Zhao Yuan remained highly concentrated as he tore through layers of gauze.
Just like peeling an onion, the closer you get to the inside, the crispier and tenderer it becomes.
When it came to the last few floors, Zhao Yuan asked Zhang Qinmo for tweezers.
After the protein in the blood is cemented, new meat grows, blood vessels, and gauze are mixed in. Although the patient is under anesthesia, be careful when handling the last few layers, because tearing the gauze may tear the blood vessels together.
Zhang Qinmo stared at Zhao Yuan's serious expression and suddenly remembered another profession, that of a cultural relic restorer.
It’s just that Zhao Yuan is now dealing with the patient’s organs, while the cultural relic restorer is repairing damaged antiques.
In the eyes of ordinary people, surgeons seem to perform major surgeries.
In fact, the work of taking gauze like this requires no less manual work than those of wide opening and closing.
"Get some ice salt water."
Zhao Yuan's forehead was covered with sweat, and Zhang Qinmo handed Zhao Yuan the ice salt water.
Zhao Yuan carefully dropped ice-cold salt water on the gauze, trying to break up the adhesions.
It's just that the gauze has been wrapped in coagulated blood and cannot be soaked in water.
Zhao Yuan could only use tweezers to clean up the blood.
"Microscope!"
Zhang Qinmo handed the glasses to Zhao Yuan according to Zhao Yuan's instructions.
Zhang Qinmo could read the difficulty of this operation from Zhao Yuan's every expression.
Although each operation was difficult, Zhao Yuan handled it very simply to save time.
The longer the exposure, the more likely it is to cause infection.
Finally got to the last layer.
Zhang Qinmo felt his heart being lifted.
Zhao Yuan did not hesitate at all. He held the edge of the gauze with tweezers and pulled it bit by bit. It required extremely delicate perception and control of strength to pull off the last layer of gauze.
Breathing accelerated, the air seemed to be suffocated.
The last piece of gauze dyed red was taken out.
At this time, a column of blood suddenly shot out and hit the microscope glasses directly.
Zhang Qinmo couldn't help but exclaimed, and kept thinking in his heart, what to do, what to do?
Zhao Yuan didn't panic at all and used pliers to directly clamp the bleeding area.
"It's just a ruptured artery, it's not a big problem."
Zhao Yuan was a little confused, but he had to act calmer. If he got confused, no one else would know what to do.
Under the action of the hemostat, the ruptured blood vessel quickly stopped bleeding.
As for the area where gauze was used to compress the bleeding, there was no trace of bleeding.
Zhang Qinmo looked at Zhao Yuan in surprise and uncertainty.
Zhao Yuan wiped his blood-stained face and nodded slightly, "The patient's condition is settled, let's move on to the next one!"
There was a soldier standing guard outside the camp, waiting for the results of the operation.
The operating door opened and the patient was pushed out.
The soldier asked nervously, "How is it?"
There was a hint of joy in Liu Hua's voice, "The person has been rescued, but he still needs to be observed."
The soldier was relieved. He held Liu Hua's hand and shook it vigorously, "Thank you! Thank you."
Liu Hua shook his head and said, "You guys have worked so hard, you are not worthy of it."
The soldier's eyes flashed with crystal tears, "With you as our strong backing, our efforts are worth it."
Liu Hua was moved.
From this simple sentence, he felt the responsibility.
Every patient was saved by these young soldiers risking their lives.
If patients do not receive timely treatment in the end, then their efforts will be wasted.
"I will fulfill my responsibilities and use my greatest ability to treat every patient." Liu Hua and the soldier solemnly promised.
The soldier wiped off the water stains on his face. He couldn't tell whether it was tears, sweat, or rain. "Well, I have seen your level with my own eyes. I will go back and pass the news to other comrades."
The soldiers returned to their company and told the girl the news.
Other soldiers were also encouraged when they got the news.
"The doctors just promised us that as long as the people we sent there are still breathing, they can be saved! Brothers, we cannot relax. Although the flood is terrible, we must do our best to save everyone."
If Liu Hua were in the moment, he would definitely jump in a hurry.
When did I ever say such irresponsible things?
However, in the face of disaster, moderately exaggerated propaganda is needed to keep emotions high.
Mental outlook is definitely the most powerful booster when faced with a desperate situation.
Morale is up!
The soldiers have seen too many tragedies, and countless compatriots have lost signs of life.
They become increasingly numb and even begin to question the value of rescue!...
It's different now.
There is a strong medical team behind the scenes, and they can provide patients with effective treatment.
Every effort they make is valuable.
As a patient was cured, Zhao Yuan felt a sense of relief.
No one likes the derogatory nickname of madman.
However, Zhao Yuan actually knew that when he picked up the scalpel, he would unknowingly enter a state of "obsession".
Under special circumstances and undergoing one operation after another, Zhao Yuan found the feeling of another life.
Although he was very tired and his muscles might give out at any time, he kept persevering.
There were originally many patients lying in the critical care camp, but with the efforts of the three treatment teams, they received timely and effective treatment.
After Tianhua's doctors continued to work for ten hours, Pan Yang asked for a shift change.
Tong Zheng rotated the seven general treatment groups with the staff of Ruina City People's Hospital, but their three surgical carts still insisted on treating severe patients.
Although Pan Yang knew that the pressure was too great for them, he had no good solution.
Because the ordinary treatment group can be rotated, but those severe patients cannot be handled by ordinary medical staff.
What's more, the operation on critically ill patients is very complicated and can easily take two to three hours.
In one sleep, four or five patients may have lost their lives.
In this case, you can only use glucose, chocolate and other high-energy things to force the top.
Tong Zheng glanced at Bai Lu and asked, "What are the treatment capacities of the three critical surgery carts?"
Bai Lu said: "Twenty, sixteen, eleven."
Tong Zheng scratched his head and said with a self-deprecating smile: "It's over! Master lost to his apprentice, and this old face will have no place to rest."
Although the environment is very difficult, Tong Zheng is good at enjoying hardships, so he secretly competes with the other two.
In fact, this kind of competition cannot fully demonstrate each other's strength.
Different patients require different times.
However, it can also indirectly reflect some problems.
In this environment, Zhao Yuan will surely shine with his skills covering all subjects.
However, I didn't expect Zhao Yuan to be so powerful.
Because Tong Zheng is also a generalist in emergency medicine.
It is rumored that Ren Min felt the pressure from Zhao Yuan and chose to step out of his comfort zone and leave Tianhua.
Tong Zheng, who had always been indifferent, also sensed a similar feeling.
Among surgeons, he is definitely not that old.
Facing the young Zhao Yuan, he suddenly had the illusion that he was going to lose his temper at any time!
