"Remove the embolus?" The orthopedic doctor who was disinfecting was stunned for a moment. He saw that the patient's ankle joint was deformed, and there was a necrotic indentation on the skin.
However, the strange thing was that although the swelling of the patient's wound was relatively obvious, it was much lighter than expected, and there was no black necrotic tissue spreading.
Only the front half of the foot was completely necrotic. The other parts of the foot seemed to be preserved.
For the same patient, the best one was amputated below the knee joint.
Which god-level figure was this on the frontlines? The orthopedic doctor thought for a long time. He heard that on the day of the earthquake, everyone in Huaxi Hospital was directly brought to the frontline to participate in the rescue.
It was very likely that it was a certain Almighty.
Chief Jing stood up and went to the front of the table to observe the patient's condition.
He thought about it carefully for a long time before saying, "Keep the ankle joint and prepare for internal fixation."
This was undoubtedly the best choice. Although the complexity of the surgery was multiplied, who would not be willing to do such a little work when it involved the patient's postoperative recovery?
Although he had been standing for 24 hours,
Although almost everyone was exhausted,
Although there were still countless patients behind.
"Tell the others to check the medical records of any injured person who has this kind of plastic bag," Chief Jing said hoarsely.
The circulating nurse immediately ran out and informed the other people in the operating theater. She also called the person in charge of triage in front to explain this point.
Unfortunately, there was only one such patient. Because his condition was relatively mild, he was sent to the Second Provincial Hospital. The seriously ill patients were all piled up in Huaxi and the Provincial Hospital. They were even busier there.
Chief Jing's surgery was very meticulous, and he performed at the peak of his medical career.
No one knew what kind of terrible situation the frontline doctors were in, but they managed to perform the first phase of emergency treatment. If something happened to him, he would be letting down the patients and the doctors at the frontline.
"Doctor, do I need to amputate?" the patient asked as he lay on the hospital bed.
Because it was a continuous epidural anesthesia, he could hear the conversation between the doctors and nurses in the operating theater. He could see the changes in Chief Jing's expression.
It was not until half an hour after the surgery began that he finally mustered up the courage to ask.
"Amputation is needed, but half of the sole of the foot is enough." Chief Jing told the truth. At this moment, there was no need to hide anything from the patient.
"Half a foot. It's okay." The first assistant comforted the patient. "If you want to install a prosthetic leg, it's very simple. If he didn't want to, he just had to walk slowly and gradually get used to it. Maybe a year later, you can still run and jump. "
After hearing the doctor's explanation, the patient was finally relieved.
"Thank you," he murmured.
"Where are you from? Who performed the surgery on you? "Chief Jing asked.
"From Nanchuan Town. Two People's Liberation Army soldiers performed the surgery on me." The patient grinned. He wanted to laugh, but in the end, he looked like he was about to cry. "The surgery seems to have been done in the ruins. In the ruins of our town's hospital, there is a machine that is still working."
"…" Chief Jing's hand paused for a moment, but then he started the surgery again.
"At that time, after I finished the surgery, there was an aftershock just as I was sent out," the patient said. "The person who carried me didn't stand steadily and fell."
"What about the ruins?"
"Buried …" the patient said, "Later, I was sent to a tent where only the seriously injured could lie. I fell asleep in a daze. After that, when I woke up, I was already on the helicopter. "
Buried …
Chief Jing lowered his head and widened his eyes. He performed the surgery more carefully.
He had heard that the frontline rescue personnel had suffered heavy casualties, but he didn't expect it to be to this extent.
The soldiers at the frontline had risked their lives to perform the first stage of the surgery. There was absolutely no reason for him to deal with the surgery.
Chief Jing abandoned all distracting thoughts and no longer thought about the doctor who risked the aftershock in the ruins on a rainy night and insisted on performing the surgery.
He no longer thought about the soldiers who ran long distances, braved the wind and rain, stepped into the night, and advanced without fear of sacrifice.
He had to do his job well.
Definitely!
He had to!
"Wipe my sweat," Chief Jing turned his head and whispered.
A piece of sterile gauze was wiped across his forehead. He took the opportunity to wipe the corner of his eyes and then continued the surgery.
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All the hospital operating theaters in Chengdu were lit up all night. All the operating theaters were filled with human figures.
They did not rest or sleep. They did not even have time to eat or drink. The patients who were transported down from the frontline received professional treatment at the first possible moment.
As the large army marched into the mountains, batches of heavily injured people were sent down from the frontline. All the hospitals in Chengdu were full.
In the ward of Huaxi Orthopedics Department, an old man who had just undergone a double hip replacement was angry with his family.
The old man, who was already in his eighties, had very little silver hair. His health was not very good either. His heart and lungs were not functioning well and had been tormenting him.
Originally, the orthopedics doctor of Huaxi had specially left him a quiet ward. However, after the old man heard and saw the situation outside, he refused to stay here no matter what.
Usually at home, if any of his children dared to disturb his sleep, he would get up and scold them. It was common for him to even beat them with a walking stick.
However, in the messy hospital, he refused his children's persuasion and the nurse's dissuasion. He insisted on staying in the corridor and gave up his bed to the people who had just finished their surgery.
The old man was so stubborn. He did not listen to anyone and was angry.
In the end, after asking the doctor in charge of the operating table, the nurse of Huaxi moved the old man out of the ward and stayed in the corridor.
Faced with a large number of patients, the major hospitals in Huaxi and Chengdu were already overwhelmed. The corridor was full of extra beds, all of which were patients who had been hospitalized previously. The seriously injured people who were sent down from the front were all staying on standard beds in the ward. There were volunteers who acted as patients to accompany them.
All the problems did not need to be solved. They were naturally solved.
Many of the difficulties that the Medical Administration Division had expected did not happen at all.
There was no need to explain, and there was no need to explain. In fact, even if they wanted to explain, they could not find anyone. Usually, they would quarrel over trivial matters. The people who complained to the Medical Administration Division quieted down and did their part to help these survivors who had lost their homes and were seriously injured.
There was a small fast food restaurant in a row of small restaurants in the northeast corner of Huaxi Hospital.
The food here was neither good nor cheap.
The boss was a disabled person. He was a cook and his cooking was average. Usually, even meat stars were rarely seen in the food.
At this moment, he was carrying a load. On one side, there was rice, and on the other side, there was food. He was walking from ward to ward.
The food was full of free money and was placed on the bedside table in the ward. The fragrance of the food assailed the nostrils. It was the standard of a first-class chef. The food was full of meat, and he did not look as stingy as usual.
He insisted on eating three meals a day, covering the meals of a hundred patients in a ward.
When other people came to deliver food, they bumped into each other and almost got into a fight.
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Such things happened every day, every hour, and everywhere.
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