Chapter 692 Which Great God Is Here?

No, have to go and see.

Before Director Chen went downstairs, he had already made up his mind.

Although it was already dark, although aftershocks continued, and although he was too old to undergo interventional surgery.

But he knew that he couldn't have surgery, and he could use his years of rich clinical experience to check and fill in the gaps.

The hospital is so busy that all the doctors are performing operations on it. After the surgery, the patients can only be seen by the doctors who are resting, or by the physicians who have come to support them.

The amount of surgery is so large that it is almost impossible to complete the operation without interruption.

At this time, it is most likely to make mistakes.

No matter what you do, as long as you can do something, it's all good.

The thin and dry figure is getting faster and faster, and the years of rheumatism and arthritis seem to have disappeared.

He seems to have returned to his youth,

Even if a lot of blood is spilled on this land,

so what? !

Going downstairs and getting into the car driven by his son, Director Chen said, "Go to Pengxi Township Hospital."

"Dad, what are you trying to do?" Director Chen's son was puzzled.

He is also in his fifties, and he is tired from tossing till now. As for the old man in his 70s, what would he do if he was tossed about three long and two short ones?

Although it looks tough, there are basically many problems that the elderly should have.

"If you want to go, just go, so much nonsense!" Director Chen has a bad temper and has not been able to sleep well recently. In addition to seeing countless wounded being sent to Rongcheng, he is emotional and even more irritable.

His son had no choice but to start the car and rushed to Pengxi Township in the dark.

Along the way, Director Chen kept thinking about the situation in Pengxi Township and what happened.

This is beyond the scope of medical common sense.

Or maybe more than half of the middle-level backbone of the Interventional Department of Huaxi will perform emergency surgery at the outpost in Pengxi Township... and the Pengxi Township Hospital has been remodeled this year... Otherwise, it is impossible to do it in less than a day. In the time, so many patients were sent to the provincial hospital.

Even so, it is absolutely impossible!

What Director Chen is most afraid of is that he is too busy and wrongly reports the condition of the wounded, which eventually leads to major collective casualties.

It would be a pity if the people who had been rescued with great difficulty really died because of these omissions.

Old Director Chen knew that his eyes were dizzy, his legs and feet were not easy, his hands were shaking, and he couldn't have surgery at all.

Then go have a look, do your best, and do your best, or you won't be able to sleep if you go home.

It was dark at night, and there was a constant flow of traffic on the road leading to Pengxi Township.

There are ambulances, troops and firefighters who are supported by various sources. They came to Rongcheng and went straight to the front line without any repairs.

Although aftershocks continued, nothing could stop them.

There are also many private car and taxi owners who rushed to the front to see what they could do.

Director Old Chen has nothing to communicate with his son. He is not a doctor, and he doesn't understand many things.

Silent all the way, the old director was very worried.

There are many cars and more people on the road, and it is countless times more crowded than usual.

But the order is still good, although the traffic flow is slow, it can go all the way.

When I came to Pengxi Township and arrived at the township hospital, Director Chen got out of the car and went straight to the emergency room. His son was about to get out of the car to support him, but he pushed him away.

What a joke, let's go, do you want the doctors here to treat themselves as sick and wounded?

I am here to contribute, not to cause trouble.

But the situation of Pengxi Township Hospital surprised Old Director Chen a little. The order here is good and orderly, and there is no chaos as imagined.

In his imagination, the corridors of the hospital should be full of wounded, the doctors and nurses with messy hair, constantly changing fluids, patrolling the ward. Outside the hospital, there should be constant wailing, and all kinds of vehicles are blocked.

However, he saw that in the hospital compound, rows of temporary tents were set up, and the wounded sent from the front line were directly sent to the hospital for rescue. The lightly wounded were placed in tents and waited for medical treatment.

In addition to the tents, there are also two rows of teams lined up neatly and orderly. A row is relatively small, it is 120 ambulances. Another long queue is a volunteer fleet mainly of taxis and private cars.

Director Chen observed for a few minutes and found that the seriously injured were taken to the 120 ambulance, and the lightly injured were taken to the volunteer's convoy.

The management here is good. At this time, it can still be in order, which has indeed exceeded expectations.

He pushed his son to the side of the volunteer's convoy, and he couldn't run empty-handed. It would be good to take a few lighter wounded back.

As for himself, Director Chen is going to observe here for a day.

He did not walk directly into the hospital, but followed the flow of people to the position where he received and triaged the wounded who came down from the front line.

Everyone was busy, and no one noticed the addition of an old man.

Director Chen watched quietly, every wounded person was wrapped around a wristband with a number written on it, and then a professional person was responsible for entering the information into the computer.

At the same time, several doctors who did not seem to be local doctors in Pengxi Township had physical examinations, and volunteers sent the wounded to the corresponding departments.

As for the seriously injured, first rescue, infusion, blood collection, examination, can be treated on the spot, and those who cannot be treated are carried to the 120 ambulance waiting outside and sent to Rongcheng.

It's really good here, he recognized it in his heart.

Director Chen nodded and turned to the interventional department.

A year ago, at the invitation of Director Jiang, he had come. In the whole province, Director Chen still has a very high academic status.

He knew where the interventional department was, and he didn't need volunteers to guide him.

When he found the interventional department, he glanced first.

Nothing has changed from a year ago.

The only difference is that outside the interventional operating room, countless camp beds are set up, with patients lying on them, and simple drip racks standing beside them.

It's just that most of these temporary extra beds are empty, with only a dozen wounded lying there.

The door of the operating room was left open, and Director Chen watched for a few minutes when a flat cart was pushed out from inside.

A seriously wounded man was lying in the car, and at first glance he knew that he was a patient of hemorrhagic shock. Mr. Chen judged that this should be a postoperative patient with a severe pelvic fracture and a large retroperitoneal hematoma.

There was a plastic bag on the chest of the wounded, which was tightly tied and contained paper.

Just like the patients Old Director Chen saw in the provincial hospital, he could guess what was written on it—the time of the visit, the vital signs at the time, what treatment was done, the blood type of the wounded, and how much blood was transfused.

Busy but not chaotic, it made Director Chen sigh with emotion.

When the wounded was sent out, Director Chen quickly gave way.

When Director Jiang saw the old man, he hastily rubbed his eyes, a little in disbelief. But then it was confirmed that it was really Director Chen. He hurried over and asked in confusion, "Director Chen? Why are you here?"

"Xiao Jiang, how many surgeries have you performed here?"

"Forty-five sets were made in more than ten hours." Director Jiang's face was full of fatigue, but he still remembered the numbers very clearly.

After all, the most serious injuries are pelvic fractures. The number of casualties is unlikely to be large, and many are combined with organ ruptures.

A small number of such patients are operated urgently by doctors from West China at Pengxi Township Hospital, but the number of operations is limited. Most of them will not stop in Pengxi Township. They will have their blood type tested and put on a blood bag, and then they will be pulled directly by the 120 ambulance to West China and the provincial hospital to go to the emergency department for surgery.

"So many? Which great god came to you?"