us alive, that's enough." Xie Ning said with a free and easy smile.

This makes sense. Now is not the time to delve into academic issues.

The old director smiled, took a few puffs, and then snuffed it out.

There are not many patients sent now, but it is said that the large army has already entered. It can be foreseen that there will be a huge peak period waiting for you in the following days and nights.

Not only in West China, but also in provincial and municipal courts.

There is a huge flow of patients, and there are many patients who need surgery. I am afraid that the doctors in the inpatient department will be too busy.

It's not good, you need to brush your hands for surgery.

Take advantage of now, find a place to squint for a while.

Next time I can sleep, I really don't know when.

"Ningzi, you're busy first, I'll find a place to sit for a while," the old director said.

Xie Ning watched the old director call a capable doctor under his command to wait for the triage, and then left. He also put out the cigarette and went back to work.

Some people are lucky and leave each other's names and physical signs on the tracing wall. Xie Ning's brain was like a computer, and the match only took a split second.

The separated people reunited and embraced each other to celebrate. Xie Ning was sincerely happy for them.

But the vast majority of people can't wait for the result, and their relatives and they have long since said goodbye.

Only the paper brushes on the tracing wall were blown by the wind, leaving the care and remembrance in this world.

Soon after, a group of young men in suits and leather shoes came to Huaxi, and Xie Ning took them out of here and rushed to the front line that had been envisaged.