The injured was in his early thirties and was dirty. He was obviously a migrant worker who had come to the city.
Of course, today's accident was an accident that occurred during the demolition of an old community. Nine out of ten of the injured were migrant workers.
Beginning in 1995, there was an upsurge of migrant workers moving into the city to work. There were many construction sites in Xijing City, and the Second Ring Road was being built. Many urban villages within the Second Ring Road were targeted for demolition and reconstruction.
To be precise, some villages at this time cannot be considered urban villages, and Xijing City has only begun to radiate from the center to the surrounding areas at this stage.
You are in your early thirties, the backbone of your family, but you have lost one of your legs. This leg is more than just a leg to you, the injured person.
"Be patient, as long as people are around, there is hope."
Fang Le picked up the silver needle given by the nurse and spoke comforting words.
Before rebirth, I read some posts about the 1980s and 1990s on the Internet. Around 2000, construction was vigorously carried out across the country, and the construction at many construction sites was quite rough.
Safety measures are almost completely out of date, and accidents happen repeatedly.
On the one hand, there is a concentration of projects and a lack of experience; on the other hand, there is a shortage of large machinery, such as excavators, cranes, cranes, and mixers. Many construction sites are lacking, and most of them are still dominated by manpower or brutal blasting.
Just reading the post and seeing it with your own eyes are two completely different concepts.
Fang Le pierced the silver needle in his hand, picked up another one, and inserted several silver needles into several acupuncture points of the patient. The patient's wound bleeding began to obviously decrease.
"Let's get in touch and see when the operating room will be vacated. We can't delay it for too long."
Fang Le turned around and spoke to the nurse beside him, and at the same time began to treat the young man's wounds, debridement and cleaning.
"hiss!"
He Yaowu saw this scene clearly and took a deep breath subconsciously. Fang Le's acupuncture to stop bleeding was quite good.
Mr. He also noticed Fang Le's side and couldn't help but sigh: "It's no worse than Dr. Sun. If there were a few more doctors of Xiao Fang's level in the army back then, I don't know how many casualties could be reduced."
"Um!"
He Yaowu nodded: "Fang Le's skills are very good, especially his ability to stop bleeding. If such a person goes to the military hospital and follows the troops, the soldiers will avoid many unnecessary casualties when training and acting."
Nowadays, there are very few real wars, but as a military force, regular training for soldiers is still indispensable. Especially for combat troops, the training is even more rigorous. The better the soldier is, the harder the training subjects are, and the more likely he is to be injured.
Every year, a large number of outstanding soldiers in the army suffer physical injuries due to training and are forced to retire.
In an era when the overall medical level is insufficient, a doctor's personal ability becomes more important. The more He Yaowu sees Fang Le, the more he feels moved.
"Does it hurt here?"
After handling one patient, Fang Le handled the next patient and examined the patient.
"Well, it hurts. I can't breathe a little bit."
"Come on, bear with it." Fang Le motioned for the patient to lie down, then asked the nurse to bring a spittoon, pushed the patient's back with one hand, and then slapped him hard. The patient opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of bloody sputum, and he was gasping for breath.
gas.
"I tell you a recipe, remember it!"
Just after finishing processing, Fang Le saw Cheng Yunxing coming and greeted him.
"oh!"
At this moment, Cheng Yunxing was following Fang Le, running back and forth. Listening to Fang Le's words, Cheng Yunxing hurriedly opened the folder he was carrying and recorded the prescriptions Fang Le said.
"Fang Le, how is the patient?" Cheng Yunxing asked while taking notes.
"The internal organs are injured due to shock and congestion, but the problem is not too serious and does not require surgery. You can treat it according to the prescription I told you first and see if there are any beds. We will coordinate with the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department."
Fang Le said something and walked to the next patient.
Cheng Yunxing looked at Fang Le's back and felt that Fang Le was so strange at this moment. At this time, Fang Le's aura, tone of voice and confidence seemed to be lacking compared to Director Han and Fang Le.
"This guy has a bit of a military temperament."
Mr. He said slowly.
"Um."
He Yaowu nodded.
Because of Fang Le's martial arts training, in the eyes of He Lao and He Yaowu, he does have a bit of a military temperament. He walks with a straight back and is capable and decisive in doing things. The only thing that doesn't look like a soldier is that soldiers are more organized. Fang Le
It's a bit lacking. It's okay when I'm serious. But when I'm fine, when I'm chatting with people, I'm a bit naughty and casual.
Having just handled a patient, Fang Le looked up and saw He Yaoping and a nurse pushing a flat cart. There should be a patient on the flat cart, but it was covered with a white cloth.
"Not rescued?"
Fang Le walked closer and asked.
"When he was delivered, his heart had stopped and he was not breathing. Even after 20 minutes of cardiopulmonary resuscitation, there was no improvement."
He Yaoping's tone was low.
Although in places like hospitals, especially in emergency departments, it is not uncommon to encounter patients who cannot be rescued, but few doctors can remain calm when encountering such situations.
Human beings are not like vegetation. How many people can remain indifferent in the face of death?
Fang Le opened the white cloth and saw that the injured man's face was younger than the short-legged young man just now, at most twenty-seven or eight years old.
Most of the people who were sent here were migrant workers in the city, and there were no family members of the patients around, so there was less noise and crying, but the scene seemed even more sad.
After taking a look, Fang Le was about to cover it with a white cloth, but suddenly found that the patient's face looked a little wrong.
Fang Le hurriedly opened the white cloth. On the flat car, the patient looked stiff and not breathing at all. He was indeed dead. However, Fang Le found that the young man's face was a little different from that of a normal death.
"Silver Needle!"
Fang Le shouted, stretched out his hand to feel for his pulse, and asked at the same time: "Have you been checked? Is there anything else besides trauma?"
When he lifted the white cloth, Fang Le saw the injuries on the patient's body. There were injuries in many places on his body, as if he had been hit by heavy objects, but Fang Le still needed to know the details.
"I heard from the doctor who sent him that the patient was buried directly inside and was thrown out. Before he was sent to the hospital, he was already not breathing and had no heartbeat. After resuscitation, there was no change, so...
..”
He Yaoping was a little confused: "Dr. Fang, what do you mean, is the patient not dead yet?"
At this time, the conditions are limited. In addition, there are many patients being rescued at this time, the operating room is full, and the equipment is somewhat insufficient. Therefore, there are no conditions for brain death identification. However, according to the patient's vital signs, respiratory arrest, cardiac arrest,
After stopping the beating and performing cardiopulmonary resuscitation for twenty minutes, death can basically be determined.
After all, He Yaoping has been in the emergency department for so many years, and he still has some confidence, but judging from Fang Le's appearance, it doesn't seem like he is.
"Not sure."
Fang Le said something, said nothing, and carefully felt the patient's pulse. At the same time, he bent down and placed his ear on the patient's chest, feeling carefully...