Ling Ran exercised his neck. His muscles were very sore and tired now.
The main reason was that the pace of work on the ship was too intense, and the environment was not as good as on land. If it were in Yun Hua Hospital, even if Ling Ran performed consecutive surgeries, he would have an appropriate amount of time to rest in between, especially for surgeries like hepatectomy. Although it was said that he had to perform surgeries one after another, in reality, there would always be a gap of twenty to thirty minutes between surgeries, or even more.
Patients undergoing elective surgery would not mind waiting for such a short amount of time in between surgeries. In fact, Ling Ran needed to spend a lot of time just to look at the MRI scan and use the Simulator.
In liver cancer surgery, where the workload was the heaviest, Ling Ran even habitually paused in between surgeries. The time spent waiting for the report from the Pathology Department was Ling Ran's rest time.
However, the patients sent over on the hospital ship were all real emergency patients, and each of their injuries was more serious than the last.
The two ships collided and hit a reef. The good thing was that the hit gave the injured hope of survival, but the bad thing was that it created more danger and created more pressure for treatment.
During the time Yun Hua 893 was on the way, the rescue team that arrived earlier had accumulated a large number of patients, and most of the patients that were transferred were critically ill. There were only two operating theaters on the hospital ship, and they had to handle so many patients. Ling Ran aside, even Huo Congjun's rest time was very short. Even Doctor Zhou had not found a suitable rhythm to slack off so far.
After Ling Ran concentrated for a few hours, his condition inevitably deteriorated.
Now that he received the mission from the system, he was reminded of something.
Completing one surgery was one surgery at a time. If he talked about saving energy and energy allocation now, he would have to pay the price of the patient's life and quality of life.
The next surgery could wait for the next case to solve the problem. Saving energy and energy allocation alone would not solve the problems in the future. It would only create problems now.
"Control the body temperature. How's the blood volume? " Ling Ran quickly sutured and tied knots. It was as if he had just learned the Master Level Simple Appositional Suture. The difference was that he now had a full understanding of all kinds of situations during the surgery, and he had the corresponding ability to deal with them.
Even if he did not have the corresponding skills from the system, Ling Ran had accumulated enough knowledge during the year in the Emergency Medical Center, and he could make all kinds of intraoperative judgments.
The anesthetist on the medical ship was a little weak. After a while, he reported, "His blood volume can basically be maintained at 7 … As for his body temperature …"
He looked at the operating theater with a troubled expression and whispered, "Should we raise the temperature in the operating theater?"
There was no corresponding equipment in the operating theater to regulate the patient's body temperature. This could be said to be a problem of medical philosophy, but it could also be explained by poverty.
Maintaining body temperature was very important for patients who suffered from massive bleeding and blood transfusions. Yun Hua Hospital had corresponding requirements in this regard, and they used this as an excuse to publish a series of research papers.
Huo Congjun looked around and asked, "Are there electric blankets on the ship? Bring it over and clean it up. Wrap it up or something, then send it over. "
A health worker quickly went out to look for an electric blanket. The surgery had progressed to this extent, and it had already exceeded the processing capabilities of Yun Hua 893. The health worker was dumbfounded the entire time. He did whatever he was told, and he was as obedient as a koi.
As a member of the local rescue bureau, Yun Hua 893's daily tasks were to deal with patients who only numbered in the single digits, and its main task was to transfer and temporarily accommodate them. Difficult surgeries were never its training goal.
It was also impossible for the hospital ship to aim for difficult surgeries. Ever since Yun Hua Rescue Bureau took over this hospital ship, the total number of surgeries it had performed in the past few years was less than a thousand. When it came to free medical treatment, it was necessary to form a group with a larger hospital ship. When it arrived at the hospital, most of the surgeries were minor.
This kind of surgery volume and level of surgery could not support high-ranking doctors. It was very difficult for them to even maintain their condition. Imagine a doctor who was good at hepatectomy coming to this kind of hospital ship. He might not be able to get three or four cases of hepatectomy in a year. After two or three years, it was inevitable that his skills would be rusty. Not only would the doctors be rusty, but the entire medical team would also encounter a problem of familiarity. Even if they hired doctors with a high salary, it would be difficult to maintain a team, let alone a high salary.
Huo Congjun used to be a military doctor, and he was very used to the atmosphere on the medical ship. He knew that they were swift and decisive in their work, but their conditions were really bad.
Nowadays, even if it was a military hospital, it was very difficult for them to not go downhill. It was even more difficult for them to operate a medical ship.
Huo Congjun looked at Ling Ran's attentive operation and looked at the scans taken just now. He felt that the kidneys could still wait, so he found an empty spot and let Lu Wenbin take over. He gave up his position and asked, "When will the supply ship arrive? Is there any more blood being sent over? "
"The nearest supply ship will arrive in about two hours. They only brought 1,600 liters of type B blood." Lin Honghou rushed over from the treatment room to help, and he was just in time to answer.
Huo Congjun frowned and said, "This is definitely not enough."
"Four more packs of blood is still not enough?" Lin Honghou was surprised.
"Don't we need more for the people behind us?" Huo Congjun pursed his lips. He had been an Emergency Department director for so many years, and he never placed his hopes on "possibilities", because if he failed, he would lose other people's lives.
During such a large-scale rescue, Huo Congjun would definitely not let the injured people who were saved by others die due to insufficient blood supply.
Lin Honghou gulped and said in a low voice, "Why don't we mobilize the crew? There should be about ten people with type B blood on the ship. If each person has 400 liters of blood, there will be 4,000 liters of blood. We can ask the people on the shore to replenish the blood later. It should be enough."
One of the complicated aspects of blood supply was that different blood types required different blood types to consume different blood types. In a rescue mission with dozens or hundreds of people, two injured people with the same blood type could consume a large amount of blood of a certain blood type. And with the current shortage of blood supply, it was very difficult to replenish only one type of blood.
Lin Honghou estimated that even if they asked the people on the shore now, Yun Hua's blood bank would probably take some time to prepare suitable blood. There would definitely be a difference in the time needed for the blood to be sent over.
Huo Congjun also knew about this situation. He frowned slightly and said, "The on-site rescue is not over yet. By then, there will definitely be more injured people sent over. The crew may have to work continuously for ten to twenty hours without rest."
After blood collection, it was definitely not suitable for them to work for a long time. Even if they reduced the intensity of work, their work efficiency would still be affected. Huo Congjun could not expect all the crew members with type B blood to be mentally stronger than physically stronger.
"Then, what should we do?" Lin Honghou looked a little annoyed. He could not do anything, unless he gave up on the injured person in front of him …
He looked at Ling Ran, who was still performing the surgery seriously. Although he had only known him for a few hours, he did not think that he could take the injured away from Ling Ran.
"How many crew members are on the supply ship?" Huo Congjun suddenly asked.
Lin Honghou answered subconsciously, "For such an important mission, they will definitely be fully equipped. There might even be some who are here to gain experience. There will also be new medical staff. There will be at least a hundred people …"
"Let them collect blood." Huo Congjun raised his head and looked at the clock on the wall. He said, "Let them arrive as soon as possible. If it's possible, ask if they can send a speedboat. Let the crew members with type B blood bring their blood over first. Now, go and organize people to prepare for blood collection. Let the blood bank and the Medical Laboratory Department take action. Strive to be able to start collecting blood in an hour … "
"Let the crew members with type B blood bring their blood over by speedboat?" Lin Honghou looked at Huo Congjun and suddenly felt terrified.
Huo Congjun said matter-of-factly, "When it's a race against time, we can't care so much. In the past, my teacher could even let people collect blood while he was performing surgery. By the way, tidy things up later. Don't collect blood for the people who are sent to the scene or those who are stationed in the hospital ship. All those who are leaving the ship to return to the shore, collect blood before they leave. Four hundred milliliters per person. "
"Yes." Lin Honghou was so nervous that he almost saluted.
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