"Director Pan! Doctors from the military hospital are here to support us!"
A female resident doctor hurried to the operating room No. 1 and reminded Pan Yang urgently.
Although Pan Yang was very interested in the surgery, he still had to leave.
Arriving at the lobby, Pan Yang saw several doctors from outside hospitals in white uniforms communicating with Dean Lu.
These doctors wear white uniforms on the outside and green military uniforms on the inside.
They looked solemn and asked questions from time to time after Dean Lu's introduction.
They came from two hundred kilometers away and had obtained information on the injured on the way.
Although I have a plan in mind, I still have to see the patient before I can design a specific treatment plan.
"Dean Lu, are all the wounded still alive? As long as they are alive, there is hope!"
Dean Lu waved to Pan Yang, "Director Pan, hurry up and check with the experts at the military hospital for information."
Pan Yang walked over and reported, "There are eight injured people sent to our hospital this time. Three are in critical condition and five are in mild condition."
The leading doctor, named Li Bin, frowned and said, "Where is the soldier who was hit in the neck by a bullet?"
Pan Yang said: "His physical signs are basically stable after emergency treatment in the No. 1 operating room."
Li Bin noticed Pan Yang's choice of words.
Already out of danger?
There was a look of surprise in his eyes, "Does your hospital have experts in treating gunshot wounds?"
There is not much difference between local hospitals and military hospitals, but they focus on specialties.
Doctors in local hospitals rarely come into contact with gunshot wounds, so they are definitely not as good as military hospitals in treating wounds caused by firearms.
Pan Yang didn't know how to answer Li Bin.
The other party's tone is not discriminatory. He has been in the military system for a long time and speaks more directly.
"When it was brought here, it was in very bad condition. Surgery had to be performed as soon as possible, so we rescued it first."
Li Bin nodded slightly.
Soldiers are valuable and quick.
Battlefield treatment requires more efficiency.
A group of people rushed to the operating room.
Li Bin did not express his opinion rashly.
Changing the surgeon or team on the spot can easily lead to omissions.
Li Bin needs to understand the situation first before considering whether to take over.
There are two operating beds in one operating room?
Li Bin frowned.
Only in field hospitals will multiple surgeries be performed in the same space.
Obviously it shouldn't happen in a local hospital.
"Isn't there enough operating room in your hospital?"
Pan Yang quickly explained, "The one who is performing the operation is the treatment team eight of Tianhua Hospital. In order to seize the time, we are treating two patients at the same time!"
"this?"
Li Bin couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes.
Isn't this the chief surgeon who is treating the eighth group too conceited?
Pan Yang didn't intend to explain too much.
He believed in Li Bin's judgment.
Just observe for a moment and your thoughts will change.
Sure enough, the expression on Li Bin's face began to change.
"What is the name of this young doctor?"
"His name is Zhao Yuan!"
Li Bin's eyes were full of admiration, "You look young!"
"Yes, he just graduated this year."
Li Bin: "..."
Do local hospitals train young doctors in this way?
You can be the chief surgeon right after graduation!
The key is that the surgery is done cleanly and without any sloppiness.
Li Bin has contacted many surgeons from local hospitals.
Whether the level is good or not is secondary, but the style is definitely different from that of a military doctor.
The young doctor in front of me is walking in the style of a military doctor, with a sense of decisiveness and determination!
"Do you need me to inform Dr. Zhao to hand over the surgery to you?" Pan Yang saw Li Bin's uncertain expression and was careful to test.
"No need! He did a great job! If we go in, it will only disrupt the rhythm." Li Bin said with certainty.
…
Operating bed No. 2.
Jiang Jing is racking her brains and trying her best to maintain the patient's physical condition.
What seems to be a basic rescue operation is actually not easy at all, and is even more dangerous than cardiac surgery.
The patient's injured body is like a rotten roof, riddled with holes.
We simply don’t know how to carry out effective treatment in a short period of time so that the patient’s life can be extended.
Beads of sweat appeared on Jiang Jing's forehead.
The anesthesiologist next to him kept reminding, "The patient's blood pressure has been dropping. If it is not dealt with, the consequences will be disastrous."
"I'm thinking of a way!"
Jiang Jing almost went crazy.
If a solution is not found in time, the patient may lose his life.
Just when his emotions were on the verge of collapse, a figure appeared beside him.
Zhao Yuan stood beside Jiang Jing, "Thank you for your hard work. Leave the rest to me."
Jiang Jing suddenly relaxed.
Zhao Yuan has completed the rescue of operating bed No. 1.
In order to avoid cross-infection, he re-disinfected it.
Compared with Patient No. 1, Patient No. 2 was more difficult because he had been stabbed in multiple places on his body.
Although the gunshot wound was terrible, the path of the gunshot was clear.
Patient No. 2 is now like a bag with countless holes poked through it.
I want to fix every hole, but there are too many.
Chest bleeding, characteristic of pneumothorax.
The surface of the left chest looks like minced meat, and it is difficult to sew it up!
The abdomen is more troublesome. The blood is very light in color and the organs are damaged, causing digestive juices to leak out in large amounts.
"Team Leader Zhao, the medicine has no effect."
"Get the defibrillator on!"
Bang bang bang!
The loud sound made my ears ring.
"Cardioversion."
Zhao Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, took the time, and asked the anesthesiologist to increase the dosage of medicine.
At this time, there is no control over medication standards.
Human life is more important than anything else.
Although the left hand uses various instruments, the right hand must provide some assistance.
There was some soreness at first, but due to my high concentration and numbness, it didn't matter anymore.
Compared to the pain suffered by these young warriors, what does my own pain mean?
Zhao Yuan could imagine from the soldiers how brutal the battle was.
…
Night falls.
The hall was silent.
The soldiers stood erect.
They are waiting for the results in the operating room.
Occasionally, citizens come to seek medical treatment. Affected by the atmosphere, they will involuntarily keep quiet.
The soldiers are waiting for their comrades to return safely.
Not long ago, they were eating together and training together.
However, at this moment, there is a lead door between him and his comrades.
That is also the door of life and death.
"Hold on! Our dear squad leader, you must never give up. As a man, you have to grit your teeth and hold on. In one month, you can be demobilized."
I don’t know who started it and sang the military song.
Both the patients and the medical staff were in tears.
The military songs became louder and louder, and they encouraged their comrades.
The lead door finally opened.
Qin Yi walked out of the door and faced so many resolute and youthful faces.
She was slightly startled at first, and then a bright smile appeared on her face.
"The operation is over and both soldiers have been rescued!"
