Chapter 1527 Rescue the wounded in a difficult situation
It’s her! Star fruit!
She was wearing a white coat, which was covered with black blood. She was also wearing a hat and a mask, but her small hands were holding hemostats and lancets. Because she did not have rubber gloves, she had to wash her hands and perform the surgery forcefully.
Her hands were also stained with the patient's blood. Although it was a bit unhygienic, she had to do this in a situation where wounded people were everywhere.
Yang Mingzhi was leaning against the door, craning his head and looking at it. The wounded man just now was obviously abnormal. He was pulled to the emergency room by a nurse and immediately put on the operating table. The surgeon was his wife.
She was a smaller girl, almost a child in Russian terms, but her protruding belly confirmed the fact that she was pregnant.
I saw four nurses forcibly holding down the wounded man to suppress his shaking. Apparently no anesthesia was used, and the wounded man could only bite a stick wrapped in linen and howl ferociously.
"Hemostats."
"Another hemostat."
"The third hemostat."
"No, the bleeding still won't stop. The fourth hemostatic forceps."
Yang Mingzhi has never watched his wife perform surgery at such a close distance. She is only 18 years old. Such skillful movements can only be achieved by the most professional surgeon.
The wounded person she rescued was obviously shot in the chest. Yang Mingzhi estimated that the wounded person came from yesterday's battle.
Think about it, most of the wounded who were shot in the torso died quickly, and the fact that they were brought here alive shows their tenacity. As for sudden surgery now, I am afraid that the wound will collapse.
Yang Mingzhi saw that his wife's forehead was covered with sweat. Her hands were covered with blood and she cut open the wounded man's wound. The hemostatic forceps pinched many blood vessels that were spurting blood. It was obvious that the bleeding was still not stopped.
"Not good! There may still be shrapnel left!"
Yang Mingzhi at the door listened intently to his wife's exclamation. He was just waiting to see how his wife would deal with it, but he never thought that the wounded man was shaking extremely violently, as if he was suffering from epilepsy.
The nurses who held down the injured were actually peasant women, but they failed to hold him down after all, so the operation could not continue.
Yang Tao was so anxious that she almost shed tears. She knew very well what the injured man meant by shaking violently, "You! Hold him down quickly! He will die if he continues like this!"
Everything was too late. After the tremor, the wounded suddenly calmed down and died on the operating table...
"It's over...it's over! He's dead."
Yang Tao let out a long breath and shook his head with a dull expression. The nurses quickly called a few people and carried away the dead wounded.
The operating table was empty again, and Carambola gathered the surgical tools and threw them into a boiling pot. She picked up a rag and wiped the blood-stained operating table clean, and threw the rag into the pot.
it is more than words.
After finishing this, she wiped the sweat with her sleeves and was about to take a rest. When she looked up, she noticed a head sticking out of the door of the emergency room.
"Brother! Why are you here!"
She has to perform dozens of shell surgeries every day, and her petite body bears huge pressure. She has seen too many lives and deaths, and her whole body is a little numb.
She knew that the army was engaged in a defense battle that was related to the survival of this guerrilla republic. At this point in the battle, the army had begun a partial counterattack. The army had achieved an unprecedented victory, and the atmosphere in the hospital was not bad. A large number of injured people who were recovering from injuries were eager to recover immediately, and then
Return to the battlefield.
The scale of the war has obviously gotten out of control, Carambola feels like this, and the staggering number of wounded people arriving here completely confirms his suspicions.
My husband, a general, scolded Fang Qiu in the headquarters. Just yesterday, he personally directed the battle to defend Catfish Village. Last night, a large number of wounded were sent to the hospital in Blacksmith Village. He and all the doctors and nurses worked together. Yesterday,
I slept for at most three hours at night, so I am exhausted now.
In the end, the direction of Catfish Village won, and the morning broadcast solemnly stated this.
She was slightly happy, but her joy was quickly offset by the heavy surgical tasks.
It stands to reason that she, a pregnant woman, should not have to work too hard, but her husband commands tens of thousands of people to fight. As the wife of a general, and the recipient of the so-called "Hero of the Soviet Union", how can she take a rest without authorization? What's more, the entire hospital is seriously lacking surgeons!
Yang Tao originally planned to stay in the hospital and devote herself silently, praying for her husband in her heart, and also intended to learn some of the general's decisions from the wounded. In fact, she could have taken ten minutes off and went directly to the headquarters to visit her husband.
Driven by a sense of responsibility, she didn't do it after all.
Unexpectedly, my husband came in person.
Although we haven't seen each other for only a few days, it seems like several years have passed. The face that was originally numb from seeing death quickly became distorted. Anyway, considering her age and her belly, she is still a little girl.
.
"Brother! Why are you here!"
Yang Tao took off his mask, looked away with tears of grievance, and walked quickly towards the door.
Yang Mingzhi then took a step forward, opened his arms, and greeted his wife with a broad mind.
My wife also succumbed to her instinct, rushed over like a little tiger, hugged her neck, and then cried bitterly.
Yang Mingzhi was a little surprised, as if his wife had been greatly stimulated. She muttered a lot of words, but she couldn't hear clearly because she was crying.
"Just be held by her like this." Yang Mingzhi thought this way. It was very hard for the couple to fight on their own fronts. She is a weak woman but the chief surgeon, and the pressure on her thin shoulders is too great. Now
Letting her cry fiercely is also a good way to vent.
Star Tao cried for a while, and finally her mood calmed down a bit.
She put her husband's neck down and suddenly complained again.
"Brother! How did you direct the battle? Why are there so many wounded that the entire ward cannot bear them? A large number of wounded can only be sent outdoors!"
"We...how many casualties have we suffered? If this continues, we..."
As she spoke, the valve that had just been tied opened again, and tears welled up from her eyes again.
"Many people! The casualties are very serious." The issue of casualties is also like a big mountain, weighing on Yang Mingzhi.
"What can we do? I heard that our soldiers have liberated Lechica, but will we not be besieged by the enemy after we liberate it? I am really worried! There will be more wounded..."
"No way, this is war! Let's think about good things." Yang Mingzhi forced a smile and patted his wife on the shoulder, "After all, we liberated a city. We suffered a lot of casualties, and the German army's situation was even worse. The German army's
The casualties were at least twice as many as ours, and we can still achieve greater victory. I think the soldiers who died will also be happy."
Yang Tao shook his head: "Brother, you men only think about greater victory, but we still lost too many people. Now the hospital is still facing many big troubles, overcrowding is just one of them, and..."
"Is there also a drug problem? I watched the entire operation you just performed, and it's obvious that you didn't use anesthetics."
While he was talking, a tall, thin man wearing a blood-stained white coat came over. This man was none other than the German Hangelberg.
Hangelberg had also just completed an operation. The operation was relatively successful, and the wounded man's collapsed wound was sutured again. As for whether the wounded man could survive, we can only pray for his tenacity.
After the operation, he heard a nurse tell him about the commander's visit to the hospital.
He immediately forgot about his fatigue and hurried over to join in the conversation between the commander and his wife.
At first glance, the two seemed to be quarreling, and they spoke in incomprehensible Chinese. He didn't understand them at all.
He asked in English: "Comrade Commander, do you have anything important to do with your sudden visit to the hospital?"
Yang Mingzhi was startled, then suddenly turned around and saw this familiar figure. "It's Mr. Hangelberg. It seems that you have just finished the operation."
"Of course, although we are very tired, my girls and I will do our best in order for more injured people to survive."
Obviously, this person said this on purpose.
Yang Mingzhi nodded with satisfaction and said deliberately: "My wife just said that those German girls are very good nurses. It is really because of their work that a large number of injured Red Army soldiers have been properly treated."
"Really? On behalf of them, I would like to thank you for your praise."
The hospitals in the three collective farms of the Guerrilla Republic have always been relatively delicate. Women with emergency training can basically only serve as nurses. However, most of the more than 40 German female nurses captured last year can perform simple surgical operations. They have already
With full trust, they are indeed the main force in medical treatment in the current "wave of wounded".
Yang Mingzhi was just exchanging compliments with Hangelberg, but he never thought that this man would actually get excited.
"Dear general, since you are here to inspect, you actually allow..."
"Don't! Don't!" Yang Mingzhi felt a little disgusted, and he quickly waved his hand in response: "We all speak English, and there is no problem in talking in English. But don't use any honorifics, I can't stand it. If you have any difficulties, tell me clearly.
We will try our best to solve it.”
"Okay!" Hangelberg said solemnly: "It's just a drug problem! Doctors and nurses can handle it even if they work overtime, but we have run out of drugs."
"Is it really all used up?"
"Yes! All used up."
Speaking of this, Hangelberg looked embarrassed, "There were indeed a lot of medicines dropped last time, but the scale of the injured this time is really shocking. For example, anti-inflammatory drugs were used when we had an epidemic in early June.
A lot of sulfonamides to control. Remember you were also sick at the time."
"Yes."
"We consumed a batch of sulfa, thinking that the remaining sulfa could be made until next year. We never expected that the scale of this battle would be so large, and the number of wounded would exceed 3,000. There were even some
The wounded returned to the team after recovering from their injuries, only to be sent over again due to injuries.
Besides, now is the hottest season, and some civilians are sick. The hospital is worried about an epidemic, so they all use sulfonamides for these people.
The sulfonamides have finally been exhausted, and now we have no anti-inflammatory drugs.
In addition, the anesthetic was also exhausted. We tried to use vodka to intoxicate the injured before operating, but the effect was not good and it was a waste of alcohol.
When performing surgery now, we can only ask the wounded to bite a stick and have someone hold down the wounded to suppress their shaking. We forcefully remove the shrapnel from the wounded and suture the wound. However, without sulfa, we hope that wiping the wound with vodka to disinfect it will eliminate tetanus. The effect is
It’s really unsatisfactory.”
"It's... such a terrible fact."
"Alas!" Hangelberg shook his head helplessly, "Today, Dr. Raslyutin led more than a dozen people to collect herbs, mainly dandelions. There are a lot more in the recipes for patients' meals.
Pickled radish. We used the collected herbs to make soup, and deceived the wounded that it was a medicinal soup that could speed up wound healing. In fact, it was basically a comfort to the wounded. In fact, fifty people died yesterday alone, almost all of them from vandalism.
Cold!"
"Is it so serious?"
Yang Mingzhi finally couldn't restrain his inner shock.
Hangelberg shook his head helplessly: "We really need medicine, but how is it possible? I solemnly ask you, since the army has liberated Lechica, there should be a hospital there! I think, after the siege is over,
, the wounded there have used these medicines, and there should be some leftovers! I hope you can order the frontline troops to allocate some of the medicines to curb the increasing number of deaths here."
He and Yang Tao were all talking about the same problem. Obviously, they didn't know about the Lechica airdrop that happened in the morning.
Yang Mingzhi shrugged and said: "The situation will not get worse. Hangelberg, let me tell you some good news. The superiors dispatched long-range transport planes to airdrop a large amount of supplies to Lieqica. This includes medicines, and the quantity is very large.
many."
"Really?!" For a moment, Hangelberg's dim eyes became piercing, as if a dying patient had received a shot in the arm.
"Actually, I am very concerned about the situation in the hospital, but I didn't expect that a large number of wounded people died of tetanus and wound infection. The situation will not get worse. Before I came, a special transport team had been arranged, and it would arrive as soon as tomorrow
The medicines will be delivered at ten o'clock in the morning!"
Hearing this, Hangelberg, as a grown man, burst into tears of excitement.
Star Tao couldn't understand the English conversation between the two men at all. Judging from the expressions of her husband and Hangelberg, she guessed that perhaps the problem of treating the wounded had been properly solved.
Yang Mingzhi noticed his wife's curious eyes and just smiled slightly.
I came to the hospital just for inspection. The wounded were using their own perseverance to fight against the silk wounds and the bacteria in their bodies. In fact, they could have endured it for more than ten hours. Then, it is very necessary to explain this to all the wounded.
A fact.
"Hangelberg, Bessika, please gather all the nurses in the large ward. I have something important to announce to all the medical staff and the wounded."
"Announce? Announce what?"
"Silly girl." Yang Mingzhi touched his wife's curious little head, "Of course the medicine will arrive tomorrow. Don't ask nonsense, act quickly."
Star Tao's mind was buzzing, and after a while, she herself went to the large ward with almost no space and full of injured people.
Yang Mingzhi was wearing a military uniform, and the smell of gunpowder smoke emanating from his body was actually very strong, but it was masked by the smell of vodka that filled the ward. However, many wounded soldiers still smelled the smell of the battlefield, not to mention that the general himself was here, and many of them were suffering from fever.
The wounded man cheered up.
Yang Mingzhi didn't talk nonsense. He announced to everyone in his loudest voice that a large amount of medicine would arrive tomorrow.
"Comrades! Especially those comrades with fever! You don't have to worry at all that you won't be able to resist. I give you a death order. No matter what, you must persist until noon tomorrow. As long as you persist until then, the medicines dropped by superiors will arrive.
!”
The hospital is a place where silence is required. After Yang Mingzhi announced this exciting good news, the whole ward was boiling. Even the patient who was tortured by the high fever and could only breathe, shouted "Ula" in a weak voice.
Human beings are very magical. If they fall into absolute despair, they will choose to commit suicide. However, even if there is a glimmer of hope, the dying person can persist until hope comes.
"I really hope that even if you are on your deathbed, you can hold on until noon tomorrow..."