One Hundred and Sixty-Five, Don't Pretend to Be Dead for Me, Hurry Up

There are not many accidents in hospitals, but there are too many. It can be said that large hospitals can encounter accidents almost all the time. Even some weird-sounding stories can come across in a hospital.

For example, a junior high school girl fought with a dog and became inseparable, and a family of eight all broke their heads because of the separation. In a car accident, the two drivers driving the vehicle were not injured, but the flying wheels knocked passers-by into shock.

Really, tomorrow and accident will come first? Most people will probably choose tomorrow.

However, the people in the hospital may not choose this way. If they get mixed up in the position of the small boss of the hospital, they will directly choose the accident. When the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming and even cats and dogs enter the mating season, the hospital holds a spring epidemic prevention meeting early. Flu, meningitis, and scarlet fever make people feel that the world is not clean at all.

In summer, when the streets are full of girls in short skirts, long legs, white and tender, making people drool, the hospital holds meetings on dysentery, flood control and waterlogging prevention.

In autumn, when melons and fruits are fragrant, dysentery and mumps, and in winter, almost all physicians are ready to fight.

This kind of working environment will make some doctors who are not strong-willed become obsessed with cleanliness, wash their hands no less than fifty times a day, and the family members who go home to arrange are going crazy. The children and lovers of such doctors are very painful.

Another kind is that after getting used to life and death, they don't care about anything, and when they feel powerless in business, they start to indulge. There are a lot of divorces and derailments in the medical care system.

Seemingly affectionate, but in fact ruthless. The kind of doctor created by the general environment does not love his relatives or even himself, so how can he love patients.

This is also the drawback of modern medicine. Medical ethics is only a private morality, and everything can be relaxed or compromised in front of technology. The result is that the mentality of doctors and nurses is not particularly good.

In Chasu Hospital, Ouyang went to the emergency center to take a look, but he didn't take it seriously. If there were not two seriously injured people, the hospital leaders would not be able to worry about this kind of rescue.

Zhang Fan has been digging with a hoe for so long, and now it is no longer the time when he encountered one or two seriously ill patients, and the whole hospital was trembling with nervousness.

The chasu emergency room seemed to be in a panic, and several middle-level employees of Huaneng were walking around in the corridor rubbing their hands to keep warm, as if the heating system of the chasu hospital was not working.

The nurses and doctors were running around, speaking in a nonchalant manner. In fact, this kind of situation makes laymen look flustered, and it's nothing serious.

Especially sometimes, when doctors and nurses are rude, family members should feel relieved. Once the situation is not good, it will be better if the nurses and doctors talk, because they have no right to be proud.

The real danger is in the operating room.

There was no panic in the operating room at all, but the doctors who performed the operation counted one by one, and the sweat beads on their foreheads were densely packed in rows, and they could not be wiped off.

In the No. 2 operating room, Wang Yanan, Xu Xian, and Zhou Guofu were squeezed together, that is to say, none of the three of them were too fat. If they were a little fatter, they couldn't operate.

Because the patient not only had a pelvic fracture and bleeding, but also had injury and bleeding in the abdominal cavity.

Zhao Jingjin took Ma Yichen and the others to conduct a quick laparotomy, and the orthopedic department quickly opened the pelvis.

The size of the operating table is actually the size of a single bed, and there are eight people around a bed of this size, plus two equipment nurses, there are directly ten people.

The two groups of people seem to be close to each other, but in fact there is no intersection. They each perform their own operations, but the anesthesiologists have big heads at this time.

The development of multiple operations is not only a consideration for the surgeon, but also a direct suffering for the anesthesiologist.

"Boost, boost, I can't see the blood vessels, boost, what are you doing um, medicine!" Wang Yanan was furious. Although he didn't raise his head, the anesthesiologist could feel that Wang Yanan's teeth were leaking Out.

Just after raising the blood pressure a little, Zhao Jingjin turned his head to look at the ECG monitor, and said to the anesthetist, "No, it's too high, it's all exudate, let it drop."

The anesthesiologist has no way to explain, or even the right to appeal, because this is his job. It's like a cook cooking. Sometimes they need more salt, and sometimes they need less salt. For this kind of diners, the cook can smash the pot for you.

But the anesthesiologist can't do it. With all kinds of amps in his hand, he doesn't want to have this kind of anesthesia again in his life. It's too difficult.

If the anesthesiologist in operating room No. 2 is an ant on a hot pot, the anesthetist in operating room No. 1 is directly an elephant frozen in the refrigerator.

"The chest was squeezed violently in the anteroposterior direction, the anteroposterior diameter of the thorax was shortened, and the transverse diameter was enlarged. The lungs felt as a whole, and the main bronchus was lacerated..."

While opening his chest, Zhang Fan dictated the patient's condition, and the itinerant nurse quickly recorded it.

What exactly is the chest cavity? In the teaching tree, a tree will be used to describe the appearance of the lungs.

This description is for medical students to memorize and segment the operation.

In fact, according to Zhang Fan's understanding, the lungs are a piece of bread with a smooth surface, and the inside is exactly the same as the bread. The various air bubbles may or may not be connected to each other.

The blisters one after another are alveoli, and many of these alveoli are fused together to form bullae. When the bullae rupture, it is pneumothorax.

It's that simple.

Of course, it seems simple to understand, but once you encounter problems, it will be troublesome.

"Quickly, go ahead and call Jumabek. You've been pretending to be dead for half a month, and it's time to work."

Zhang Fan said something to Bayin, the head nurse in the operating room.

Bayin didn't dare to laugh either, now is not the time to laugh, the operation is not going well, let alone laughing, it's not okay to look serious.

This is the rule of the operating room. As long as the operation goes well, no one will talk about Bayin no matter if she is cursing or swearing, or even dancing on a horse.

But once the operation doesn't go well, there will be more people looking for trouble.

Even why you walk in with your left foot can be criticized from the head.

Because Zhang Fan threw all the medical records into his arms, Lao Ju had a lot of problems in the department. Lao Ju couldn't bear the embarrassment of face. After he directly dumped the department to the director of the respiratory department, he took annual leave.

The old residence who has worked in medical treatment for most of his life has never taken annual leave. Even when he got married, the wedding was held on the occasion of the Eid al-Adha, and he was not satisfied with his adoring wife.

This time the old man is on annual leave. Others don't know if he is happy or not, but his fat wife is really happy. My man hasn't even had a weekend for so many years, even a donkey doesn't work so hard.

It's not that Lao Ju quit, but mainly because of shame. This kind of person with high self-esteem stands too high. Once he feels ashamed, it is really not easy to slow down.

"My Hu Da, don't look at your phone, you are on your annual leave, don't worry about the hospital. Today I will make you a pilaf, lamb shank, raisins, and dried apricots this year, come on, Try it, try it, open your mouth."

Lao Ju has made his sheep crock like a doll at home these past few days. Although he is infinitely impatient, Lao Ju still doesn't show it at all. He knows that he owes nothing to anyone but his wife.

He just took a bite of pilaf, and Lao Ju didn't really know what it tasted like. What he thought about was whether there were more patients in the hospital recently, and whether the ICU was too busy recently.

Old couples and old wives don't have the feeling of mutual disgust. The fat wife looks at the bald old man with water in her eyes. How she saw it thirty years ago is how she sees it now. Nothing has changed.

As soon as the second sip was brought to his mouth, Laoju's phone rang.

Like an electric call, Laoju even picked up his fat wife, put her on the other side of the sofa, picked up the phone, "Hospital, there is an operation, and the lung operation is a bit troublesome. Zhangyuan asked you to..." Bayin Before he finished speaking, Lao Ju heard Zhang Fan's irritable voice on the other end of the phone, "Give it to me, I'll tell him."

Bayin hurriedly held the phone and put it next to Zhang Fan's ear, "I can't tell you? You've come home, do you still have discipline? Come to the operating room immediately, the trachea and main bronchus are torn, and the lungs are full. Edema, there is a big hole in the pleura on the side of the chest, I need your opinion quickly."

Zhang Fan's blunt phone call revived Lao Ju, who seemed to be suffering from plague these days, his yellow eyes lit up like wolves, "I'll be right there!"

Zhang Fan scolded him, taunted him, he didn't care at all, just that one sentence, hurry up, I need your opinion, the flames lit up in Lao Ju's heart, this kind of person is born to do business.

After hanging up the phone, he was spitting and touching his hair while running. He was a bit similar to Ouyang. The sky was falling, and he wanted to keep his hairstyle from being tied up.

Really, he was born with a disobedient gene in his bones.

The fat lady in the old house looked at her husband who was chasing a thief, put down her spoon, and chased after her, "Slow down, slow down, be careful with the car, watch carefully."

Looking at the old man going away, the fat lady sighed, "Hey, the annual leave is not allowed, hey! This little dean is even more hateful than Ouyang!"

She really hoped that the old man could accompany her every day, but she knew that her man was an eagle, not a dove staying at home.

Cardiothoracic surgery is really not good. When encountering such a major operation, the eyes of the doctors in the cardiothoracic surgery are all dull. It's really not an exaggeration at all. They can't help Zhang Fan at all.

It probably didn't even take ten minutes. Lao Ju went into the operation out of breath. He gave Zhang Fan the same look, and Zhang Fan gave him the same look. He also gave Zhang Fan the same look.

Then, like the glance back in the crowd, this matter is over.

There is no need to explain to each other, let alone talk to each other.

"What should I do now? I can't fix the edema in my lungs. After one injection, it's full of blood."

While Zhang Fan said, Lao Ju looked at the lungs and the ECG monitor, "Yuan Zhang, can you give up this incision and enter from the abdomen?"

"I'm afraid of shock? The damage is too great!"

"Try it? I can guarantee that the life state will maintain the current state for half an hour."

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