To be fair, if there are skilled blood transfusion doctors and matching special staplers, even blood transfusion surgery will not be that difficult. The problem is that Song Junxing does not specialize in this. If it is maxillofacial trauma, he can do it without any problem.
He immodestly claims to be the most authoritative expert in this time and space, but he may not be much better at suturing blood vessels than a senior naturalized civilian doctor like Lao Xie.
"Our requirements for blood transfusion are not high, and we adopt the simplest technology in emergency situations, so even the most inexperienced doctors can complete it on the front line..."
Song Junxing recalled Lin Motian's public pledge, he couldn't help but pursed his lips, quickly took the instrument bag and walked to the emergency operating room.
"I'm afraid of birds. Let's sew it up first." Song Junxing encouraged himself in his heart. Anyway, in recent years, everyone has been trying hard to get the ducks on the shelves.
Preparations for laparotomy were basically in place, and the large dark green sheet had covered the injured tightly - leaving only one arm stretched far out for blood transfusion.
The sterile conditions of this era cannot be compared with those of the old dimension, let alone the Fire Line Health Clinic in the quasi-public security area. It is already very good to have a large single shop. Song Junxing did not say anything and began to disinfect and spread drapes on his arms.
After being sent to the operating room, Chen Ruihe's work ended here - the two second-line doctors were on the operating table, and as a front-line doctor, he had to be busy in the front clinic.
However, the emergency situation is much better now: the reception of the wounded has basically been completed. If the wounded cannot return to the county after dark, they will basically not be able to see the sun the next day. Occasionally, there will be a person who is not seriously injured or has a companion.
The lucky ones who took care of them looked at the light of the fire and returned to the county town, while the others just disappeared into the dense forests along the way. The bodies of some people would be found after dawn, while others turned into two words on the certificate:
Missing.
Chen Ruihe stretched and glanced into the observation room: Wang Chuyi had been sent to the orthopedics department to prepare for amputation. Thinking of the tourniquet that had not been loosened, Chen Ruihe sighed.
Shaked his head.
It was already early in the morning after Xie Yao's exploratory laparotomy: the spleen could not be saved, so it was cut off. With his eyes red, Xie told the nurse that he had something to call me, opened the door and went to sleep in the duty room.
The night shift was quite smooth, with Xie Yao and Chen Ruihe basically getting three or four hours of sleep each: Chen Ruihe was already very satisfied with this.
"How do you feel now that you have started to work independently?" Xie Yao asked as he finished his shift and sat in the county cafeteria. Both of them were very relaxed, while eating and drinking.
"It's okay..." Chen Ruihe said slowly, "It's just too...a bit messy..."
"Are you scared?"
"It was a bit awkward at first." Chen Ruihe was a little embarrassed, "I have seen people injured while working in Guangzhou, but these frontline soldiers were covered in blood, their legs and feet were smashed into pulp, and their flesh was infested with insects.
, but it’s much scarier than Guangzhou. If you ask me...this may be disrespectful, it’s a bit like the world of the Ming Dynasty.”
"You have said this. The patients in the emergency room are all very frightened: the emergency room is the place most like the Ming Dynasty under the rule of the Senate." Xie Yao said with emotion, "Every time I go to the emergency room, I feel so miserable.
It reminds me of the previous days: except for crying and shouting, you can't hear any other sounds; the smell, there is the smell of feces, urine and putrefaction everywhere, and if you look around, you can see that the ground is full of people who are almost out of breath.
and people who have lost their vitality. You feel uncomfortable, but you can just watch. It's insignificant to do anything. You can't save their lives, you can only watch them die. Just die, but it's better to die.
He has no personal appearance. No matter you are a high-ranking official or you wear short brown clothes, you will always look the same when disaster strikes."
"Insignificant...?" Chen Ruihe felt as if his outlook on life had collapsed: "But... the medical skills of the Senate are considered to be the magical skills of life and death, how can it be said to be insignificant?"
"As doctors, we can only cure diseases, but not lives. Although the elders have great knowledge and power, they are still human beings, and they are not gods. Where in the world is there any magic of life, death, flesh and bone? Even if they have superb medical skills
, there are also incurable diseases!”
"But...but we can't cure our lives, but the Senate can cure us! Chief Lin once said that the people are poor and turbid, and turbidity makes them sick. Isn't this because the world in the Ming Dynasty is not good? Now that the Senate has restored Guangdong and Guangxi,
Everyone is having a better time..."
Xie Yao sneered: "According to your words, those who have no worries about food and clothing are better than those who die of hunger on the roadside, and everyone on the road to hell is reincarnated leisurely?"
Chen Ruihe did not answer, but judging from his expression, he agreed with this conclusion.
"This underworld is the most unselfish place in the world. It is not as good as the human world. When a sick or injured person leaves the body and the ghost judge comes to take it away with a card, it doesn't matter whether you were rich or poor during your lifetime.
It’s all gone, what’s the difference?” Xie Yao said while picking his teeth.
"I was assigned to the army earlier, and the people I picked up were all soldiers from the Fubo Army. Most of the refugees in the quarantine camp also came from poor families, and their life experiences were very similar. It was incomparable. Only when I arrived in Guangzhou did I see what patients from wealthy families were like.
"My appearance." Xie Yao slowly recalled: "The first big doctor I received was an old lady from a gentry's family. She was well-dressed and well-fed, but unfortunately she suffered from diabetes..."
"I know this. This is what traditional medicine calls it, but it's actually just diabetes, right? The chief said this is a metabolic disease, which is the most difficult to treat."
"Yes, if it had been delivered to us a few years earlier, the disease should not have reached this level. It cannot be cured. We can always live longer and live more comfortably. But this traditional doctor does not know this
There is no way to talk about the pathogenesis of metabolic diseases, and there is no targeted medication. Each person has his own medical theory, and each has his or her own opinion. I have had countless doctors, and I have drank several jars of herbal medicines for more than ten years, but none of them have helped.
"When she was sent to the Provincial and Hong Kong General Hospital, the old lady's diabetic foot disease was so severe that she could not be touched, and her feet were so rotten that the bones were poking out of the flesh one by one. On the day she was brought to me, only a thin mouthful of thin skin remained.
It’s just that I’m angry.”
"At this point, there is no hope of salvation." Chen Ruihe recalled his lessons and said.
"It's true. This foot ulcer is a typical case of diabetic ketoacidosis. No one wants to keep this kind of patient. The internal medicine corrects the acidosis and snatches back half of his life. He throws it into the bone injury and has to take care of two rotten feet;
He didn't want to leave the injury - even if the limb was amputated, it would be difficult to control the infection. He randomly found an excuse and argued that the infection was not under control, and it was suspected to be combined with a stroke, so he left it to me to deal with it. As the saying goes, if there is no filial son in bed for a long time, there will be few in the family.
Although the two sons are all well-off and willing to spend a lot of money, they are unwilling to stay in bed for a long time. When they learned that the medical clinic in the Song Dynasty could keep patients in the hospital, they didn't care about the nonsense or not, and immediately
I went through the formalities and was called in: I guess I wanted to avoid the old lady more than anything else! Fortunately, I was willing to spare the money, so I stayed in the ward for a long time.
"This old lady doesn't seem to understand when she comes here, and it's not surprising that the bone injury suspects her of having a stroke. But what can you do if you leave such a seriously ill person to me? In the end, it's just a half-day effort to send the bone injury to amputation, and then
Throw it back to me. The old lady was ignorant. She woke up from anesthesia and saw that her legs were gone. She cried bitterly and no one could stop her. When she got tired of crying, she fell asleep and cried again when she woke up - she was a pampered person.
Damn, I'm confused at this time, who can persuade me!
"That's all right. It's the old lady who deserves to suffer. You have also taken a surgical class. You should know that if you stay in bed for a long time, what miscellaneous diseases will not come out? In a few days, a series of bedsores appeared. Diabetes.
, it is easy to get infected and not easy to heal, and soon it becomes infected and pus leaks out. Poor me, Lao Xie, I have to change her dressing all day long. The stench is extremely... far better than the heap of dead people lying under the city of Chengmai many times.
"Diabetes has been going on for such a long time, and there is no hope of kidney function. If you keep it like this for a few days, you will no longer be able to use it. When it is time to move to bed, you will be unconscious, but you will not know the pain: it saves you.
I suffered a little. I went to sort out her remains and saw that she had lost her human form: her face was dull, she was smelly, her body was covered with dandruff, and her bed was covered with pus. She was just a pile of rotten flesh! When the devil came to take her, he would frown and cover his nose.
, even worse than a ghost, how could he still look like a human being? When I was dying, there was no family around me, and I died in front of strangers like me. When my family members arrived, I saw relief on their faces, but no trace of sadness.
Feeling like a thief! There was a mother-in-law and a son and a daughter wailing on the road!
"On the day of the death discussion, I told Chief Lin privately that if I were to fall to this level, I would definitely commit suicide and walk away cleanly and in human appearance. But Chief Lin chuckled: Wait until you really get to that point.
At that time, you couldn’t even open your mouth or eyes, and you still wanted to commit suicide? Why are you so capable?
"The so-called 'insignificant' is exactly this: you think you are robbing someone from the book of life and death, but you don't expect me to dance for a long time and use all my magical powers to just grab the judge's sleeve! On the other hand, if you are facing death,
When the day comes, what difference will there be between this rich man and the road?"
This conversation left Chen Ruihe speechless. Life and death are a big deal. For a young man like him who followed his parents when he was young and has only been in the clinic for a few days, this is still a big deal.
He had not touched on the topic in depth and he did not want to continue discussing it.
But there was another thing that he had always kept in mind, but he hesitated to ask.
“Mr.
"If we say so, then everyone here will be punished for their crimes." Xie Yao pushed the empty bowl aside nonchalantly, "He surrendered to the Senate earlier, and with the leaders Zhang, Ning, and He in the second counter-encirclement and suppression campaign,
Serving in Operation Engine—but still working as an assistant to Chief He.