A person with rh-negative blood type A is in Shipo!
The life-saving straw finally appeared, everyone looked at each other, and County Magistrate Wu put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray with his gray fingers.
"Find someone quickly!"
God helps me, the director of the blood station breathed a long sigh of relief.
Where is Shipo? Shipo is so big.
The message replied in the group did not say where I was in Shipo, nor did I leave a phone number. Shipo is such a big county, where can I find someone?
Is there any difference between finding a needle in a haystack and finding a needle in a pond?
In order to communicate and obtain information in a more timely manner, the director of the blood station joined the group in person. He clicked on the group's dialog box in WeChat and waited anxiously for the next message, but it never appeared.
"How is it?" the health director asked.
"It only said it was in Shipo, not the specific location." The director of the blood station replied, looking anxious.
County Magistrate Wu saw the sweat on the forehead of the director of the blood station and knew that he was in trouble again. The house leaked and it rained all night.
Everyone in the group has their blood type and contact number noted on WeChat.
The director immediately clicked on the profile picture of the person who was replying in the group, opened it, and used another mobile phone to dial the number in the note.
"Sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off--"
Shut down!
He turned off his phone after replying a message. Did he not want to donate blood? If he didn't want to, he would not indicate his location. Could it be that he was rushing to Shipo Hospital? Or his phone was out of battery at this time.
The latter two are the most likely. If it is out of power, he will definitely charge it immediately and send out the specific location; if it is on the way, then the only thing you can do is wait.
The director of the blood station gained a little more confidence, but his heart was still flustered and confused, as if his heart was hanging on the ground and there was no trust.
County Magistrate Wu lit another cigarette and asked the police chief: "Is there anything you can do?"
The Public Security Bureau hesitated for a moment: "I'm afraid it won't be possible in a short time--"
"How long will the blood support last?" County Magistrate Wu put his hands on his desk, clenching his fists tightly, and a little bloodshot eyes could be seen.
"We can get there in half an hour." The director of the blood station said softly.
Even if you arrive, there will only be one unit.
The issue of blood source has once again reached a deadlock.
Dean Dong was answering the phone by the window, the muscles on his face twitching slightly.
"County Magistrate Wu, the brain surgery department has announced that the rescue operation is ineffective -" Director Dong put down the phone and said seriously.
County Magistrate Wu waved his hand, remained silent, stood up, walked to the window, and looked out the window.
He turned around and said calmly: "We must do a good job in comforting the aftermath!"
"People from the aftermath team and the insurance company subsequently intervened." The person in charge of the traffic police followed the police chief.
The anesthesiologist reported the vital signs and found that the first unit of Rh-negative type A blood had been transfused, which was a drop in the bucket and far from being able to meet the demand.
The circulating nurse is packing up the clothes that the patient has just cut off. Any items in the clothes need to be counted and packed in a plastic bag. During the counting, another person needs to be present to testify. Both people need to sign. It is best to add a third person's signature.
Avoid disputes caused by missing valuables later.
The nurse wore gloves, wiped the blood off the wallet, disinfected it with alcohol, poured out the cash and various cards in the wallet, and counted them one by one.
Another nurse is responsible for taking photos and registering; the amount of cash and the number of cards must be clearly recorded.
"Is that an ID card? Register your ID card!" The nurse in charge of registration had sharp eyes and saw an ID card.
If you have a certificate, you can obtain the identity of the injured person through the certificate so that you can notify your family or work unit.
The nurse took the ID card and looked at it carefully, then began to report her name and ID number: "Wang Ge--"
The registered nurse quickly wrote her name and ID number in the book.
Wang Ge?
Dr. Tao was standing nearby. This name was so familiar. Dr. Tao took a closer look and saw that the ID card clearly said - Wang Ge. Along with the wallet, there was also a press card. Dr. Tao opened the press card.
Wang Ge is the Wang Ge he is familiar with and everyone is familiar with!
"He's Wang Ge!" Dr. Tao said it loudly without knowing why.
The anesthesiologist was startled: "Wang Ge? Which Wang Ge?"
"Provincial Medical Incident!"
Holy shit! Fatty’s eyes almost popped out.
Director Tian, Yang Ping, Director Zhang, Director Li, and all the doctors present were startled.
Yang Ping raised his head and met Director Tian's eyes; the other doctors in the audience all turned their heads and looked at the operating table.
The atmosphere in the operating room is a bit weird. Is he Wang Ge? Is he Wang Ge? Is this injured person lying on the operating table, curled up and penetrated by a wooden stake, Wang Ge?
What a coincidence! It feels like time and space are confused!
Normally, everyone would have been talking, filled with indignation, and gearing up. But now, it was just a brief surprise, and everyone immediately went back to the operation without any time to be distracted.
It no longer matters who is on the stage. What everyone cares about is how the condition of the surgical patient changes on the stage.
At this time, Wang Ge is the nameless No. 1, the surgical patient.
The anesthesiologist looked up at the data on the monitoring screen and reported again.
"Urine output is 300 ml, from the moment a urinary catheter was inserted at the emergency scene until now!"
The nurse checks the urine bag and catheter and reports the urine output.
"The follow-up blood has not arrived yet, so we can only continue to supplement crystalloid and colloid fluids," the anesthesiologist said.
"I'll hurry up again!" said Dr. Tao, who was responsible for liaison with this patient.
"Thoracotomy, mid-sternal approach!"
Yang Ping gave the order to be the surgeon.
We can't wait any longer. There must still be active bleeding in the chest and abdomen, and the blood pressure has been dropping. If we wait any longer, the blood will drain out and the oil will run out!
"Thoracotomy?" Tian Yuan was stunned, but he didn't say anything. He knew Yang Ping very well now. He was calm and decisive, and his thinking was clear. If he didn't have enough confidence in this kind of surgery, he would not apply for the stage.
There are no legal issues for orthopedic surgeons performing general thoracic surgery. The registration on the practice certificate is surgery, not orthopedics. The key is that you must have this skill. Now some major trauma centers have begun to train composite trauma surgical talents.
Tianyuan believes in talent. What is talent? The direct manifestation of talent is the efficiency of learning. Others need to learn it a hundred times, but some people only need it once.
With a large round knife, make a vertical incision along the center of the sternum to cut through the skin; then switch to the electric knife and cut through the deep fascia and sternum periosteum.
Chainsaw! Bone wax!
The bone wax was kneaded into balls by Song Zimo and placed in a curved plate for later use.
"He can actually perform combined thoracoabdominal trauma. He seems to be familiar with thoracotomy." Song Zimo followed the operation closely.
Now, in front of Song Zimo, Yang Ping is a high mountain that grows in the wind, with no peak and no altitude.
Xiao Su followed Yang Ping's rhythm accurately. Yang Ping had just stretched out his hand, and without waiting at all, the handle of the chainsaw had already touched the palm of his hand.
Taking the electric saw, he made a rustling sound along the center of the sternum. The syringe in Song Zimo's hand was filled with physiological saline, and he poured it along with the electric saw to reduce the local temperature increase caused by the friction between the high-speed swing of the saw blade and the bone tissue. p>
The sternum was cut open at the midline, and Song Zimo's bone wax had followed suit. Ball after ball of bone wax was evenly pressed against the cross section of the sternum, shaping it in one go, with an even and moderate thickness.
The bright red blood oozing from the bone surface had just appeared and was blocked by bone wax.
The expander is inserted and the chest is opened.
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Office, temporary headquarters, brief silence.
"Is there any news?" County Magistrate Wu smoked half of his cigarette in a few puffs.
"Not yet!" The director of the blood station didn't even blink.
He turned to the health director and asked: "Is there any problem with the signal in this room? Mobile card?"
"No problem." The health director confirmed.
The director of the blood bank tried to open the web page on another mobile phone, and the network speed was very good.
Finally, a new message popped up in the WeChat group.
"I'm at Shipo People's Hospital now!"
What a coincidence! He is in the hospital.
"He's in the hospital, right in the hospital!" the director of the blood station shouted, like a child.
County Magistrate Wu immediately put out his cigarette butt again.
"Quick, quick! Invite someone quickly!"
"Emergency hall, waiting area, plastic chairs, the innermost one in the first row."
Immediately afterwards, the person replied with another message.