Chapter 431 The warmth and coldness inside and outside the operating room
Early on the morning of July 22, a shell landed near the field hospital and after taking away a tent of wounded people, it also woke up Wei Ran and others.
Amidst shouting curses, Pastor Tom and stretcher bearer Randy rushed out of the tent carrying the stretcher in no particular order. Marshall also greeted the wives, daughters and mothers of those who fired the shells, and also cursed and put on his helmet.
He rushed out shirtless.
As for Wei Ran, who was left at the end, he put on his helmet without haste, picked up two biscuits and a bag of candies from the ammunition box that served as a table, and stuffed them all into his mouth to serve as a crucial breakfast...
Before he could swallow the food in his mouth, the female nurse who sent him here yesterday rushed in. After seeing Wei Ran, she immediately shouted, "Dr. Victor, come with me to the operating room!"
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"Don't I need to go to the front line?" Wei Ran said as he followed the other party out.
"There is no shortage of medical soldiers on the front line, but there is a huge shortage of doctors who can perform surgeries here." The female nurse explained quickly and trotted Wei Ran to an operating room built in a trench.
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Compared with yesterday's simple operating room, the environment here is much better. Although it is still a large trench with a roof, a large tent is set up inside.
Earth from the explosion fell into the wound.
Not only that, there was even a floor under my feet that I didn’t know where to get, and there was even a metal cabinet full of medical equipment placed near the door. But the only thing that remained unchanged was that he was lying on a simple operating table.
The pain and panic of the wounded on the plane could not be concealed.
While he was putting on surgical clothes with the help of the female nurse, Wei Ran said loudly, "Give him blood plasma! Also, what's your name?"
"Jenny!"
While the female nurse was talking, another female nurse who was also helping in the operating room had quickly taken out a can of plasma powder from the box, mixed it with distilled water in a familiar manner, and hung it on the hook above her head.
After the light yellow plasma was transported into the veins of the wounded, Wei Ran also put on a mask and rubber gloves. Under the almost numb eyes of the female nurse named Jenny, she roughly rescued the wounded on the operating table.
I have to admit that at least judging from his experience yesterday afternoon, Wei Ran himself has realized that his rescue success rate has improved a lot. Basically, as long as he is carried into his place, except for when he leaves, he may lose half of his life.
Most of the time, those with missing legs or arms can survive. As for those with abdominal injuries or head injuries, they will not be sent to him at all.
The main reason for this is the unlimited supply of morphine, penicillin and jars of freeze-dried plasma powder.
The first two are okay. This so-called freeze-dried plasma powder is actually freeze-dried plasma. Just like what the female nurse did, you just need to mix it into sterile distilled water according to the proportion and shake it slightly.
Immediately transport it into the injured person's body to replace whole blood.
The most important thing is that this thing not only has a longer shelf life, but also does not require refrigerated transportation or blood type verification. These advantages alone are destined to be used on bloody battlefields. Of course, the technology itself is also
Invented for the battlefield.
For Wei Ran, the significantly improved success rate of treatment has also virtually reduced his psychological burden.
Of course, the psychological burden is a psychological burden, but the physical fatigue will not be reduced in any way because the rescue success rate increases.
Ever since the shell that hit the hospital near the hospital exploded in the morning, Wei Ran never stopped. Not only did he depend on the water and chocolate brought to his mouth by the two nurses when he was thirsty or hungry, he even had to urinate.
Without moving anywhere, all the urine ended up in my pants.
Fortunately, the almost queuing line of injured people brought in and the strong smell of blood in the operating room covered up Wei Ran's embarrassment.
As the saying goes, the wounded on the iron-clad operating table are dripping with water. Wei Ran, who never stopped to rest for more than five minutes, does not even remember how many wounded he treated on the operating table in front of him, let alone how many arms he sawed off.
legs, or how many times the treatment failed.
But the sound of artillery and the roar of airplanes outside the operating room never stopped, and the wounded were sent here without interruption. Gradually, the physical fatigue was pushed to the limit.
Wei Ran completed the treatment work almost mechanically. At this time, Wei Ran was basically relying on the willpower that he had been tortured by those teachers at the Hongqi Forest Farm.
"Is there still...any more?" Wei Ran asked in a hoarse voice after sewing up the wound three or two times.
The nurse named Jenny turned her head and looked outside the operating room, then breathed out and replied in the same hoarse voice, "It's gone. It's gone after all."
Hearing this, Wei Ran immediately breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the floor covered with bloody footprints.
After taking a breath, Wei Ran, who had been standing by the operating table all day, stood up with the help of the nurse named Jenny and staggered out of the stuffy operating room.
When the fishy smell of seabees blew into his face, Wei Ran also saw the stars in the sky. It was only then that he realized that he had been busy in the operating room all day.
"Eat something." Nurse Jenny took out a piece of chocolate from her pocket, peeled it and brought it to Wei Ran's mouth. Then she took off the kettle and handed it over.
"Thank you." Wei Ran ate the chocolate from the other person's hand, took the kettle and drank a gulp of it.
"I'll bring you a set of clean clothes later."
Nurse Jenny took off the nurse's hat on her head, wiped the sweat from her forehead and said with emotion, "Even when Pearl Harbor was bombed, I had never admitted so many wounded people in one day."
"Are you from Pearl Harbor?" Wei Ran asked curiously after returning the kettle to the other party.
"We are all from local hospitals in Hawaii." Jenny pointed around. "Although the process of getting here is difficult, we did come."
"So you know Tom? Pastor Tom?"
"Of course I know you." Jenny, the female nurse, took out a small and exquisite Browning pocket pistol from her pocket and shook it. "This gun was bought by my fiancé from Tom's store as a gift to me before he enlisted in the army."
"It's nice to meet someone you know," Wei Ran couldn't help but sigh.
"On the contrary," Jenny shrugged and said after putting away the pistol, "I don't want to see anyone familiar on the operating table."
"That's right." Wei Ran smiled and shook his head.
"Okay, Doctor Victor, can you go back to the tent by yourself?" Nurse Jenny pointed to the white alkali on the crotch of the sanitation pants, "I'll go find you a set of clean clothes, otherwise when Mr. Tom comes back, you will become
The butt of their jokes.”
"Then I'm sorry to bother you, I can go back."
Wei Ran grinned awkwardly and slowly walked towards the tent not far away step by step, while Nurse Jenny beside him, as if she was tireless, trotted and disappeared into the dark night dotted with stars and gunfire.
Less than ten minutes later, Jenny came to Wei Ran with a brand new military uniform from inside to outside, and also brought him a towel, a bar of soap and a bucket of water.
After thanking the attentive Jenny, Wei Ran used the bucket of water to simply take a shower and change into clean clothes. Then he followed Jenny's previous request and put the changed clothes into the bucket and delivered them to her.
Although he didn’t know whether the service of starching clothes was a tradition of Sha Laomei or an additional service of Nurse Jenny, Wei Ran really didn’t want to do it, so he enjoyed these conveniences with peace of mind, and at the same time he was also worried.
Waiting for Tom and others to come back.
However, less than half an hour later, Jenny came up again and said, "Victor, the latest order, the 3rd Marine Regiment has taken over the beachhead, and our hospital needs to move forward. We will set off in ten minutes."
"good!"
Wei Ran, who had just filled his kettle with beer in advance, responded quickly. After the other party ran away, he found that he didn't know what to do. As for Tom and others, none of them came back.
After walking around the tent and seeing that there were no personal belongings belonging to the other three people, Wei Ran simply waited for the order to break camp.
In less than five minutes, several trucks had already parked near the field hospital. Immediately afterwards, several of the trucks jumped out one after another, and black soldiers quickly helped carry various items including tents and beds.
planting medical supplies. Among this group of people, he also met the black man Will again.
"Hey! Will!" Wei Ran approached him and took the initiative to say hello.
When he heard someone calling him, Will subconsciously stood up and saluted. However, after discovering that the person calling him was Wei Ran, Will looked around and after a moment of hesitation, he still held Wei Ran's hand and shook it gently.
shake.
"Victor, I'm glad to see you're okay."
Will said happily, then lowered his voice, "I heard that several black people received your help yesterday, Victor, thank you."
"Nothing, how are they doing?"
While Wei Ran was talking, he also took off the kettle filled with beer from his waist and handed it to the other party, "Let's change our kettle. Be careful when you unscrew the lid, it will spurt out."
The black man Will was stunned. Instead of answering Wei Ran's question, he asked in a low voice in surprise, "You want to exchange kettles with me? Are you crazy?"
"Why talk so much"
Wei Ran directly put the kettle into the other person's hand, lowered his voice and reminded, "Smell it."
Hearing this, Will put the kettle under his nose and smelled it vigorously. Then he immediately realized what was inside, and his slightly brown face showed a complex look of surprise, excitement and emotion.
"Can you answer my question now?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.
"Ok, Ok!"
Will accepted the jug filled with beer and Wei Ran's kindness with some undue anxiety, but after hesitating for a moment, he did not hand his jug to Wei Ran, "The one you saved
Those people are currently in pretty good condition, except for the one whose stomach was cut open and still has a fever, the rest are in good condition."
"That's good." Wei Ran nodded, "Will, where is your camp?"
“It was over there before”
Will raised his finger and pointed in the direction, then added, "But the latest order we received is to move forward with the hospital, so we should probably stay at the front."
"I will also move forward with the hospital. If you need my help then, you can come to me."
Before Will could agree, Nurse Jenny ran over from a distance. Although the only lights in the camp at this time were the headlights of a few trucks, Wei Ran still saw obvious disgust from her seriousness.
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"Victor, it's time for us to set off."
Nurse Jenny pointed to the truck not far away as she spoke, "We need to rush there immediately. There seem to be many injured people there. Although the journey is not long, you can take a rest first."
"Okay, okay." Wei Ran glanced at Will, who was silent, and followed Jenny helplessly into the truck.
