A few minutes later, the dying Wang Wei and the devilish Ang Di who was seriously injured by him were taken by the "CH-Super Stallion" helicopter towards Xiang Island.
"Code Blue! Code Blue!"
Late at night, the emergency call sounded from the loudspeaker in the corridor of the Hong Kong Police Station Hospital.
The emergency team hurriedly gathered at the entrance of the ambulance, and the huge roar of the helicopter could be heard in the distance.
The police hospital has a simple appearance and is brown in color. It has three floors. It stands on high ground and is hidden among dense trees. Under the light, through the tree wires, you can see the helicopter spinning its huge blades and slowly landing.
The hospital has 192 beds, two modern operating rooms, a series of treatment examination rooms and administrative offices.
It's a busy Friday.
There are usually not many people hospitalized in the rooftop ward. The police station is located in the nearby East Gate Fort Lee Fort. People nearby also like to come to this hospital to see the doctor. On weekends, there are visitors and visitors to the surrounding markets and amusement parks.
Tour groups come for vacation.
Dr. Frank is a veteran British man who has been working at Hong Kong Hospital and is sewing the head of an injured person. He broke his head in a bar brawl.
Looking around, there were more than a dozen injured waiting to be bandaged.
"It's almost like a military field hospital here. It's like a fucking war."
"They only fight this kind of war, haha. These little hooligans are all dissatisfied and go crazy in the city every weekend."
He finished the last stitch and said, "Young man, you are as good as ever and can go to war again!"
At this moment, a burst of ambulance sirens suddenly came from far and near.
"Okay, gentlemen. You can go out. Ladies, we'd better go to the emergency room now."
The police hospital and the head doctor and nurse have been notified that they need to be ready to rescue a hero. The injured person rushed in from the ambulance is from the Xiangdao Police Station, but he is not a new special police officer, but a handsome young man.
The man, now covered in blood and soaked to the skin, was quickly carried in on a stretcher and was already in a state of severe shock.
The same was true for the other person, but his appearance was even more miserable. He was tall and strong, and he had become like a corpse. He was no longer breathing and was rushed to another room.
At this time, Wang Weiwei was sweating all over his body and had difficulty breathing. His wet clothes and trousers were filled with blood.
Zhang Duanzheng, Yu Limei, Li Bing and others were also soaked to the skin and very tired. They were anxious, not knowing whether Wang Wei could survive this hell, and were ready to donate blood at any time.
Then the people who came to escort Wang Wei and Southeast Asia's No. 1 Assassin were several completely different special police officers. They were ordered to take over the original people and were responsible for protecting Wang Wei, Southeast Asia's No. 1 Assassin and the hospital nurse.
Frank felt Wang Wei's pulse and found it was beating very, very weakly.
He turned around and asked the Hong Kong Investigation Bureau personnel who sent Wang Weilai:
"How did you get hurt?"
"Chasing the murderer King Ang Di, you know, that guy is the number one assassin in Southeast Asia. This brave SWAT officer refuses to let go, showing incredible courage and extraordinary performance. Please help him! We need him!!"
"Of course - check whether his lungs have shrunk." He told the beautiful nurse, looked at Wang Wei's face doubtfully, and said loudly: "The chest X-ray will be developed in three minutes."
The assistant observed that the patient's jugular vein had bulged and said to Frank and Court: "The vein is dilated and the pericardium may have been punctured."
The pericardium was punctured, which meant that the capsule protecting Wang Wei's heart was congested, compressing the heart and preventing it from beating normally.
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The beautiful nurse who suddenly took the blood pressure exclaimed: "God, the blood pressure cannot drop normally!"
Several pairs of eyes hurriedly turned to the green screen on one side, and the electrocardiogram was beating slowly.
Wang Wei's life is in danger.
A nurse hurriedly walked in with a chest X-ray. Dr. Frank took a look and said: "It is indeed pericardial congestion and tamponade. The situation is very bad."
As expected, there are holes in his heart and his lungs have shrunk. This means that the young man with a typical face on the bed is dying. There is a possibility of losing vitality and life at any time. Wang Wei seems to have heard something in his trance.
I cried secretly for a while, "Oh my god, this, this, can I still survive?"
No, I can't die! I haven't found my mother yet, I must find her and fulfill my brother's wish!
"Intubate and expand the chest!" The British doctor responded calmly. His tone was calm. Although he was very anxious, his facial expression was full of responsibility and urgency. Wang Wei's Chinese face surprised him and secretly admired him. As a British man,
, he may not care about the police station, and he may not necessarily know that the other injured person waiting for him to rescue is the notorious number one assassin in Southeast Asia!
Angdi had heard about it for a long time. He saw news about this devil on TV, newspapers and news almost every day.
"Call the anesthesiologist, hurry up, open the chest immediately and insert the tube!"
"Okay!" The anesthesiologist rushed over, and a nurse handed the tracheal intubation to Dr. Court. Dr. Frank nodded to him: "Insert it right away! Don't hesitate, Court!"
Cotter carefully inserted the trachea into the trachea of the unconscious Wang Wei, with one end of the tube connected to a bag. Cotter squeezed the bag rhythmically to deliver oxygen to the injured man's lungs.
The strange thing is that the electrocardiograph beats more slowly, the curve begins to become a straight line, and the breath of death has ruthlessly come to Wang Wei again.
"He's dead."
Ah, no, there was no time to push the wounded person to the operating room. Dr. Frank waved his hand angrily and made a decisive decision, "Open the chest immediately! Now, scalpel!"
All work quickly started around this instruction. Frank took the scalpel and immediately opened the wounded man's chest. No blood spattered because the blood had already filled the pericardium. The cold seawater fell drop by drop on Wang Wei's body.
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"Retractor!"
"Damn it," he couldn't help but mutter to himself. He took the instrument, put it into the wounded man's chest with force, and opened the ribs.
"Scissors! Get out of the way!"
Dr. Frank had never lost his composure like this before, but he was obviously anxious. He leaned closer so that his hands could reach the pericardium for one more second. As soon as the scissors were inserted, the blood accumulated in the pericardium spurted out, killing him.
and auxiliary nurse staff were covered in splashes.
He reached in and massaged his heart directly. Looking back, the electrocardiogram began to beat magically again, and the pulse appeared. He saw a wound on the top of the left ventricle. Wang Wei, who was in a deep coma, breathed out gently...
"Send to the operating room!"
"Be quick!"
"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Several well-trained female nurses gently pushed the bed frame cart and trotted along.
Three minutes later, Dr. Frank, who put on surgical clothes and strode into the operating room, saw that his seriously injured patient and heroic pursuer, Wang Wei, was already lying on the operating table.
"Blood transfusion! 1000 ml!"
He shouted the instructions without hesitation, and there was no time to test the blood type - so, the "O" blood that anyone could transfuse was dripped into the veins of the wounded.
After the blood transfusion began, Dr. Frank's orders came one after another: "Chest tube!"
"Pah!" the nurse handed it to him.
Wang Wei's serious injury frightened these doctors and nurses. They worked intensively for more than eight hours until everything seemed to be under control quickly and effectively, and the situation began to improve greatly and convincingly.
, Dr. Frank was already exactly like the wounded man on the bed, also covered in blood.
A series of overly stressful and exciting tasks, while the wounded man received miraculous and timely treatment, he was already so tired that he was trembling with wetness. Nurses kept wiping the sweat from his face.
Dr. Cotter said: "Dr. Frank, you need to take a rest. I will complete the last minor surgery while you go change clothes."
Dr. Frank's surgical gown was dripping with blood and stained with blood. This was almost a face-to-face fight with death. He won again.
Wang Wei also won.
He looked at the monitor and saw that Wang Wei's heart restarted and beat firmly and forcefully.
"Thanks."
He turned around and left in exhaustion, muttering silently in his heart: "Oh God, I met an immortal god!"