Huaxi, in the operating theater.
The orthopedic doctors completed a surgery and the patient was sent down.
Taking advantage of this interval, the doctors seized the time. They either leaned against the wall or spread the sterile clothes they had taken off on the ground. They did not care if it was cold or hot. They lay down and slept. Even if they could not sleep, it was good to be able to relax their bodies.
At this point in the surgery, there was no need to ask for speed. Everyone became cautious. They were exhausted. The surgery could be slower, but they could not make any mistakes.
They hoped that the backup doctors would come up earlier and be able to sleep for a few hours … although they knew that this was an extravagant hope.
Hearing the sound of the stretcher trolley, everyone was numb.
The chief surgeon lying on the ground calculated in a half-asleep state. Carrying the patient and disinfecting, he could sleep for at least ten minutes.
That was good. He could sleep for ten minutes.
"Professor Yan, take a look," the doctor who received the patient said.
"Sleep for a while. Prepare for the surgery first."
"It's a patient with a medical record." The doctor who received the patient shook the simple plastic bag in his hand.
The plastic bag was sealed very tightly. It was obvious that he had put in a lot of effort.
Professor Yan, who was lying on the ground, suddenly got up. He forced himself to be alert and grabbed the plastic bag.
The patients with medical records all came from the same place.
This had been proven before.
There were general surgery, orthopedics, postoperative, and direct diagnosis after being rescued.
A small medical record was as heavy as a thousand pounds. This was the first-hand observation data of the doctors in charge of rescue at the frontline.
The postoperative patients with medical records were relatively easy to deal with. However, this was not the key. For the orthopedics department, performing a thrombectomy at the frontline and making preparations for amputation was nothing short of a fantasy.
They knew what was going on at the front and had also asked a patient who had undergone a thrombectomy. It was said that the thrombectomy was performed in a ruin.
At that time, everyone in the operating theater was silent.
There were not many similar patients, only less than ten. Each patient could try to preserve one or two joints.
If they did not undergo surgery, the entire leg might be amputated and only the calf would be amputated. Some only needed to cut off half of the necrotic foot.
For the orthopedics department, it was extremely important for the patient to recover and maintain a normal life after the surgery.
Professor Yan asked for a pair of scissors, cut open the plastic bag, and took out a piece of wet white paper.
On the paper, the patient's condition was written in a crooked manner, as well as the treatment that had been done, and suggestions.
Everyone had their own judgment of the patient's condition.
However, under such special circumstances, Professor Yan still wanted to respect the opinions of the doctors who were at the frontline and braved the aftershocks and torrential rain to perform surgery.
At the same time, he was also guessing which god-level doctor ran to the frontline and left a glimmer of hope for so many heavily injured people.
"The ankle joint can be preserved. Try your best," Professor Yan whispered after reading the medical record.
The atmosphere in the operating theater instantly became much more relaxed.
"Are there any similar patients?" Professor Yan asked.
"No, this is the last batch." The doctor who went to pick up the injured said, "The main force drove in. Although the road hasn't been cleared yet, they carried the stretchers and tried their best to bring down the seriously injured people in front. I asked about the situation, and they said that the two military doctors who performed the surgery were the first to come down from the front. I don't know which hospital they are in now. "
Professor Yan felt a little regretful.
It was such a joyous thing to have such a great god-level doctor come to his place and work with him.
What a pity.
However, Professor Yan was sure that they must be fighting side by side with him where they were needed the most.
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At the Second Provincial Hospital, first-aid ambulances came one after another. They sent the injured there and then returned again. They did not know fatigue.
The emergency doctor glanced at the patient. There was a plastic file bag beside him with white paper inside.
"It was sent from Pengxi Village." He was very sure.
It was an extremely rare thing to be able to keep the treatment process or medical records when such a large number of injured people were sent down.
It was the first time he had received such a patient, and he was also very surprised. However, the medical records and treatment process in the folder, as well as the source of the injured, were clearly written. Even the doctor on the first-aid ambulance who sent the injured said that the injured had been numbered. The number must not be lost so that relatives could find it in the future.
In the midst of all the chaos, he was still able to be meticulous. This meant that there was a huge workload and unlimited energy.
The emergency doctor opened the transparent folder and looked at the process written on it. He said, "Send it to the orthopedics department. It's a patient with a pelvic fracture after an interventional surgery. Don't forget to hand over the blood transfusion bag. "
"Okay." Several volunteers were already familiar with the workflow here, so they responded crisply.
One of them was a newcomer. He was curious about everything. Seeing that this patient was different from the others, he felt a little strange.
However, he did not ask immediately. Sending the injured to the corresponding department was the most important thing at hand.
He ran all the way and sent the injured to the orthopedics department for the handover.
"Brother, why does this injured person still have a medical record?" the new volunteer asked.
"Pengxi Village Hospital is one of the outposts. Some of the injured were more seriously injured, so they were directly operated on there. Those who came down from Pengxi Village all have a transparent folder. There is a medical record with the treatment process of the injured person inside. "
"I've been to the front before, but it wasn't Pengxi Village." Another volunteer came earlier and knew more about the situation. "Other places aren't as orderly as Pengxi Village. I heard that many of the Huaxi surgeons who went to the frontline in the first wave performed surgery at Pengxi Village Hospital. Also, there seems to be a volunteer there who is fully responsible for the trivial procedures. "
"Volunteer? Like us? "
"Same? Are you kidding me? Next time, ask the doctors and nurses on the first-aid ambulance if they know Uncle Ning from Pengxi Village. "
"How long has it been? He already has a name?" The new volunteer was surprised.
"That group of young nurses call Uncle Ning a male god, and the doctors are all in admiration. To be able to straighten out an outpost in the shortest time and even have a medical record, is this something an ordinary person can do? "
"Is he also a volunteer? That sounds amazing. "
"I heard that he emptied a Carrefour warehouse at the first opportunity and brought a large convoy to support. Later, he helped out in Huaxi for a period of time. One after another, troops drove in, so he went to Pengxi Village Hospital. "
"It's true that there are many crouching tigers and hidden dragons in China," a volunteer sighed.
"Do the work at hand well. As long as we don't let ourselves down."
"If there's a chance, I also want to visit Uncle Ning. At least when I get home, I'll have someone to tell. "
"Stop talking nonsense. Take some time to get a good sleep. The large army has just entered the mountains. This is just the beginning. There's still a lot to do. "
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