Before the operation, Zhang Wenhao once again checked Song Xiaopeng's physical condition at this moment. Although the heartbeat was not strong, it had returned to a safe level that Zhang Wenhao could control. Zhang Wenhao thought that the pulse and blood pressure were sufficient to support the operation. In addition,
There is a blood supply, so Zhang Wenhao is confident to perform a partial splenectomy on Song Xiaopeng. The operation may not be perfect, but it can save his life.
Lao Xu used a strong flashlight and looked at Zhang Wenhao's hands wearing rubber gloves. One hand held a cold scalpel, and the other hand reached into Song Xiaopeng's abdomen. The injured side of the spleen had been severely damaged. It looked like it should be
The wild boar's tusks directly pierced one end of the spleen. The only good thing is that the wound was not in the middle of the spleen. Otherwise, Song Xiaopeng would have died before he was even sent here.
Zhang Wenhao held his breath, stabilized the spleen with one hand, and quickly cut it off with the scalpel using the other hand according to the position he had planned in his mind.
Lao Xu was frightened when he saw this. This kid, at a young age, was unambiguous when he started to cut. The liquid mixed with juice and blood spurted out, making people not only scared, but also a little dry.
vomit.
The resection did not take much time. Zhang Wenhao was like cutting through a knot with a sharp knife, completing the resection as quickly as possible, and then immediately stopped the bleeding and sutured. At this time, the suturing was only done hastily, and there was no time to treat the wound neatly.
At this time, Zhang Wenhao said: "Loosen the blood tube and start the infusion."
Song Xiaopeng is still in hemorrhagic shock and has lost excessive blood, but with the injection of blood, his life will not be too threatened. Now that the damaged spleen has been partially removed, the blood transfusion can be speeded up slightly.
When Lao Xu saw that the blood transfusion recipient looked pale, he said to Zhang Wenhao: "Xiao Liu can't hold on any longer. Let's find someone else."
Zhang Wenhao nodded and said: "Help him go back to the room to rest. The next person is ready."
Changing the blood collection needle, Zhang Wenhao inserted the needle into another person's body again.
Only in this way can the missing blood in Song Xiaopeng's body be replenished.
The second person began to supply blood to Song Xiaopeng. Zhang Wenhao checked Song Xiaopeng's blood pressure and pulse again. He was still in a state of severe blood loss. It was estimated that two thousand milliliters would not be enough. In the end, he would still need to take some blood from Song Xiaoman.
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The surgery just now lacked the necessary conditions, so Zhang Wenhao was very worried about wound infection. He immediately prepared an antibiotic solution and injected it into Song Xiaopeng. Two bottles of human albumin injection were injected into Song Xiaopeng's body from the other hand at the same time.
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The effect of the previous acupuncture stimulation was getting weaker and weaker, but the heartbeat still could not maintain a safe intensity and frequency. Zhang Wenhao pulled out all the silver needles and continuously hit Song Xiaopeng's heart with a light fist, constantly stimulating the heartbeat.
Another blood transfusion patient reached the limit. Zhang Wenhao changed the blood collection needle again and replaced it with a third person.
The limit of blood transfusion for a normal person can theoretically reach 800 milliliters, but these people are all overly nervous. In addition, they have been in the mountains all day, and they just carried Song Xiaopeng all the way. They are extremely exhausted. The heart rate is very high.
Too fast. At this time, Zhang Wenhao did not dare to let them collect more than 700 ml of blood. Otherwise, if he had another hemorrhagic shock, he would really have a big head. No matter how precious Song Xiaopeng's life was, in front of Zhang Wenhao
, he, like everyone else, can’t exchange one life for another, right?
After the third person's blood transfusion was completed, Song Xiaopeng's heartbeat still did not return to normal. Zhang Wenhao blurted out: "Old Xu, bring Song Xiaoman over."
"Xiao Man's physique..." Lao Xu said with some worry: "Can you find another type O blood to help supply blood?"
Zhang Wenhao frowned and said, "I have type O blood. How about I stand there and give him blood, and you can save him?"
Lao Xu asked awkwardly: "What about the other villagers?"
Zhang Wenhao became a little impatient and said: "Song Xiaopeng is her biological brother. If she doesn't donate blood, who will? Not to mention that most of the villagers don't know what blood type they have. Even if they know, why should they give Song Xiaopeng a blood transfusion?"
Lao Xu didn't know what to say for a while, but his face was very embarrassed. Zhang Wenhao was a little irritated because he hesitated to speak, so he blurted out: "Can you hurry up?"
Lao Xu had no choice but to nod his head, turned around and went out. After a while, he brought in the pale Song Xiaoman.
Zhang Wenhao glanced at Song Xiaoman, but Song Xiaoman was in a daze. As soon as he came in and saw Song Xiaopeng lying on the bed, he wanted to rush over to see how he was doing. As soon as he arrived, Zhang Wenhao stopped him and said: "
Stand here and expose your left arm."
Song Xiaoman glanced at Zhang Wenhao. Lao Xu had already told her that her brother Song Xiaopeng was still losing blood at the moment and needed to continue to transfuse matching blood. The three people in front of her had reached their limit. The only one who could transfuse blood was herself.
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Song Xiaoman rolled up his sleeves, but Zhang Wenhao frowned and said, "This won't work. The pressure on your upper arms is too great. Please take your arms out of your clothes."
Song Xiaoman looked around, his expression a little embarrassed, but it was fleeting. He gritted his teeth, turned around to face the wall, pulled his left arm out of his clothes, and turned around again, exposing his left arm and most of his left shoulder.
in the air.
The cold alcohol was smeared on Song Xiaoman's arm, making her shiver. Zhang Wenhao placed his left thumb on the blood vessel, squeezed it from bottom to top, and then inserted the blood collection needle into the blood vessel with his left hand.
Then, he lowered the needle so that it was almost parallel to the skin, pushed it again, and the blood collection needle was completely inserted.
The blood collection needle was thick, and it was inserted directly into the blood vessel. Song Xiaoman was sweating in pain, and he gritted his teeth, but he tried not to make a sound.
Zhang Wenhao took a look at Song Xiaoman's complexion, checked her pulse, and frowned: "Why is your physical fitness so so poor?"
Song Xiaoman glanced at Zhang Wenhao and said nothing in anger. At this time, Lao Xu interjected: "Xiaoman has been frail and sick since she was a child, and her physical condition has always been poor."
Zhang Wenhao said helplessly: "With her physique, the maximum blood collection amount is 200 milliliters."
Lao Xu blurted out and asked: "How much more does Xiaopeng need?"
Zhang Wenhao said: "It depends on his heart condition."
After saying that, Zhang Wenhao leaned down and checked Song Xiaopeng's heartbeat again, but it was still not optimistic.
Zhang Wenhao sighed helplessly, raised his head, and said to Song Xiaoman: "If you feel uncomfortable, just speak. You can stop at any time."
Song Xiaoman ignored Zhang Wenhao, and Zhang Wenhao had no time to pay attention to her. The one lying on the hospital bed was the big trouble. If the heartbeat could not return to a safe value for autonomous pacing, then Song Xiaopeng's life would still be in danger. Replenishing blood volume would be a big problem.
key, but stimulating the heart is also an essential key.
Adrenaline is undoubtedly the best kind, but I don’t have this special medicine at all, and I don’t have a defibrillator. If I were an ordinary doctor, I would be at a loss at this time. Fortunately, I am still proficient in it.
Some acupuncture, depending on the current situation, I can only use acupuncture to stimulate the heart again.
Song Xiaoman's constitution is too weak. Two hundred milliliters is probably her limit. Before she reaches her limit, she must give Song Xiaopeng a set of heavy injections, insert the blood collection needle into her body, and continue to transfuse him.
Since heavy needles are to be administered, the acupuncture points and nervous system throughout his body that can stimulate the heart must be stimulated as much as possible. Only in this way can the effect be obvious. Zhang Wenhao took out three boxes of silver needles, each box containing 20 needles. He went through the process in his mind.
After all the needle procedures, quickly pick up a silver needle, find the position with your left thumb, and immediately insert the silver needle with your right hand.
Just like planting rice seedlings, one after another without any interruption or pause, in the blink of an eye, Zhang Wenhao had inserted more than ten silver needles into Song Xiaopeng's scalp, face and neck. At this time, Zhang Wenhao said: "Put him in
Take off your shoes and wipe the soles of your feet clean with alcohol cotton."
Lao Xu hurriedly handed Song Xiaoman to others for support, while he squatted down and took off Song Xiaopeng's field boots. Then, he carefully wiped the soles of Song Xiaopeng's feet with alcohol cotton, and Zhang Wenhao continued to insert the silver needle into Song Xiaopeng.
Inside Song Xiaopeng's body, from top to bottom, more than forty silver needles were quickly inserted into Song Xiaopeng's skin.
Zhang Wenhao asked Long Xiaoyue to cut off Song Xiaopeng's trouser legs with scissors, and then inserted a few needles into his thighs. Then, going down, Lao Xu had already cleaned the soles of Song Xiaopeng's feet. Zhang Wenhao was under his two soles.
Eight silver needles were inserted.
At this time, Song Xiaopeng's heartbeat had begun to gradually increase. After Zhang Wenhao took his pulse again, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Unexpectedly, Song Xiaoman suddenly fainted at this time. The man holding Song Xiaoman screamed in surprise. Zhang Wenhao stood up quickly, walked to Song Xiaoman, pulled out the blood collection needle, and sealed it with hemostatic cotton and tape.
Pinhole said to Long Xiaoyue: "Xiaoyue, help me take her back to the room to rest."
As soon as Long Xiaoyue took Song Xiaoman over, she opened her eyes slightly again, glanced at Song Xiaopeng on the bed, and said weakly: "My brother hasn't woken up yet, is there not enough blood?" As she said that, she glanced at Song Xiaopeng.
With his left arm, he saw Zhang Wenhao holding the hemostatic cotton and the needle hole with his hand, and he hurriedly asked: "Why did you take out the needle? What should my brother do? You insert it again for me."
"What are you trying to do?" Zhang Wenhao frowned at her and said coldly: "With your physique, if you use more force, you will go into shock."
Song Xiaoman said hurriedly: "I'm not afraid...as long as my brother..."
"Shut up!" Zhang Wenhao didn't want to listen to her nonsense, waved his hand and said: "Xiaoyue, take her to rest quickly, so as not to cause trouble to others like a little kid here."
Long Xiaoyue helped Song Xiaoman to go out the door, but Song Xiaoman refused to say anything. Zhang Wenhao said: "Xiaoyue, don't care what she says, get her away first."
The weak Song Xiaoman could only protest verbally, but physically he was no match for the healthy Long Xiaoyue. He could only reluctantly be helped out of the room by Long Xiaoyue.
Since Song Xiaopeng suffered from hemorrhagic shock, the blood loss is estimated to be at least 2,000 milliliters. Although the cumulative blood transfusion volume has reached 2,000 milliliters, at least another three to four hundred milliliters were lost during the operation just now, and now there is at least several hundred milliliters.
Milliliter gap, his heart has never been able to return to a safe enough beating strength, so he has to continue blood transfusions to find the blood circulation system in his body stabilizes.
In desperation, Zhang Wenhao had no choice but to do it by himself.
For Zhang Wenhao's physique, blood transfusions have little impact, and the recovery speed is also very fast, but the most important thing now is to save people. Song Xiaopeng can only adopt a blood transfusion rhythm of multiple and small transfusions during the operation, but after the operation is completed,
It is necessary to replenish blood quickly and in large quantities, and the blood transfusion cannot be interrupted. After transfusing blood myself, it will be somewhat inconvenient to treat him. I just hope that his body will not have any problems during the blood transfusion process.
Zhang Wenhao changed the blood collection needle again and inserted it into his left arm. His blood began to flow into the blood transfusion tube and continued to flow into Song Xiaopeng's body. Zhang Wenhao did not dare to relax at all and kept observing Song Xiaopeng's physical characteristics.
Lao Xu brought a chair to Zhang Wenhao and asked Zhang Wenhao to sit in front of Song Xiaopeng's bed. Zhang Wenhao's left arm was connected to a blood transfusion tube. His right hand kept gently pressing on Song Xiaopeng's pulse gate to feel his pulse.
Time passed by, and the room was very quiet. Lao Xu and the others did not dare to say a word. Just standing nearby, staring closely at the situation of Song Xiaopeng and Zhang Wenhao, a glimmer of hope gradually emerged in Lao Xu's heart.
After a long time, Song Xiaopeng's damaged internal organs were removed, the bleeding was stopped, and the person did not die. After such a long time, since he did not die, it may be relatively safe.
At the same time, in Song Xiaoman's room, Song Xiaoman became polite to strangers for the first time. With red eyes, she begged Long Xiaoyue: "Please, please let me go and see my brother.
I will not cause trouble, I just want to look at him. Looking at him will make me feel at ease, otherwise, my heart will always be hanging."
Long Xiaoyue said with some embarrassment: "Wen Hao was afraid that you would affect his treatment in the past. Maybe your actions just now made him a little angry." After saying that, Long Xiaoyue said with relief: "Wen Hao is here. I believe in your brother.
There won't be any danger, Wen Hao's medical skills are very good, so you can rest assured."
"I'm so worried..." Song Xiaoman burst into tears. She sobbed and said, "Sister Long, I'm really worried. Please, please let me go over and take a look. I'm standing right there."
Just look at the door. I won't go in or talk. If that doesn't work, you can just look at the window. My mother left early. My brother has loved me and taken care of me like a father since he was a child. Now he is seriously injured. I
I can’t see him anymore, I feel very uncomfortable, I’m scared to death, please, please, okay?”
Long Xiaoyue's heart softened, and after hesitating for a moment, she had no choice but to nod her head, not forgetting to say: "You must remember not to make any sound, lest Wen Hao be angry."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Song Xiaoman nodded repeatedly and promised with a grateful face: "Thank you, Sister Long. Sister Long, don't worry, I will never say a word!"
"Okay." Long Xiaoyue helped Song Xiaoman get up from the bed and led her gently to the window of the clinic ward. Song Xiaoman's arm was held by Long Xiaoyue's shoulder, and one hand weakly grasped the window edge.
, looking at the quiet and exquisite scene in the house, I didn't dare to say a word.
Song Xiaopeng was still unconscious on the bed, and his body could not move at all. Next to him, Lao Xu and others were standing against the wall. The others had their eyes closed, as if they did not dare to look, except Lao Xu.
Blinking and staring at Song Xiaopeng on the bed.
Looking at Zhang Wenhao next to Song Xiaopeng again, Song Xiaoman felt as if he had been hit hard by a heavy fist!
She finally saw the only moving object in the room, which was the blood vessel inserted into Zhang Wenhao's arm and connected to her brother's arm. The blood was flowing in it. Zhang Wenhao relaxed his left hand and rested his right hand on Song Xiaopeng.
His veins were closed, his eyes were slightly closed, and his whole body was motionless.
Who has ever seen a doctor use his own blood to save patients? This is beyond the scope of a doctor's responsibilities. Moreover, Song Xiaopeng is not related to him, and even when facing him, he
Never had any proper courtesy.
At this time, Zhang Wenhao was all focused on Song Xiaopeng's pulse. He felt Song Xiaopeng's pulse gradually becoming clearer and stronger, and his heart became more and more relaxed. As long as the heartbeat returned to sufficient strength, the pulse and blood pressure would also recover.
In that case, Song Xiaopeng would be considered out of danger.
However, although the current intensity has been enhanced, it is still not within a true safe range.
After waiting for another five minutes, Zhang Wenhao suddenly opened his eyes. With his right hand, he first pulled out the blood transfusion tube on Song Xiaopeng's body, and then pulled out the blood collection needle on his body. While covering his left arm, he said: "People shouldn't be big.
It’s in the way.”
A dying wounded man, a severely wounded man who was barely breathing when he was brought here, a man who was destined to die with no chance of survival. After Zhang Wenhao's rescue for such a long time, he suddenly heard these words from Zhang Wenhao's mouth,
Everyone feels like they are in a dream!
When Zhang Wenhao said this, it seemed to be an understatement, but everyone who heard this sentence felt the weight contained in this understatement. That is a life! A life that has been wandering in front of the gate of hell for a long time!
Lao Xu was ecstatic and blurted out: "Really?! Is there really no danger?"
Zhang Wenhao nodded and said a little tiredly: "It's not life-threatening. Let's observe it tonight. If the wound is not infected, then you can really rest assured. If the wound shows signs of infection, it's not too late to send it to the city hospital immediately."
Lao Xu hurriedly asked: "Do you want me to contact the military region now to arrange for a helicopter to be sent directly to the province? The military region dispatched helicopters, conveyed the orders layer by layer, carried out take-off inspections, and determined the coordinates. It is estimated that it will take three or four hours to arrive.
Arrived, from here to Guiyang, the helicopter only takes an hour and a half at most."
Zhang Wenhao frowned and thought to himself, did your family buy the helicopter? Even if it belongs to the army, it is state property. You were not injured while performing official duties. How dare you call for a helicopter? This is not the same as the one you drive Chen Feng.
The nature of the g65 is different. Although Chen Feng's car has a military license plate, the money he spent to buy and maintain the car is his own. He borrows it and bears all the expenses himself. And this group of people seems to feel that they are selfish.
Use public assets as a matter of course.
"He shouldn't move around now. Let's wait until there are signs of infection. Infection is not bleeding, and it won't be life-threatening in a short period of time."!~!
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