The silver-white moon hung up. Over the small plateau county, the moon really seemed to be hanging on a tree branch, as if you could stretch out your hand and pull the moon into your arms. Here, at night, the sky and the ground are

It just feels like it's blended together.

A pollution-free city can definitely make people feel what it means to have a bright moon and sparse stars. In normal times, bold young women like Bayin and the others might be singing and dancing if they had a sip of wine.

Really, people in inland urban areas definitely don’t understand the living conditions of frontier people. Although their lives are not as convenient as those in big cities, and their income is not as high as those in big cities, they definitely live a pleasant life. It can be said that in small cities

People living in the city have richer emotions, while people in big cities have all their emotions to fight against the pressure of life.

However, this kind of people, the less stressed they are on weekdays, the more difficult it is to calm down when they encounter setbacks, and may even easily lead to collapse.

Bayin had never felt that ten hours was so long in his life. If his superiors had not told him to hold on for ten hours and have no expectations, Bayin might not have felt so long and torturous. But now he has expectations and waiting.

Really, the young woman was standing next to the operating table. Although her upper body kept cooperating with Zhang Fan, she had to move this way and that, sometimes it was too light and sometimes it was too heavy. She still had to accept it from time to time.

A word of criticism.

To be honest, Bayin really wants to tear Zhang Fan into parts now. He keeps complaining in his heart: "Is this job done by me? I want to play with me, but I think my skills are not up to par. If you have the ability, don't play with me."

Ah, go find someone else!"

Of course, Bayin secretly rolled his eyes at Zhang Fan and kept praising the villain in his heart.

The upper body worked hard to get into the posture Zhang Fan needed, while the toes of Bayin's lower body were like fingers, digging into the slippers, almost digging out five holes in the slippers.

Really, it takes too much stockings!

"Zhang Yuan, there are more and more patients, and the operating room is not enough!" Lao Gao came in again dragging his body like a dead dog. He really had no choice, otherwise he wouldn't have come in at this time to give Zhang Fan a hard time.

Zhang Fan bit his lip with his teeth under the mask, and he actually bit his lip. Zhang Yuan, Zhang Yuan! It sounds very cool, but this thing is responsibility.

The vague moans of pain and crying made him feel particularly agitated.

"One operation has one doctor and one nurse, and people can still persevere, but the operating room cannot be vacated. Now the things that need to be operated cannot be operated, and many patients can only receive symptomatic treatment! The consequences..."

Lao Gao spoke in a low voice, and Zhang Fan sounded even more low-pitched.

For the injured in the disaster area, this is not a chronic disease in the hospital's internal medicine department. Although symptomatic treatment cannot cure the disease, it will not cause other major problems.

As for the injured, it's different. Almost all serious injuries here require surgery, and what the hell is symptomatic treatment?

If you bleed, try to stop the bleeding. If it hurts too much, I'll give you an injection of analgesia or pethidine, and the rest will be fine.

It can be said that now it is a matter of survival. It is really a matter of survival. It is to see who can survive the bye in the operating room.

Zhang Fan gritted his teeth, as if he had caused this disaster, "Prioritize children! Prioritize critically ill children!"

These words are really heavy. Really, the words seem to come out as soon as you open your mouth, but whoever said these words knows the torment and pressure in his heart.

Because this sentence determines life and death, but it does not determine a person's life or death. Really, Zhang Fan felt like he was an executioner.

"Hey! Okay!" Lao Gao said for a long time, then said helplessly, turned around and went out again.

He also had no time to spare. While he was responsible for triaging the injured, he was also responsible for suturing and debriding and disinfecting patients with minor injuries in the green area.

One operation followed another, "Let's drink Red Bull!" After the operation, Bayin looked at Zhang Fan and asked in a low voice.

Because in the operating room, the circulating nurses have long been taken away as instrument nurses or surgical assistants. Now Bayin not only has to be an assistant, but also an instrument nurse, a circulating nurse, and is responsible for Zhang Fan's other matters.

"Don't drink!" Zhang Fan said irritably.

"How will you have the strength to scold me if you don't drink?" Bayin timidly said to Zhang Fan.

Just one sentence made Zhang Fan, who was originally agitated, suddenly feel a lot more relaxed.

"Sorry, today is really..."

"It's okay, I understand, I understand, hurry up and get the lipstick!"

While handing over the opened Red Bull, Bayin regretted and scolded himself, "You worthless job, why are you so cheap! Isn't it good to make him foam at the white of his mouth from exhaustion!"

In another operating room, Wang Yanan was crying while undergoing surgery.

She cried silently because she stood for too long and her legs and waist hurt. The most annoying thing was that her menstrual period had not come yet, and she felt faint abdominal pain.

It made Wang Yanan feel uncomfortable all over. There were many surgeries and long working hours, which made the already uncomfortable body even more uncomfortable. It was like eating a mouthful of meat and chewing it for a long time. In the end, not a bit went into the stomach, and it was all stuffed into the teeth.

Sewn.

Then I couldn't pick my teeth, and I couldn't even express how uncomfortable it was.

The tomboy Wang Yanan was in the hospital, gritting her teeth and fighting with a bunch of young men, and she finally got a place in the department.

Walking on the plateau into the disaster area, she gritted her teeth and did not let the soldiers carry her on her back like the nurses. Instead, she gritted her teeth and walked into the disaster area like the male doctors.

But now, the pain of the menstrual period was added to the originally aching body. She felt aggrieved and sad.

"Am I wrong to choose orthopedics? Shouldn't I be an orthopedic surgeon?" The girl felt aggrieved, but not a word came out of her mouth.

Tears were about to fall out of her eyes quietly. She turned her head and asked the anesthesiologist to wipe her with a towel.

No one cares what happened to her at this time!

For ten hours, the soldiers stayed on the front line with searchlights on, and the doctors and nurses stood upright in the operating room for ten hours.

These ten hours are like the final test, both mentally and physically. It is a real test for these first group of young people to enter.

Some collapsed, looking at the endless ruins of walls, looking at their hands and legs that had lost strength, crying and disappointed, really.

"Little baby, don't cry. Without you, we people would be dead, come and eat the milk!" The surviving old woman took the canned food hidden in her arms and tremblingly wanted to feed the milk.

To this young soldier who is crying quietly.

Except for her, the whole family was buried under it. This mouthful of milk was the last thing she wanted to bring out from home! But looking at the soldier who was a few years older than her grandson, the old lady was like coaxing her own grandson.

Coax the child in front of you!

Yes, especially these military nurses. When they put on military uniforms and coats, they are all military nurses. When they take off their military uniforms and coats, they are just children, children who can act coquettishly in their parents' arms.

But now, these ten abrupt hours have made them endure suffering that their peers could never imagine.

In fact, let alone Wang Yanan, even Zhang Fan wants to cry at this time, really! It doesn't matter if Wang Yanan cries, but if Zhang Fan cries on the operating table at this time, this site will probably be greatly affected.

After Wang Yanan cried for a while, his mood inexplicably improved a lot. Really, the pain obviously weakened a lot all of a sudden.

To be honest, crying, menstruation is really the best magic weapon for women to stay young. Xue Fei, who followed the soldiers to find survivors, really wanted to catch up with them on his knees this time.

In the past, he was just a little doctor, and he was also the kind of person who complained about everything, scolding his leaders as fatuous and his colleagues as lazy, but in the middle he was the smart one.

By chance, he became the leader at the time of the mudslide and became the deputy director of the hospital's emergency center. Although he was the deputy director but the director was about to retire, he was equivalent to the director of the hospital's emergency center.

Now, his leadership is wise and his peers are hard-working. Therefore, now he not only has to be a good doctor, but also sets a good example for the doctors below.

The rescue team of Huaguo doctors is not the general’s army. Brothers, let me fight. This team is fought by brothers and me!

Xue Fei was so tired that he almost called his mother, and he still had to work hard to act as a psychological counselor for other young doctors.

He really wanted someone to come and give him some guidance! Occasionally, when he could stop and take a rest, he would ask himself again, "Isn't it delicious to play mahjong, drink tea, and argue with old ladies? Why are you and me now?"

As tired as a donkey!"

But after drinking the water, he would continue to search for survivors and provide first-hand treatment.

They are all ordinary people, and no one is born to be a hero who can save others from fire and water!

At dawn, when the morning star hung in the sky, there was a rumble in the distance.

The people at the treatment point, as well as the doctors and nurses, all subconsciously wanted to hide. Everyone thought there was another aftershock. But it turned out that something was wrong, the sound was continuous.

"Zhang Yuan, Zhang Yuan, the road is open! The road is open!"

Lao Gao seemed to have aged seven or eight years overnight. He stood happily at the door of the operating room, like a child, with tears on his face, but he smiled so happily.

"It's here, it's finally here!" The big stone in Zhang Fan's heart finally fell.

The superior said it would take ten hours, but in fact it only took eight small roads.

Vehicles, teams, and people entered the disaster area with great voices.

Ouyang was the general manager at the second-level hospital, and Zhao Jingjin was in charge of surgery at the second-level hospital. At this time, Lao Ju led a large team of doctors to the emergency treatment point.
Chapter completed!