After hearing Wen Youliang's explanation, Zhang Yan was a little amused and laughed. This guy was really unlucky.

As for whether it involves intentional injury, the doctor is not a policeman, he only treats the disease and saves people.

"Sister Zheng, you see this incident, I have to take Master Wen to the hospital first, otherwise you will come here again in the afternoon." Zhang Yan said to Aunt Zheng apologetically.

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry to get sick, I won't die later.

You can take Xiao Wen to the hospital first!" Aunt Zheng waved her hand and said with great understanding.

In this era, workers were the big brothers and attached great importance to the injuries of workers. The factory office quickly sent the car over.

Those who were traveling with Master Wen’s master Yu Hongsheng and a canteen helper.

Everyone took the Gas Jeep and went to the hospital.

Zhang Yan also followed Gasjeep and pressed Wen Youliang to stop bleeding throughout the whole process.

It is also possible to tie the wound above to stop bleeding, but that will prevent the blood flow of the entire arm blood vessels. Over time, it will affect the muscle energy of the entire arm.

Zhang Yan's current compression stopping hemostatic targets only the radial artery of the wrist, and some other small blood vessels for compensation for blood supply, which will not affect the palm muscle energy in a short period of time.

Along the way, Zhang Yan kept thinking that if there was an operating room, such injuries would not need to be sent to the hospital at all, and he could do it in the operating room of the infirmary.

Unfortunately, the current medical room has poor conditions and can only undergo a muscle and skin suture surgery.

He galloped all the way to Xicheng Hospital.

After some examination, as Zhang Yan said, the radial artery on the wrist was cut and must be sutured.

"The radial artery is broken. Thanks to this doctor who promptly pressed and stopped bleeding, otherwise it would take at least half an hour to come from your Hongxing Rolling Factory. This time is enough to endanger the patient's life." The doctor who examined Wen Youliang's wounds said to Wen Youliang and Yu Hongsheng after the examination.

The doctor was in a good mood today, so he said something fair to his colleagues.

"Thank you, Dr. Zhang!"

"Thank you, Dr. Zhang. If it weren't for you, Liangzi would have a few shortcomings. I really couldn't explain to his parents." Yu Hongsheng held Zhang Yan's hand and thanked.

"Master Yu, Master Wen, you are so polite. It is our doctor's responsibility to treat diseases and save lives."

"The young comrade said it well, it is our doctor's responsibility to treat diseases and save lives!" The middle-aged doctor praised Zhang Yan, and then arranged for the nurse to send Wen Youliang to the operating room.

The middle-aged doctor was about to enter the operating room. When he saw Zhang Yan standing beside him, he suddenly asked, "Comrade Xiao, should you go into the operating room together?"

Today, Zhao Pengcheng was in a really good mood. His daughter-in-law finally got pregnant. His elder Xie family is in a good mood and likes everything he sees.

Therefore, I temporarily wanted to help Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan also wanted to see what the operating room of this era looked like.

"Thank you, Dr. Zhao!" Zhang Yan followed into the operating room.

"Xiao Li, get this Dr. Zhang a set of sterile clothes." Zhao Pengcheng ordered the nurse in the operating room.

After changing into sterile clothes, Zhang Yan skillfully brushed his hands in the sink.

"I'm very skilled in brushing my hands! I graduated from that school?" Zhao Pengcheng asked with a smile while brushing my hands.

"I have never been to school and I have taught myself medical skills in the army.

There may be a glimmer of hope for surgery on the battlefield. If you don’t do it, you can only wait to die.

I also drove the duck to put it on the shelves and forced myself to have the surgery.

No matter whether the skills are rough or not, I will do it with my teeth and do it too much, and I will practice it.”

“Yes, there is no time to pay attention to it on the battlefield.

Will vascular suture be?” Zhao Pengcheng also became interested when he heard that Zhang Yan was self-taught surgery in the army.

"Yes, our Red Star Hospital does not have an operating room, otherwise you would not be troubled by minor surgery such as vascular suture." Zhang Yan smiled confidently.

“Yeah, quite confident!

OK, you will take the surgery later, and I will also see how the surgery practiced in the army is like." Zhao Pengcheng said directly.

It was in this era that hospital management was not so strict that Zhao Pengcheng dared to do so.

In this era, there are only young doctors, middle-aged doctors, old doctors, and other positions, directors and deputy directors of a certain department.

In the 1950s, there was no doctor's professional title assessment in China, regardless of the levels of resident doctors, attending physicians, deputy chief physicians, and chief physicians.

The various management is not that strict.

Zhang Yan said he could do it, Zhao Pengcheng dared to let him do it, and Zhang Yan dared to do it, so things were decided so simply.

After brushing his hands, put on his surgical gown and gloves, Zhang Yan stood confidently in the position of the main surgery.

"tweezers!"

Zhang Yan reached out and shouted.

The instrument nurse was stunned, but she obediently put the tweezers into Zhang Yan's hand.

Zhang Yan took the tweezers and carefully checked the wound.

It mainly depends on whether it hurts the nerves.

The most common condition of radial artery rupture is accompanied by nerve rupture.

After the examination, Zhang Yan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Wen Youliang was lucky, but the radial artery was broken and the nerves were not damaged.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

If he really hurts his nerves, Zhang Yanke will make a fool of himself. He hasn't even done the nerve suture technique yet.

Put down the tweezers, pick up the scalpel, and scratch Wen Youliang's wrist with the purpose of better anastomosis of blood vessels and opening up the surgical field.

Then start vascular anastomosis.

Vascular anastomosis is not difficult and can only be regarded as a basic surgical skill. However, after the development, vascular anastomosis also exists from first-level surgery to fourth-level surgery.

After more than ten minutes, the operation was completed, and the blood vessel forceps were turned on and the blood circulation was smooth, indicating that the operation was successful.

Zhao Pengcheng, who watched the whole process, only one word in his heart, Cao!

There are indeed crouching tigers and hidden dragons in the army.

Zhe is so young, and he is so awesome in his surgery. No matter how big it is, how great it is?

A layman watches the excitement, while an expert sees the tricks.

Zhao Pengcheng was not concerned with vascular anastomosis, but Zhang Yan's hands. These hands were slender and powerful, and the surgery was stable and agile. It was simply a natural surgical hand.

"Xiao Zhang, I'll give you a big shot, I'll call you Xiao Zhang, right?"

"No problem, Dr. Zhao, you are a senior, just call me Xiao Zhang."

"You did a good job in the surgery, it was very standard. I don't look like a wild way of self-study, but I feel like I was from a professional class."

"My medical skills are taught by myself through the book "Practical Surgery", and I think about it myself, and then......"

Although Zhang Yan didn't say anything, Zhao Pengcheng understood what he meant. There was no shortage of wounded people on the battlefield, but doctors were missing. Therefore, Zhang Yan was bold and dared to perform surgery on his comrades after reading "Practical Surgery" for a few days. The army leaders were also brave. Zhang Yan dared to do surgery, and they dared to agree.

In fact, there is nothing to do with this, it’s forced.

There is still a glimmer of hope for surgery. If you don’t do it, you will be waiting to die.

Which one should I choose?

"Do you want to come to our hospital? Although our hospital is not as good as Jishuitan and Peking University Affiliated Hospital, it is also a regular hospital, not comparable to your Red Star Hospital." Zhao Pengcheng asked with a smile.

Zhao Pengcheng is the chief director of general surgery. He speaks words in the hospital and has the right to leave a doctor.

"Thank you for your kindness, Dr. Zhao, I still want to stay in Red Star Hospital. Although the conditions there are a little harder, they are not insurmountable.

The factory workers also need me." Zhang Yan was moved, but still shook his head.

He has too few surgical skills now, and he may not be able to be reused when he comes to the hospital.

It’s better to stay in Red Star Hospital first and then fill up the first-level surgery for general foreign countries.

As for the operating room, he planned to go back and talk to the old man Liang.

President Liang is also an old military doctor, and like him, he has been a medical nurse who has been transferred to the industry.

"Don't think about it anymore? You are still young and have a long way to go in the future. Staying in Red Star Hospital will only waste your talent." Zhao Pengcheng really developed a love for talent.

A young man who can do such a good surgery through self-study is worth cultivating.

"Thank you for your kindness. I still hope to stay in Hongxing Hospital for the time being. When I can't survive in Hongxing Hospital one day, I will definitely come to join Dr. Zhao." Zhang Yan declined again.

"Okay! If you want to have surgery in the future, come and visit us."

Zhao Pengcheng did not continue to persuade him. He just saw that Zhang Yan had done a good job in the surgery and became loving talent. He did not insist on pulling Zhang Yan to the hospital.

In this era, although doctors are short of, it is not that simple to get into the hospital. He also needs to owe the director a favor to the director.

Wen Youliang only injured his radial artery and did not affect his walking, so after the anesthetic force passed, he walked out of the operating room by himself.

"How about it?"

"Doctor, how are Liangzi?"

"It's okay, the operation is very successful. Look, Master Wen is out." Zhang Yan pointed to Wen Youliang who walked out.

"Good son!"
To be continued...