In the West China, in the courtyard, experienced emergency doctors stood directly in the courtyard, triaging the rescued injured people who were transported from truckloads.

Xie Ning was next to the doctor, busy in silence.

At the beginning, I helped carry the patient, escort the patient to the ward and the operating room.

As volunteers joined one after another, middle-aged and elderly people like Xie Ning were squeezed aside by the young men.

People were anxious and red, but they didn't talk about respecting the elderly and loving the young.

Xie Ning stood in front of a wall, holding the paper and pen brought from the emergency department in his hand, and distributed it to the living survivors and relatives who were looking for their relatives.

Behind him was an ordinary wall. Not long ago, an old man who was rescued from the disaster area looked for paper and pens everywhere with tears in his eyes.

After writing down the last location and appearance of the missing relative, the old man cried silently.

Perhaps this farewell is a farewell forever.

Seeing that the old man's words were messy and his expression was unclear, Xie Ning asked about the old man's specific appearance and characteristics, he rewritten a copy and silently posted the missing person notice to the wall.

If you have one, you will have the next one.

Soon, a long wall was covered with missing person notices.

The wind blew, and the white paper roared, as if crying.

The seemingly simple work quickly consumed Xie Ning's energy. During this period, he started smoking again. It seemed that the spicy stimulation of tobacco could make him feel that he was more... fresher.

He saved even his sleep during the rest of the time and was busy day and night.

The sound of the ambulance is no longer so harsh, but it seems a little pleasant. After all, the arrival of ambulances means that a large number of injured people have been rescued and sent.

With her back against West China Hospital, most of the injured can receive timely and appropriate treatment.

The doctors in West China, like the 912 Hospital, were taken away by a car by a car when the emergency department left at home during the earthquake.

Afterwards, the leave was cancelled, all the doctors were recalled and they began to be busy day and night.

Another car of injured people was sent. Xie Ning looked at him from afar. Although he was tired and numb, he still habitually analyzed the severity of the patient from some small movements and whether he still had the value of rescue.

But this time, Xie Ning saw that the gray-haired director of the West China Emergency Department seemed to have something wrong.

The director of the emergency department looked at the patient, a little surprised and surprised, and did not triage the patient as before.

It was very strange. Xie Ning found a place to paste the missing person notice in his hand, trying not to affect the missing person notice around him, and then came over.

"Where is the operation?" The old director of the emergency department asked in surprise when he saw the incision material on the patient's abdomen.

A doctor got off the car and reported the patient's specific situation.

"It was the patient picked up by the helicopter, and it is said that he was injured in an isolated island that he could not enter. The doctor who entered the front line had an emergency surgery and wrote down the patient's diagnosis, treatment, and future suggestions, and tied them to the patient."

The old director frowned. Can I perform third- and fourth-level surgical operations in an isolated area ahead?

There should be no such conditions. This is the first batch of postoperative patients with third- and fourth-level surgery he received.

The others are at most simple orthopedic splint fixation and simple debridement and suture.

However, time is tight. Although the patient has already determined the blood type and started transfusions, he sees that his condition is not stable and needs to be sent to the corresponding department immediately to confirm the diagnosis and subsequent treatment.

The old director saw that the patient had tape on his body with a strong plastic bag pasted layer by layer. He tore off one of the patients' tape, took out the paper inside, and looked at it carefully.

It was a tissue, wet, with a bit blurry handwriting on it, but it did not affect reading.

Hemorrhagic shock, liver rupture, liver rupture and sutures have been performed under local anesthesia. The surgeon wrote his own suggestions later - blood transfusion, general surgery secondary opening, and after debridement, ICU anti-shock treatment.

This is the advice of frontline personnel, and the director of the emergency department will not refuse.

Then the handling of this group of people is much simpler, just sending it to general surgery directly.

Although more than a dozen seriously injured people were dying, they arrived in West China alive.

As long as you come to West China, it will not be so easy even if you want to die. The director of the emergency department is confident in this regard.

But his expression was strange and full of incredible expression.

After all the patients were triage, the doctor under his subordinate escorted the patient to the corresponding department, the old director's brows frowned.

"Director, what's wrong?" Xie Ning handed over a cigarette and asked.

"Ningzi, why don't you go and rest for a while?" the old director asked.

He didn't know what Xie Ning was called, and Xie Ning didn't say it, just said he could just call him Ningzi. As for those little doctors, it would be enough to call him Brother Ning or Uncle Ning.

There is no need to know each other. In a few days, the earthquake relief will be over. The sky will be separated and each other will be forgotten in the rivers and seas.

"Not tired." Xie Ning also lit a cigarette and took advantage of the short interval to slowly move. "Those patients just now look different from others."

"Yes. I had the surgery on the front line, otherwise I would definitely not be able to survive now." The old director took a deep breath of cigarettes and said in confusion: "But it said on paper that the surgery was performed by local anesthesia. I believe in the previous conditions, local anesthesia, but if the surgery... local anesthesia was cut off the spleen and liver? I have never seen it."

"What if he doesn't matter, as long as people come here alive, it's enough." Xie Ning said freely and smiled.

This makes sense, and now is not the time to study academic issues.

The old director smiled, took a few sips of cigarettes, and then snatched them out.

There are not many patients sent here now, but it is said that the large army has entered. It can be foreseen that in the following days and nights, there will be a huge peak waiting for me.

This is not only the West China, but also the provincial court and the municipal court.

There are huge abortions and many patients needing surgery, so I am afraid that the doctors in the hospital department will not be busy.

I can't say that I need to do surgery by myself.

Take advantage of the present and find a place to take a nap.

I really don’t know when I can go to bed next time.

"Ningzi, you can do it first, I'll find a place to take a nap for a while." said the old director.

Xie Ning watched the old director call a capable doctor under his command to wait for triage, and then left. He also put out the cigarette and started to work hard again.

Some people are lucky, leaving names and physical signs on the wall of searching for people. Xie Ning's mind is like a computer, and it only matches it for a moment.

The separated people met again and hugged each other to celebrate, and Xie Ning was sincerely happy for them.

But most people can't wait for the result, and their relatives have long been farewell to them.

Only the paper brushes on the wall of searching for people are blown by the wind, leaving behind concern and memorial in this world.
Chapter completed!