"There are too many injured people. We can't handle all of them," Chief Jiang said. "Choose those who are in critical condition. Those who are slightly lighter will be sent to Chengdu."
"Okay." Zheng Ren nodded and began to change.
The corner of his left eye was bruised, and a small bloodstain had already formed a scab. The injury was sustained together with the fracture of the left rib. He did not mind it too much as long as it did not affect the surgical field of vision.
As soon as he took off his clothes, dirt and dirt fell off.
He had been rolling around in the muddy water for the past few days, especially going up and down the mountain. He didn't even notice that he was so dirty.
Chief Jiang was sad. He forced a smile and asked, "May I know your surname?"
"Just call me Little Zheng. This is Su Yun," said Zheng Ren with an honest smile.
"Why don't you wash it with purified water? The conditions are limited. I'm really sorry." Chief Jiang said in a hoarse voice when he saw that Zheng Ren had taken off his clothes. It was also filled with muddy water that had been dried with his body temperature.
On top of the muddy water, there were countless bruises and scratches on his body.
Knowing that the road ahead would be tough, he thought that he would be lucky to be able to come back alive. He didn't expect to have so many wounds on his body …
Chief Jiang felt a little guilty. He couldn't even take a hot shower when he came back. After the earthquake, the conditions were simple and crude, so there was nothing he could do.
Zheng Ren nodded.
Bathing with purified water was indeed a little extravagant, but for the sake of the surgery, this was the only way.
He had already come down from the frontline and had the conditions to be sterile, so he had to try his best to operate in a sterile manner.
Soon, Chief Jiang dragged a bottle of purified water over. He stepped on a stool and opened the bottles one by one before pouring them into a simple, suspended container.
At this time, a voice came from the operating room.
"Chief Jiang, I'm done. Next."
Chief Jiang looked at Zheng Ren apologetically.
"Go ahead. We'll handle this side ourselves." Zheng Ren smiled, the dry and hard soil on his face falling.
"Oh right, Chief Jiang." Zheng Ren suddenly remembered something. Seeing that Chief Jiang was about to leave, he immediately said, "Oh right, Chief Jiang."
"Hmm?"
"Bring two wounded people here. We'll be done here soon."
"Alright." Chief Jiang turned around and jogged away.
"Boss, you go first, I go first?" Su Yun asked.
"You go first. I'll smoke," Zheng Ren said. "Where's the cigarette?"
Su Yun took out the innermost plastic bag and carefully opened it.
The cigarettes in the plastic bag were all broken. He didn't know how many times he had fallen today.
Su Yun shook his head. He picked up a half-burned cigarette butt, opened the window and lit it.
He took a puff and took a break. 'I don't know when I'll be able to smoke again,' Zheng Ren thought.
Very quickly, Su Yun finished showering. He didn't do anything other than rub the mud off his body.
However, to change into the isolation suit while naked … it was a very special feeling. But I can't wear muddy underwear, no.
Zheng Ren poured water into the water container and took a shower.
Just like the rain that night, the cold, purified water fell on his body. He was reminded of the helicopter, the roar of the propellers, and the bearded pilot.
He subconsciously raised his hand and punched the air.
Don't worry, I'll try my best!
Zheng Ren put down his hand and washed it carefully.
He did not feel refreshed. This place was fundamentally different from the bathtub at Xie Yiren's house.
As long as it was clean, it was fine. Zheng Ren heard the sound of a stretcher trolley outside. He picked up an isolation suit and wiped it briefly. He put on the isolation suit and walked into the corridor.
The door of one of the operating theaters was closed. The one in the distance was open. It was probably Su Yun.
Zheng Ren walked over quickly and saw that Su Yun was disinfecting.
"Do you have radiographic films?" Zheng Ren asked when he saw Chief Jiang.
"Only X-ray films," Chief Jiang said.
Zheng Ren guessed that it was the same. In a first-class hospital in a township, when the injured came down, they would do a head CT, abdominal ultrasound, and other radiographic films at the location of the fracture.
They would just take a look.
The operating theater was very simple and crude. There was not even a radiographic film viewer.
Zheng Ren picked up the X-ray film and narrowed his eyes under the light.
"Doctor Zheng, I'll be your assistant later," Chief Jiang said.
"There's no need," Zheng Ren looked at the radiographic films and answered casually.
"I'm afraid you won't be used to the machines here," Chief Jiang said.
Actually, Zheng Ren also knew that this was a polite way of saying it. He could not just randomly come up and perform the surgery, right?
It was not like it was an appendectomy. Almost all the general surgeons … It could even be said that almost all the surgeons could do it.
Interventional surgeries were all rank three or four surgeries. They looked minimally invasive, but in fact, the surgery was very big. It required at least the level of an attending physician to perform it.
It was fine. One surgery would be enough to make Chief Jiang feel at ease.
Zheng Ren did not care. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the X-ray films.
"Boss, it's time to scrub your hands," Su Yun called out.
"Okay." Zheng Ren put down the radiographic films and asked, "Where's the scrub?"
"This side." Chief Jiang called the circulating nurse to help. He and Zheng Ren scrubbed their hands together.
With the activation of the national machinery and the power of the people, there was no shortage of supplies.
All the necessities were piled up like a mountain. It was just that they could not be transported in a short period of time.
This was especially so for a transit station like Pengxi Village. Although the conditions were still limited and there was a lack of professional talents, there was no lack of daily necessities.
Scrub his hands, disinfect, and put on his clothes.
Su Yun saw Chief Jiang go up directly and knew what he meant. He curled his lips in disdain but did not say anything strange. He left the operating theater and sat in the operating room.
"Chief Jiang, I won't stand on ceremony then," Zheng Ren said directly when he saw the airtight lead door close.
Chief Jiang was a little confused when he saw that Zheng Ren was full of confidence.
Was there such a young interventional doctor? At this age, even though he came from the Imperial Capital Hospital, he was probably just a doctoral student. Moreover, he was the kind who had not graduated yet.
He was full of confidence. He did not know how the surgery would be done, but he was afraid that he would have high standards but low skills.
"You're welcome. I do circulatory interventional surgery. I'm not very familiar with the interventional embolization of pelvic fractures." Chief Jiang did not argue and gave up the position of the surgeon.
The patient's blood pressure on the monitor was very low. The high pressure was only 60 millimeters of mercury.
Zheng Ren took a glance and saw that the ECG monitoring was still stable. It was a sinus rhythm. He estimated that he would recover very quickly after the surgery.
As he thought about it, the puncture needle directly pierced into the femoral artery that had shrunk into a white line.
The needle entered the skin, penetrated the epithelium of the artery, and lifted it. His movements were so skillful that Chief Jiang's eyelids twitched for no reason.
He knew about this kind of action when he was also doing interventional surgery, but he rarely could do it.
One had to know that in patients with hemorrhagic shock, even a large artery like the femoral artery would become a white line because of the ischemia. It was extremely difficult to puncture.
Most interventional doctors would use a syringe to suck back blood. As long as they saw that there was blood flowing back, they could confirm that the needle had gone in.
The whole process was very slow and careful. They were afraid that the needle would pierce through the femoral artery if they used too much force.
However, the other party's movements were very skillful. He did not hesitate at all and directly hit the nail on the head.
Chief Jiang sighed in his heart. He was really a doctor from the Imperial Capital Hospital. His level was unfathomable!
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