Chief Li's head hurt.
He did not blame Chief Jiang. From the few words that came from the phone, he could already feel the suffocating pressure.
Although there was still Huaxi, the last flood control dam, everyone in front was desperately trying to reduce the pressure on Huaxi.
Once Huaxi collapsed, it meant that the people's soldiers were not afraid of casualties, and the injured who were rescued from the disaster area would not be able to be treated on time.
He should save some time and not be in a daze.
Chief Li reflected on himself for a few seconds, then dialed the number again.
The other side was busy.
He was really busy. Chief Li sighed. He put down his phone and began to recall the patients sent back from Pengxi Village and the radiographic films of the silhouette.
"Chief Li, that side is on stage. Chief Lu asked me to inform you!" A circulating nurse opened the operating theater door. After shouting, she immediately closed the door and jogged away.
Sweat … The surgery had begun …
Chief Li roughly knew what the silhouette meant, but he still had to communicate with the surgeons of Pengxi Village Hospital about the details.
He picked up his phone again and dialed Chief Jiang's number.
"I told you, I don't have time to go home. Just send the food over. Remember to order some northeastern food from the restaurant next door. There's … "Without waiting for Chief Li to speak, Chief Jiang began to nag.
It was really messy. Chief Li smiled bitterly.
"Little Jiang, I'm Li Jianshan from Huaxi." Chief Li did not beat around the bush and directly signed up.
"Li …" The other side hesitated for a moment. Chief Li could guess that the other party had picked up his phone to look at the caller ID.
"Chief Li, hello, hello. Look at how busy I am." Chief Jiang's voice was much warmer, but he still spoke very quickly.
"Let's cut to the chase," Chief Li said. "I received a patient who was transferred from you after the embolectomy. I want to ask who performed the surgery. There are some things I want to … "
"What's the serial number?" Chief Li's words were interrupted again.
He was stunned. Serial number? What serial number?
"Chief Li, there's a medical record in the bag. There's the patient's serial number in the upper right corner of the medical record. Please take a look. "Although Chief Jiang was in a hurry, he spoke very politely.
Medical record? Serial number? Chief Li was puzzled.
It was a little inconvenient for him to carry the radiographic films, so he said, "Little Jiang, don't hang up yet. I'll look for it."
"En. It's almost time to massage the pelvic fracture. Be smart, don't fall asleep while massaging. Hurry up and apply pressure to bandage … Uncle Ning? Why are you here? It just so happens that there's a postoperative patient here. You can take him with you later. "
On the other side of the phone, Chief Jiang was talking in a mess. No one knew what he was busy with.
Chief Li held her phone to the side of her face and began to rummage through the bag.
Sure enough, a piece of A4 paper lay quietly between the films.
Chief Li took out the A4 paper and glanced at the number on the top right. He said into the phone, "Number 1329."
"1329, who's that? Check who performed the surgery." Chief Jiang's voice was so loud that it almost deafened Chief Li.
Chief Physician Li frowned and moved the phone away from his ear. It was really busy over there.
You're so busy, and you still have time to give the patient a serial number? Could it be the legendary "busy but not messy"?
"Chief Li, are you there?" Soon, Chief Jiang's voice was heard.
"Yes."
"It's the patient who Doctor Zheng performed the embolectomy four hours ago. Doctor Zheng suggested that the patient be sent to Huaxi for amputation. Because the difficulty of this patient's surgery is relatively high, Doctor Zheng personally did the silhouette, "Chief Jiang said quickly.
Personally doing the silhouette … If it was any other time, Chief Li would definitely scoff at this sentence.
Did he really think that he was a big shot? After the surgery, wasn't it only right to release a radiographic film? He even did it himself!
However, this time, Chief Li did not have such thoughts at all.
He was a candidate for the Nobel Prize, so he did have the right to say that he did it himself.
"Little Jiang, give the phone to Doctor Zheng. I want to ask him something," Chief Li said.
"Chief Li, Doctor Zheng is removing the embolus. He should be done soon. Can you wait a moment?"
There was a surgery on the other side. Although Chief Li was anxious, there was nothing he could do. He could only wait.
It was not that he could not answer the phone during the surgery, but from Chief Jiang's words, he should have been stepping on the line, so he could not get in.
He was really going all out! Others might not know, but Chief Li definitely knew. Interventional surgery was not a surgical surgery. At most, a surgical surgery would only take a little longer to stand on the stage and be a little more tired.
Interventional surgery had to endure the radiation of X-rays.
Although X-rays were straight rays and there was no possibility of scattering or refraction in theory, who could say for sure?
In any case, the value on the dose box was increasing every day.
One day and one night in one go? Or two days and two nights? Or three days and three nights of surgery? How much thread would that take!
He was removing the embolus. It would probably take half an hour to finish. This was still considered fast.
Chief Li hesitated for a moment, but then he put away his phone. He took the A4 paper and looked at it carefully as he walked into the operating theater.
He needed a mature interventional doctor to guide the surgery. There was such a strange sentence written on the medical record.
Chief Li did not understand. It was so strange.
As he walked, he recalled the three strangely angled silhouettes in his mind.
Guidance … This was to let him judge the remaining capillaries so that the orthopedics and trauma department could leave enough skin flaps.
A few groups of capillaries were very clear. There were still some that Chief Li was not sure about, but he could not be so detailed now.
Chief Li grabbed a nurse who looked like she was about to fly and asked about the operating theater. Then, he went straight to the operating theater.
He put the A4 paper into the film bag and strode to the operating theater.
As for how he could help, he did not know. He would take a look first and then decide.
When he arrived outside the operating theater, Chief Li saw that the anesthesia had been completed. Chief Lu was scrubbing his hands and preparing to go on stage.
"Old Li, how is it?" Chief Lu asked.
Uh … How should he answer this?
Chief Li shook his head slightly. For so many years, he had cooperated with the orthopedics department to perform amputations, but not many. And the key was that he did not completely understand those three radiographic films.
Chief Lu did not look at him again. He put on a sterile surgical gown and walked to the operating table without putting it on neatly.
The nurse who was tying his belt behind him followed his steps and ran to tie the sterile surgical gown.
"I'll send you off …" Chief Li's phone rang. He took it out and saw that it was Chief Jiang calling.
He finished it so quickly? Chief Li thought as he picked up the phone.
"Are you a doctor from Huaxi?" A calm voice came from the other side.
"I'm Li Jianshan from the Interventional Department. You are …"
"I'm Zheng Ren from the 912. You're holding the silhouette radiographic films of patient 1329, aren't you?"
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