Chapter 696 Fighting Side by Side

Huaxi, in the operating room.

The orthopaedic surgeons performed an operation and the patient was sent down.

Taking advantage of this interval, the doctors hurry up, leaning against the wall, or directly spread the sterile clothes they took off on the ground, regardless of whether it is hot or cold, lie down and sleep. Even if you can't sleep, it's good to soothe your body.

The operation is done for this sake, and there is no need to ask how fast it is. All are cautious. My energy is exhausted, the operation can be slower, but it must not go wrong.

I hope the doctors who will support me will come up early and sleep for a few hours... Although they know that this is an extravagant hope.

Hearing the sound of the flat car, everyone was numb.

The chief surgeon, who was lying on the ground half-awake, calculated that he would lift the patient and disinfect him so that he could sleep for at least ten minutes.

It's good, I can sleep for ten minutes.

"Teacher Yan, take a look." said the doctor who received the patient.

"Sleep, you prepare for surgery first."

"It's a wounded person with a medical record." The doctor who received the patient shook the simple plastic bag in his hand.

The plastic bag is tightly sealed, and you can see that it is carefully used.

Professor Yan, who was lying on the ground, got up all of a sudden, cheered up, and grabbed the plastic bag.

Patients with medical records are all from the same place.

This has been proven before.

There are general surgery, orthopedics; postoperative, and direct diagnosis after being rescued.

A small medical record, which is extremely important, is the first-hand observation data of the doctor in charge of the rescue at the forefront.

Postoperative patients with medical records are relatively simple to deal with. But this is not critical. For orthopedics, it is nothing short of fantasy to do thrombectomy in the front line and prepare for the first stage of amputation.

They knew what was going on and asked a postoperative patient who had thrombectomy. The thrombectomy is said to have been done in a ruin.

At that time, everyone in the operating room was silent.

There are not many similar patients, only less than ten. Each patient can try to preserve 1-2 joints.

If there is no surgery, the whole leg may be amputated, and only the calf will be amputated. Some even only need to cut off the necrotic half of the sole of the foot.

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.

On the paper is written a brief description of the patient's condition, the treatment that has been done, and suggestions.

Everyone has their own judgment about the patient's condition.

But in this special situation, Professor Yan still wanted to try his best to respect the opinions of the doctors who were on the front line and performed surgery despite aftershocks and heavy rain.

At the same time, he is also guessing, which god-level doctor went to the forefront and left a ray of life for so many seriously wounded people.

"The ankle joint can be preserved, try it as much as possible." Professor Yan whispered after reading the medical record.

The atmosphere in the operating room instantly became a lot more relaxed.

"Are there any similar wounded?" Professor Yan asked.

"No, this is the last batch." The doctor who went to pick up the wounded said: "The large army drove in. Although the road was not clear yet, they carried stretchers and tried their best to transport the seriously wounded in front. I asked After the situation, it is said that the two military doctors who performed the operation, the first batch came down from the front, and now I don’t know which hospital they are in.”

Professor Yan has some regrets.

It's such a joy for a god-level doctor like this to come to me and work together.

Pity.

However, Professor Yan determined that they must be fighting side by side with him where they are most needed.

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In the second hospital of the province, 120 ambulances drove up to deliver the injured and returned again, tirelessly.

The emergency doctor glanced at the patient, and there was a plastic file bag with white paper in it.

"It was sent by Pengxi Township." He was sure.

When such a large number of wounded are sent down, it is extremely rare to keep the treatment process or medical records.

The first time he received such a patient, he was also very surprised. However, the medical records and treatment procedures in the folder, the source of the wounded, are clearly written, and even the doctor on the 120 ambulance that sent the wounded said that the wounded had been numbered, and the number must not be lost so that relatives could find it in the future.

In the midst of all the hustle and bustle, you can still be attentive, which means a huge workload and unlimited energy.

The emergency doctor opened the transparent folder, glanced at the process written on it, and said, "Sent to the orthopaedic department, it is a patient after pelvic fracture intervention. Don't forget to hand over the blood transfusion bag."

"Okay." Several volunteers, already familiar with the workflow here, responded with a clear voice.

One of them was a newcomer, and he was curious about everything. It was strange to see that this patient was different from the others.

But he didn't ask right away. Sending the wounded to the corresponding department is the most important thing in front of him.

Running all the way, the wounded was sent to the orthopaedic department, and the handover was done.

"Brother, why does this wounded have a medical record?" the new volunteer asked.

"The side of Pengxi Township Hospital is one of the outposts. Some of the wounded were seriously injured, so they were directly operated on there. Those who came from Pengxi Township all had transparent folders, and there was a copy of the treatment process of the wounded. medical records.”

"I've been to the front before, but it's not Pengxi Township." Another volunteer came earlier and knew more. "Other places are not as organized as Pengxi Township. I heard that the first wave There are many surgeons in West China who go to the front line to perform operations at Pengxi Township Hospital. Besides, there seems to be a volunteer who is solely responsible for the trivial procedures."

"Volunteer? Like us?"

"The same? What are you kidding. Next time you ask the doctors and nurses on the 120 ambulance if they know Uncle Ning from Pengxi Township."

"How long has it been since you have a name?" The new volunteer was surprised.

"Those little nurses call Uncle Ning a male god, and all the doctors admire them. It's possible to clear an outpost in the shortest time, and even have medical records. Is this something ordinary people can do?"

"Are you also a volunteer? Sounds amazing."

"It is said that it was the first time that a Carrefour warehouse was emptied, and he brought a large team to support. Later, he helped in West China for a while, and troops drove in one after another, so he went to Pengxi Township Hospital."

"It's really true to say that the Chinese land is a black dragon and a crouching tiger." A volunteer sighed.

"Do a good job at hand, we can be worthy of ourselves."

"If there is a chance, I would also like to see Uncle Ning. At least when I get home, someone will tell someone."

"Don't talk nonsense, take time to have a good sleep. The big army has just entered the mountain, and this is the beginning, and there are still busy people."