Zhang Yan couldn't laugh or cry after hearing Wen Youliang's explanation. This guy was really unlucky.

As for whether intentional harm is involved, doctors are not police officers. They only treat illnesses and save lives.

"Sister Zheng, you see this is such a big deal, I have to send Master Wen to the hospital first, why don't you come back in the afternoon." Zhang Yan said apologetically to Aunt Zheng.

"It's okay. Sister, don't worry about this illness. No one will die if it's too late.

You can take Xiao Wen to the hospital first!" Aunt Zheng waved her hand and said understandingly.

In this era, workers are the big brothers, and they take things like injuries to workers very seriously. The factory office quickly sent a car.

Also accompanying him were Master Wen's master Yu Hongsheng and a canteen helper.

Everyone took a GAZ jeep and headed to the hospital.

Zhang Yan also got on the Gas Jeep and performed compressions on Wen Youliang to stop the bleeding throughout the process.

It is also possible to tie the wound above to stop the bleeding, but that will prevent the blood circulation of the entire arm blood vessels, which will affect the muscle function of the entire arm over time.

Zhang Yan's current compression to stop bleeding only targets the radial artery of the wrist, and some other small blood vessels provide compensatory blood supply. In a short period of time, it will not affect the muscle function of the palm of the hand.

Along the way, Zhang Yan had been thinking that if there was an operating room, then such an injury would not need to be sent to the hospital at all. He could do it in the operating room of the medical office.

It's a pity that the current medical clinics are in poor condition and can only perform muscle and skin suturing surgery.

Speeding all the way to Xicheng Hospital.

After some examination, just as Zhang Yan said, the radial artery on the wrist was severed and had to be sutured.

"The radial artery is severed. Thanks to the doctor's timely compression to stop the bleeding, otherwise it would have taken at least more than half an hour to get here from your Red Star Steel Rolling Plant. This time is enough to endanger the patient's life." The doctor who examined Wen Youliang's wound said

After finishing the situation, he told Wen Youliang and Yu Hongsheng.

It was also the doctor who was in a good mood today, so he said something fair for his colleagues.

"Thank you, Dr. Zhang!"

"Thank you, Dr. Zhang. If it weren't for you, Liangzi would have had his shortcomings and I wouldn't have been able to explain it to his parents." Yu Hongsheng held Zhang Yan's hand and thanked him.

"Master Yu, Master Wen, you are too polite. It is our doctor's duty to treat illnesses and save lives."

"Young comrade said it right, it is our doctor's duty to treat illnesses and save lives!" The middle-aged doctor praised Zhang Yan, and then arranged for the nurse to send Wen Youliang to the operating room.

The middle-aged doctor was about to enter the operating room. When he saw Zhang Yan standing aside, he suddenly asked: "Comrade, do you want to go into the operating room together?"

Zhao Pengcheng is in a really good mood today. His daughter-in-law is finally pregnant and his old Xie family has a baby. He is in a good mood and enjoys everything he sees.

Therefore, I wanted to give Zhang Yan some impromptu support.

Zhang Yan also wanted to see what the operating room of this era looked like.

"Thank you Dr. Zhao!" Zhang Yan followed into the operating room.

"Xiao Li, get a set of sterile gowns for Dr. Zhang." Zhao Pengcheng ordered the nurse in the operating room.

After putting on sterile clothes, Zhang Yan skillfully brushed his hands in the sink.

"You're very skilled at brushing your hands! Who graduated from that school?" Zhao Pengcheng asked with a smile while brushing his hands.

"I never went to school, I learned medical skills by myself in the army.

If you perform surgery on the battlefield, you may still have a chance of survival, but if you don't do it, you will have to wait for death.

I was also rushing to the shelves and forcing myself to have surgery.

It doesn’t matter whether your skills are rough or not, just work hard and do it a lot, and you’ll get better at it.”

"Yes, there is no time to pay so much attention on the battlefield.

Is it possible to suture blood vessels?" Zhao Pengcheng heard that Zhang Yan learned surgery by himself in the army, and he became interested.

"Yes, our Red Star Hospital does not have an operating room, otherwise we wouldn't bother you with minor surgeries like blood vessel suturing." Zhang Yan said with a confident smile.

"Oh, I'm quite confident!

Okay, you will perform the surgery later, and I will also see how the surgery practiced in the army is like." Zhao Pengcheng said directly.

It was in this era when hospital management was not so strict that Zhao Pengcheng dared to do this.

In this era, there are only young doctors, middle-aged doctors, old doctors, plus their positions, such as director and deputy director of a certain department.

In the 1950s, there was no professional title assessment for doctors in China, and there were no distinctions between residents, attending physicians, deputy chief physicians, and chief physicians.

Management is not that strict either.

Zhang Yan said he would do it, and if Zhao Pengcheng dared to let him do it, Zhang Yan would also dare to do it. The matter was settled simply.

After brushing his hands, putting on surgical clothes and gloves, Zhang Yan confidently stood in the position of the surgeon.

"tweezers!"

Zhang Yan stretched out his hand and shouted.

The instrument nurse was stunned, but still obeyed and put the forceps into Zhang Yan's hand.

Zhang Yan took the tweezers and carefully inspected the wound.

The main thing is to see if there is any damage to the nerves.

The most common symptom of radial artery rupture is accompanied by nerve rupture.

After the examination, Zhang Yanchang breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Wen Youliang was lucky. It was just a rupture of the radial artery and no nerve damage.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒM

If the nerve is really injured, Zhang Yanke will make a fool of himself. He hasn't mastered the nerve suturing technique yet.

Putting down the tweezers, he picked up the scalpel and made a cut on Wen Youliang's wrist, in order to better anastomose the blood vessels and open up the surgical field.

Then began the vascular anastomosis.

Vascular anastomosis is not difficult and can only be regarded as basic surgical skills. However, after expansion, vascular anastomosis also exists from first-level surgery to fourth-level surgery.

In ten minutes, the operation was completed, the vascular clamp was opened, and the blood flow was smooth, indicating that the operation was successful.

Zhao Pengcheng, who was watching the whole process, had only one word in his heart, Cao!

There is indeed a crouching tiger, hidden dragon in the army.

Zhe is so young and the surgery is so awesome. No matter how big it is, how can it still be done?

A layman watches the excitement, an expert watches the door.

What Zhao Pengcheng paid attention to was not the vascular anastomosis, but Zhang Yan's hands, which were slender and powerful and performed operations steadily and dexterously. They were simply born surgical hands.

"Xiao Zhang, I'm sorry, is it okay to call you Xiao Zhang?"

"No problem, Doctor Zhao, you are the senior, just call me Xiao Zhang."

"Your surgery was very good, very standard. I don't look like a self-taught wild child, but more like someone who came from a major."

"I learned all my medical skills by myself through the book "Practical Surgery". I thought about it myself, and then..."

Although Zhang Yan was silent, Zhao Pengcheng understood what he meant. There was no shortage of wounded on the battlefield, but there was a shortage of doctors. Therefore, Zhang Yan was bold and dared to operate on his comrades just by reading "Practical Surgery" for a few days. , the army leaders were also brave. Zhang Yan dared to perform the surgery, and they also dared to agree.

In fact, this is all impossible and forced.

If you do surgery, you still have a chance of survival. If you don't do it, you will die.

Which one to choose?

"Do you want to come to our hospital? Although our hospital is not as good as Jishuitan or Peking University Affiliated Hospital, it is still a regular hospital and cannot be compared to your Red Star Hospital." Zhao Pengcheng asked with a smile.

Zhao Pengcheng is the chief director of the general surgery department. He has the right to keep a doctor in the hospital because of his good words.

"Thank you Dr. Zhao for your kindness. I still want to stay in Red Star Hospital. Although the conditions there are a little more difficult, they are not insurmountable.

The workers in the factory also need me." Zhang Yan was very moved, but still shook his head.

The surgical skills he currently knows are too few, and he may not be reused in the hospital.

It's better to stay in Red Star Hospital and complete the first level of general surgery first.

As for the operating room, he planned to go back and talk to the old man, Dean Liang.

Dean Liang is also a veteran military doctor. Like him, he was a retired medical soldier.

"Don't think about it anymore? You are still young and have a long road ahead. Staying in Red Star Hospital will only waste your talent." Zhao Pengcheng really started to love talents.

A young man who can perform surgery so well by relying on self-study is worthy of training.

"Thank you Dr. Zhao for your kindness. I still hope to stay in Red Star Hospital for the time being. When one day I can no longer survive in Red Star Hospital, I will definitely come to Dr. Zhao." Zhang Yan declined again.

"Okay! If I want to have surgery in the future, I'll come over and visit."

Zhao Pengcheng did not continue to persuade him. He just saw that Zhang Yan did well in the operation, so he became interested in talents. He did not insist on dragging Zhang Yan to the hospital.

In this era, although there is a shortage of doctors, it is not that simple to get into the hospital. To get Zhang Yan into the hospital, he also needs to owe the director a favor.

Wen Youliang only injured his radial artery, which did not affect his walking, so he walked out of the operating room by himself after the anesthesia wore off.

"How about it?"

"Doctor, how is Liangzi?"

"It's okay, the operation was successful. Here, Master Wen is out." Zhang Yan pointed to Wen Youliang who came out.
To be continued...