It was early winter, so the temperature was not too low. Snowflakes melted as they fell, and a gust of cold wind froze them into thin ice.
This was the most dangerous situation. Before the driver realized it, the road conditions had changed dramatically.
If it was snowing in the dead of night, it might not be too dangerous.
However, it was the morning rush hour. Thirty to forty miles per hour was not fast, but driving on ice was a different story.
Before Old Chief Physician Pan finished speaking, Zheng Ren saw several cars on the opposite main road crash into each other through the office window.
They slammed on the brakes and pulled the handbrake, but the cars continued to move forward slowly. That kind of despair was incomprehensible to most people.
At that moment, many people had the same experience.
The cars on the main road opposite the hospital were not moving fast. The collision was only a small scratch and was not serious at all.
However, it was reasonable for a troublesome car owner to go to the hospital for a checkup and stay for observation.
Therefore, it was expected that the emergency department would be busy today.
"Ring ~ ~ ~" Old Chief Physician Pan's phone rang with the oldest notification tone.
"Hello, it's me."
"Okay, don't worry. I'm ready."
"Yes, the blood bank. Set off to the blood bank in the city center now. We need all kinds of blood."
Listening to Old Chief Physician Pan's words, Zheng Ren knew that something big had happened. Adrenaline surged, endorphins were converted, and high-energy phosphate bonds in his body cracked and broke, releasing a large amount of energy.
"There was a large-scale collision on Benteng Bridge. Witnesses said there were serious injuries. The first-aid ambulance is heading to Benteng Bridge. Let's get ready, "Old Chief Physician Pan said in a deep voice.
Snow turned into water, and water froze into ice. Although such a situation was rare, it happened every few years in Sea City.
Vehicles on flat ground were fine. In the city, they could not go fast no matter how fast they were. However, it was different for vehicles on overpasses.
The inertia of the free-fall coupled with the small friction on the ice, one car after another …
The scene in Zheng Ren's mind was tragic, but he knew that the real situation might be even more tragic.
He picked up the phone and called Xie Yiren, asking her to look for the matron and ask for more surgical equipment. If it was not enough, she could go to the supply room to get more. He also instructed Xie Yiren to let the Chu sisters take stock of anesthetics and resuscitation drugs so that they would not be flustered when the time came.
"Can you still hold on?" Zheng Ren asked.
"No problem at all." Chang Yue stood up and went to make a cup of instant coffee.
Zheng Ren truly believed that Chang Yue was a real man, whether it was drinking or working …
"Let's go. We'll wait in the emergency department," Old Chief Physician Pan said. "We still have to get all the departments ready."
These were all normal procedures, no doubt about it.
Because of the ice on the road, the speed of the vehicles was very slow. Although the Pentium Overpass was not far from Sea City General Hospital, which usually took 10 minutes for a round trip, Zheng Ren estimated that it would take at least half an hour for the ambulance to arrive.
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According to the first-aid procedure, after receiving a call from the city first-aid center, the nearest hospital's first-aid ambulance must depart within three minutes and head to the location of the accident.
A few minutes ago, when the siren sounded, the doctor in charge of first-aid suddenly stood up and boarded the ambulance parked outside the emergency entrance with a first-aid kit and a nurse.
The driver stepped on the accelerator and the ABS anti-lock braking system was immediately activated. The ambulance drifted ten meters away from the entrance before slowly regaining control of its direction.
"The road is so slippery today." The driver still had lingering fears.
Without a doubt, the loudspeaker, which was usually not used for minor injuries and illnesses, was switched on. A heart-wrenching, ear-piercing whistle rang out.
The cars on the roadside heard the ambulance's siren and carefully avoided it, making way for the ambulance.
The road was very slippery. Even if most people knew to make way for the ambulance, they could not do so in a short period of time.
The ambulance moved at a snail's pace. It took more than ten minutes to reach the Pentium Overpass that usually took less than five minutes.
At a glance … thirty to forty cars had crashed into each other like a long metal dragon. Different cars had different kinds of damage, and many of the vehicles with thin metal plates had been deformed.
The inertia of sliding down the bridge caused great damage.
The doctor in the ambulance stepped out of the ambulance, but his foot slipped and he fell to the ground. The first-aid kit in his hand flew out and slid nearly twenty meters down the ice before coming to a stop.
"Little Song, are you alright?" the nurse behind him asked with concern as she carefully stepped out of the ambulance.
"I'm fine." Doctor Song grinned. His hands and face were burning with pain.
He did not need to look to know that the large area of abrasions was disfigured. Fortunately, he was a man. If it was a female doctor, she would probably die after sending the patient back to the hospital.
Step by step, he moved to the first-aid kit, picked it up, and began to move toward the scene of the serial car accident.
"Doctor, this side, this side!" someone shouted.
"I'm going to die. Hurry and save me!" Doctor Song glanced at the person and ignored him.
Based on his own judgment, he walked straight forward toward a car that had been deformed.
Eighty to ninety percent of those who could shout for help were fine. After all, they still had the strength to shout. Of course, when they said that they were fine, they meant that they were fine. Doctor Song had seen tough men who had broken their shins and ran hundreds of kilometers on motorcycles.
Not far away, there was blood on the door of the deformed car. It was quiet inside, and there were no injured people around. He only saw that there seemed to be someone lying on the driver's seat.
Something big must have happened!
"Doctor, help!" people kept shouting along the way.
At this time, he had to make a choice. Doctor Song could choose any patient to carry back for treatment. This was the most convenient and the least objectionable. He did not even have to take the risk of climbing the slope on the bridge that was full of thin ice.
However, he still insisted on his judgment. The most seriously injured patient would definitely not survive until he arrived. He had to take the most seriously injured patient back.
After falling seven or eight times, Doctor Song, whose face was bruised and swollen, finally reached the deformed car.
The car door was on the side. The driver's face was covered in blood. The steering wheel had hit his chest and abdomen. He was lying on the steering wheel, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.
Without hesitation, Doctor Song quickly grabbed the car door, trying to stabilize his footsteps so that he could pull the patient out.
He did not expect the car door to be deformed, and the sharp metal edge left a wound on his hand.
Blood gushed out.
There was no time to care about such a 'minor injury'. Doctor Song stabilized his footsteps, grabbed the patient, unbuckled the seat belt, and used all his strength to pull the patient out of the car.
The bridge was very slippery. It was not easy to get up, and it was even more difficult to get down.
Doctor Song glanced at the patient. His face was pale, and his pulse was weak. It was probably internal bleeding. In despair, he looked at the nurses who were still trying to climb up the bridge and the care workers who were carrying the empty stretcher. He shouted and asked them to wait for him down there. Then, he lay down and used his feet to support himself on the wheel. Then, he pulled the patient onto his body.
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