Hu De'an was a little confused, "How come Academician Jiang's grandson was transferred to emergency surgery?"
Yu Lindong pondered for a moment and answered, "To be precise, I transferred to general practice."
Hu De'an looked at Yu Lindong with suspicion, "General practice? Emergency department? Emergency department. Although it is known as general practice, the difficulty of the surgeries involved is generally not too high."
Yu Lindong shook his head, "Nowadays, many hospitals are recruiting in-depth general practitioner talents. Tianhua's eight treatment groups are a typical example. The leader of this treatment group also has a strong background!"
After all, it was across provinces, and Hu De'an didn't know much about Tianhua Treatment Group 8.
In Guangdong Province or Yunnan Province, many people in the medical circle are aware of the existence of Tianhua Group 8.
Yu Lindong was also patient and introduced: "The name of the leader of the eighth treatment group is Zhao Yuan. You should have heard about it."
"Zhao Yuan, why is your name so familiar?" Hu De'an's eyes suddenly shone, "Zhao Yuan? A closed disciple that Mr. Qin accepted?"
Yu Lindong nodded vigorously, "In the past few days, I have been listening to Chu Guoding say that there is a particularly powerful young doctor on the front line. Then I asked about it and found out that he is an academician. No wonder his level is so high. Half of Dean Lu of Hope Primary School was crushed.
It was broken, but he managed to save it."
There was no arrogance in Hu De'an's eyes anymore, and instead there was admiration.
"I was lucky enough to see his demonstration surgery at this year's Annual Chest and Heart Conference. To be honest, it really knocked me off my feet. No wonder the grandson of Academician Jiang Lao followed him."
Yu Lindong lamented: "A leader asked me to arrange for Zhao Yuan to evacuate from the secondary site and go to the provincial military hospital for support."
Hu De'an curled his lips, "It's all about saving people, but where is it not saving?"
Yu Lindong said, "Gold will shine wherever it is. To be honest, with Zhao Yuan joining us, our pressure is really relieved."
Hu De'an nodded slightly, "I was also a little surprised. I thought some great god was reinforcing our secondary site. I didn't expect it to be him."
Yu Lindong was quite embarrassed, "Now all the difficult operations are left to them. They are also made of flesh and blood. If they stay at the secondary site for a few more days, they will definitely have to retreat to the rear."
Hu De'an said softly, "It's a pity that it was during a special period, otherwise I would have carefully studied every operation he performed."
He slapped his forehead hard and said, "By the way, is there a video system here? I can record the surgery he performed and study it slowly when I have time."
Yu Lindong's eyes lit up, "I'll ask Dr. Zhao."
Yu Lindong came to the operating room where Zhao Yuan was.
Zhao Yuan is performing surgery on a soldier.
In addition to the ordinary people in the disaster area, many PLA soldiers were also injured during the execution of their missions.
Various situations will be encountered during search and rescue.
While the soldier was searching and rescuing, a wall suddenly fell down and crushed his right leg.
The comrades dragged him out from under the wall, and his legs were crushed and deformed.
The soldier was only nineteen years old, and he endured the pain along the way.
During the triage, an orthopedic surgeon saw that his calf was blackened and told the little soldier directly that he would need to amputate it.
When he heard that he was going to be disabled, the little warrior's strong heart suddenly collapsed and he burst into tears.
At this time, a doctor nearby reminded him, "How about sending him to Dr. Zhao for a try? Maybe he can save his leg."
The triage doctor felt that he was losing face, so he still insisted on his diagnosis and said that the leg was definitely hopeless.
The comrades ignored the doctor and sent the soldier outside the operating room.
Zhao Yuan heard the noise and put down his work.
After understanding the whole story, Zhao Yuan examined the little soldier and asked him to wait for a while until the operation was completed before arranging surgery for him immediately.
"Doctor Zhao, can you save your leg?"
"It depends on luck!" Zhao Yuan was not sure.
After all, anything can happen on the operating table.
Zhao Yuan always pays attention to technique when communicating with patients.
Sometimes I speak more firmly because some patients need hope.
Most of the time, he would give a slightly vague reply.
This is not hypocrisy, but a professional habit.
Avoid unnecessary disputes.
When Yu Lindong came to the operating room, the operation had already entered the second half.
The anesthesiologist saw Yu Lindong coming and took the initiative to communicate with him.
The main reason is that I am so excited that I can’t help but feel unhappy!
"This doctor from Tianhua is really amazing. When he was brought in, I thought I was going to have to amputate my leg. My legs were so black that it looked like the embolism was very serious, but he didn't panic at all."
The leg is crushed and blood is squeezed in the leg, causing tissue necrosis.
Just like when you pinch your finger, a section of the finger will first turn purple, and when it turns black, that part of the tissue will be necrotic.
Blood clotting can form an embolism in a blood vessel that blocks blood flow.
In order for the tissue to rejuvenate, the blood in the blood vessels must be allowed to flow smoothly.
Therefore, these emboli must be removed at this time.
"Dr. Zhao did a really good job in the previous part of the surgery. Isn't he an emergency doctor? Why did the interventional surgery do so well? The guide wires seemed to have eyes. There was one to grab one, and one to grab a pair. Arteries of the lower extremities.
He quickly caught all the emboli, you know, they are old emboli."
The anesthetist couldn't hold it back and kept talking about what he saw and heard.
Yu Lindong did not express his position. He planned to see with his own eyes how Zhao Yuan handled this patient.
During interventional surgery, you can observe the situation inside through the display screen.
On the screen, a stream of black liquid rushed directly towards the leg.
Yu Lindong reacted quickly.
The blood circulation in the legs is smoothed.
Yu Lindong was a little regretful that he only saw the results and not the process.
However, through the anesthesiologist’s description, Yu Lindong probably knew how exciting the process was!
Interventional surgery focuses on the manipulation of microguidewires.
Yu Lindong had some knowledge of this new technology, but was not good at it.
Yu Lindong realized that Zhao Yuan was really a general talent. Not only did he master traditional techniques well, but he also had cutting-edge technologies at his fingertips. No wonder Mr. Qin accepted him as a close disciple.
Zhao Yuan began to withdraw control.
Jiang Jing went out and told the patient's comrades the news.
Then, there was a burst of cheers outside the operating room.
"That's great! Thank you, doctor."
"No need to thank you, this is our duty."
Zhao Yuan saw Yu Lindong waiting nearby and asked strangely, "Director Yu, what are your orders?"
Yu Lindong said with some embarrassment, "Someone suggested that you want to record your surgery. I think it will be a good example for future colleagues in dealing with disasters."
Zhao Yuan was a little surprised, but didn't think much about it and said happily, "Everything will be done according to your wishes."
For Zhao Yuan, it was just a matter of setting up a camera.
After talking to Yu Lindong, he glanced at Qin Yi and said, "Get ready for the next operation!"
