White armor

Chapter 137 The most chaotic rescue in history

"What are you doing standing still! Hurry up!!" Luo Hao began to move the injured.

Luo Hao could not move the injured by himself.

The physical strength value was still a bit low. At this time, Luo Hao realized the disadvantage of just adding some luck value.

If his physical strength could reach 56 points, Luo Hao would have no doubt that he could lift the injured person up with one hand, protect the injured person's spine with the other hand, and place him on the corpse.

But there is no need to regret. Every choice has advantages and disadvantages. Nothing in this world is perfect.

Shen Qingchen hurriedly helped Luo Hao, and Fan Dongkai hesitated and came to help.

The wounded man looked more like a European than an Indian.

Luo Hao didn't care. Everyone was human. No matter who he was now, he only had one identity - his patient.

"Ronald, are you going to perform closed chest drainage?" Fan Dongkai asked while lifting the injured.

However, this is India, and Luo Hao has not seen the two men from Boko pushing the flat cart over until now.

but!

"Rescue, perform surgery. I am an expert hired by Brocade to do Phase 4 clinical trials." Luo Hao communicated with the nurse in American English.

There are only three wheels turning on the flat car, and the other wheel has been lost. Someone has to hold a corner of the flat car to keep it balanced.

Oh shit!

"Lao Fan, come and suture." Luo Hao greeted, then stood up, "Xiao Shen, monitor the patient's heartbeat. If there is a problem, immediately perform chest cardiac compressions."

Looking around, Luo Hao felt a little confused.

"Ronald, you..."

It doesn't matter whether they are doing it to cure diseases and save people or to put a hat on their head or a spot under their butt, as long as they can achieve their goal.

That flat car has to be thrown away in China. If the patient's family sees it, at least it will be a complaint. This is a good-tempered patient's family.

A habitual thought flashed through Luo Hao's mind.

"Of course, what else? Nothing, damn!" Luo Hao cursed bitterly.

If we were in China, in the First Hospital of Medical University, I am afraid that Dean Zhuang, Dean Jin, and Director Feng Zixuan would all be around me now. If I say a word, there will be a response immediately.

Luo Hao cursed bitterly in his heart.

"What are you doing!" the nurse who was about to get off work asked sharply.

Gan!
This action is too fast! !
Luo Hao's emergency first aid skills were no worse than his surgery skills.

However, when he came to the operating room, Luo Hao took one look and was stunned.

In Luo Hao's imagination, the operating room should be full of busy doctors and nurses. The nurses were running around, yelling, and filled with the depressing atmosphere of an emergency.

"I once watched an American TV series, which scored very high. In the first episode, the protagonist used a wine bottle as a closed chest drainage bottle and raised it higher than the intravenous drip bottle." Fan Dongkai was quite moved. "Then the fucking liquid is not allowed to flow out?"

Under Luo Hao's command, several other people lost their consciousness and began to carry out rescue operations according to Luo Hao's medical instructions.

Money can speak to the gods, I won't deceive you if you are honest.

I just hope I don't get into medical trouble.

Although it lacks the smell of curry and the characteristics of the local language, the nurse can still understand it.

Although the corridor is not a sterile environment, Narayana Hospital seems to have little compliance with sterile standards.

Fan Dongkai rambled, and when he turned around, he saw that Luo Hao had inserted the urinary catheter into the left side of the patient's chest, and the other side had fallen into the whiskey bottle, and blood was flowing out.

There is still good news. Just when Luo Hao was a little confused, two technicians from Brocade ran over pushing a flat cart.

"Don't say it's drainage. I'm afraid the patient will die sooner."

Luo Hao usually rarely curses, but today he didn't even know how many times he cursed in one breath.

The operating room of Narayana Hospital was quiet. A nurse had changed her clothes and was getting ready to "get off work".

If you meet a family member of a patient with a bad temper, it may not cause much trouble.

"People, lift up the car, take Xiao Shen from the front to the operating room!" Luo Hao shouted.

If there is no room for surgery, I can only find a ventilator and perform emergency surgery on the patient in the corridor.

Luo Hao walked over, took out a few 100-dollar bills from his trouser pocket, and stuffed them directly into the nurse's hand.

Fortunately, Shen Qingchen is here. Although this guy has been fishing, he still knows the structure of Narayana Hospital and where the operating room is.

All the way to the operating room, Luo Hao was worried that there was no empty operating room here.

Hey!
There are dozens or hundreds of injured outside, so why is the operating room about to close? !
"Push to the surgery room!" Luo Hao commanded.

Mainly because she looked down and saw the denominations of the bills in her hand, and a smile appeared on her face.

Luo Hao glanced at the system panel in the upper right corner of his field of vision, and his luck value was shining.

Although it is shabby, it is better than nothing.

Fan Dongkai rarely sees Luo Hao swearing.

Seeing this scene, Luo Hao felt relieved.

With the help of the "ghost", things became smoother.

The patient was carried onto the operating table. Luo Hao changed into surgical clothes as quickly as possible and then acted as an anesthesiologist and began to anesthetize the patient.

"Is there any blood?" Luo Hao asked while shouting for anesthesia.

The nurse did not move. After preparing the surgical incision bag, she stood aside and looked at Luo Hao earnestly.

Luo Hao was helpless.

When you go abroad, prepare some U.S. dollars for emergencies.

But the number is not much.

Luo Hao didn't expect that he would have to spend money to clear all the links during emergency surgery.

Now that he is short of money, Luo Hao is quite helpless.

Fan Dongkai noticed this scene, he walked over directly and took out a handful of green paper from his pocket.

The nurse's eyes suddenly brightened up.

Fan Dongkai took out a piece of green paper and waved it in front of the nurse.

"Blood matching."

The nurse quickly agreed, "snatched" the green paper from Fan Dongkai's hand, went to change clothes and came back to draw blood.

Seeing this scene, Luo Hao was silent.

After anesthetizing the injured, Luo Hao brushed his hands and took the stage.

Because he was anxious and there was no Centennial Mountain around him, Luo Hao could only use tap water to deal with it. There is no way, time is of the essence in emergency situations, everything else can be discussed.

"The tap water here is worse than that in the United States." Fan Dongkai did not follow him on stage. He had a more "important" job, but this did not prevent Fan Dongkai from standing aside and complaining.

"I heard that the water quality in America and Canada is very poor?" Luo Hao asked while brushing his hands.

“It’s not just bad, it’s simply quite bad.” Fan Dongkai said, “One year, probably 2009, I saw Vancouver water pipes that were dismantled for bridge renovations.

There is a gray-green mucous membrane about 4 mm thick on the wall of the pipe, and there is a strong fishy smell after the water is drained.

Later, until 2013, I heard that the bridge was renovated and the pipes were not cleaned, but closed directly. "

"Oh? So bad? No one complained?" Luo Hao finished brushing his hands and returned to the operating room.

"What are you complaining about? When I went to the United States, I had all kinds of dreams in my heart." Fan Dongkai said with a smile, "At that time, people in China said that they were advanced in everything, and when they turned on the tap, there was Coke."

"Haha, Lao Fan, you won't believe it."

Luo Hao started disinfecting.

"Well, when I turned on the tap, there was no Coke, but my understanding at the time was that America's tap water was drinkable."

"and after?"

"After drinking it for less than a week, I felt America's century-old industrial heritage." Fan Dongkai sighed deeply, "Thanks to..." I haven't lost all my hair.

"Old Fan, find something to leave a deep venous channel for the patient."

Luo Hao's doctor's advice was to find the right person.

Interventional doctors have higher catheter placement skills than other doctors, and few general surgeons or internists can take arterial blood for blood sample analysis.

But in the interventional department, as long as the junior doctor can come on stage and lend a hand, he will do it all.

This is a department advantage.

As the world's top interventional surgeon, Fan Dongkai, indwelling intravenous access is a simple task for him.

Luo Hao believed that even if the vein had no blood flow and was as thin as a piece of paper, Fan Dongkai could hit the nail on the head and successfully indwell the deep venous channel.

If you're not on stage, you have to do something. This is Luo Hao's way of making the best use of his "things".

"It wasn't until later that I learned the difference between a direct-drinking faucet and an ordinary faucet." Fan Dongkai was busy chatting.

Luo Hao knew that today's emergency incident not only affected him, but also left a deep impression on Fan Dongkai.

So he talks more.

The liquid slipped into the injured person's blood vessels. Luo Hao looked at the values ​​on the ECG monitor and finally felt relieved.

No matter how low the value is, as long as there is a number.

It seems that the injured person is still young, in good health and resistant.

There was no equipment nurse, so Luo Hao did everything by himself.

Although it affects the time of emergency surgery, it is still 10,000 times better than leaving people in the square waiting for burning medicine.

Opening the left chest layer by layer, Fan Dongkai looked at Luo Hao's superb skills and asked in surprise, "Ronald, are you also good at surgery?"

"Understood."

"..."

Luo Hao raised his head and glanced at Fan Dongkai, "Our students at Xiehe are very strict. It's not too much to say it's strict."

"..."

"It's different from Lao Fan at your university in Hungary."

If Chen Yong were here, Luo Hao would have spit on Luo Hao's face.

But Fan Dongkai was still in a period of confusion and had not had much contact with Luo Hao. He was even still wondering about the difference between Union Medical College and his own medical school.

"Retract the ribs..."

Just when Luo Hao wanted the equipment, he turned around and saw that there was no one around the equipment table, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.

There was no choice but to let Shen Qingchen pull the ribs apart with his hands.

Just as he was about to take the time to check the injury on the patient's left chest, suddenly there was a sound of curry-smelling English coming from the corridor.

There are also local languages ​​that Luo Hao doesn't understand at all.

Gan! The security guards are here!
Luo Hao turned around and stepped off the stage, took a glance, picked up a wooden board in the operating room, and "bolted" the door of the operating room.

"Bang~~~"

The security guard arrived a step too late. Seeing that the door was bolted, he kicked the door of the operating room.

The dull sound made the operating room tremble. Luo Hao looked expressionlessly at the fierce-looking security guard outside, and raised his hand to make a silencing gesture outside his mask.

Fan Dongkai was almost stunned. He stared blankly at the security guard outside through the glass on the operating room door.

There is no exotic charm, just confusion and confusion.

But Fan Dongkai was stunned for less than 2 seconds, took out a $100 bill and stuffed it through the crack of the door.

The idea that money can communicate with the gods has been proven again.

The security guards in colorful clothes outside the door were still clamoring, but when they saw the green dollars thrust out of the crack in the door, they all fell into a state of madness and began to rob.

Luo Hao was worried as he took off the contaminated clothes and prepared to change into new sterile clothes.

The security guards at Narayana Hospital may not be able to open the door with their kicks, but when they are trying to grab dollars, they may burst out with great force and break the door open.

do not care!
Luo Hao only glanced at the situation outside the door, then put on clothes and gloves and started the operation.

Holding sterile forceps, Luo Hao tapped Shen Qingchen's hand gently, "Press hard, be careful not to damage the hand with the broken end of the rib fracture."

Shen Qingchen opened it with force, exposing the surgical area.

Behind the chaos, Fan Dongkai was negotiating with the group of security guards.

In front of him was the wounded man who still had half of his blood in his chest.

The suction device was not easy to use, the electric heating was intermittent, and there were not many instruments at hand, but Luo Hao did not give up.

The operation should be done and the people should be saved. If conditions are available, we should save them. If conditions are not available, we should create conditions to save them.

Luo Hao first used a sterile basin to remove most of the blood from the patient's chest, and then inserted the suction device.

sizzle~
After barely drawing out the accumulated blood, Luo Hao pressed his fingers on the injured person's inner chest wall.

"Xiao Shen, please click." Luo Hao greeted.

Shen Qingchen didn't even see why Luo Hao was pressing there. He stretched out his hand, drew a scoop on the gourd, and pressed on it as soon as Luo Hao's hand moved away.

In the flash of lightning, Shen Qingchen saw blood oozing out.

Is this the bleeding point?
Shen Qingchen admired him in his heart. Professor Luo was worthy of being the expert hired by Brocade to conduct Phase 4 clinical trials. He had good eyesight and quick hands, and was better than ordinary surgeons... Wait!
Only then did Shen Qingchen realize that Luo Hao was an interventionalist.

"Professor Luo, aren't you an interventionalist?" Shen Qingchen asked cautiously.

"I also know a little bit about other subjects." Luo Hao was leading the way.

The small round needle, No. 1 thread, seemed not to be looked at at all. The thread was soaked in salt water, picked up, and passed directly through the eye of the needle.

Shen Qingchen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"I have the qualification certificate and can do emergency surgery, don't worry." Luo Hao narrowed his eyes and gave Shen Qingchen a smile.

"Dong dong dong~" The door started to hit again from outside.

Fan Dongkai stuffed a dollar bill under the door and went out.

Shen Qingchen stood in the position of the first assistant and watched Professor Luo Haolo concentrate on suturing the intercostal arteries, and watched Fan Dongkai stuffing a piece of green paper out from time to time as if feeding an evil spirit.

The smell of blood filled the mouth and nose, and the mask couldn't cover it at all.

This scene was absurd but real, and Shen Qingchen was a little confused.

But he was dazed for only a moment, and then he was awakened by the pain of the radial styloid process.

"Well, emergency first aid, don't be distracted." Luo Hao said calmly.

"Oh oh oh."

"It's not impossible to do it alone. There are two people here. If you concentrate, the operation can be done ten or eight seconds faster." Luo Hao lowered his head to sew up the intercostal artery, sutured the figure of eight, and made an instrument knot.

"When you should lie down and fish, you should lie down and fish, but you still have to be serious when giving emergency treatment. Otherwise, with your current state, it will be difficult for superior doctors to appreciate you after you return to China."

Shen Qingchen was stunned for a moment.

Luo Hao has sutured the other broken end of the intercostal artery.

He then began searching for the punctured lung.

Usually, the presence of anesthesiologists in the operating room is very low, and they are rarely seen busy.

But now there are no professional anesthetists, so Luo Hao looked at the patient's lungs with some sadness.

"Old Fan, let Mi Xiu spread the money, and you can help me give the patient one-lung ventilation."

"What?!" Fan Dongkai's unibrow was folded in the middle and turned into a "N".

"If you don't know how to teach me, it's very simple, just do as I say." Luo Hao first sutured the upper and lower lobes of the patient's left lung where the rib fracture was punctured, and then asked Fan Dongkai to inflate the lungs.

Warm salt water should have been used, but the current situation is not an exaggeration to say that the war is in chaos, and no one has prepared warm salt water at all.

Normal-temperature saline will absorb heat, leading to aggravation of the condition and even sudden death. It is generally not used for flushing during surgery.

But the situation was urgent, and Bangalore is located in the tropics, with temperatures above 35 degrees Celsius, so it was barely usable.

Luo Hao was worried about the patient going into shock, but he seemed to be lucky, and the normal temperature salt water did not cause complications such as a sudden drop in the patient's blood pressure or cardiac arrest.

The operation was not difficult, but the rib fracture punctured the lung, causing traumatic hemopneumothorax + hemorrhagic shock.

Fortunately, there was a diagnostic assistant AI reminder. Luo Hao estimated that if it had been ten minutes later... no, the patient would have gone from feigned death to real death in five minutes at night.

"Xiao Shen, how did they throw such a big living person into the pile of dead people?" Luo Hao asked casually while exploring the area.

"It's terrible, no one is watching at all, and even the most basic rescue is fooled. People here are more resigned to fate. It might be better if they switch to a high-level private hospital, but Narayana Hospital is positioned in the low-end market and its approach must be inappropriate. There’s a lot on the low end.”

low end.

Luo Hao couldn't accept this word.

But this is the fact.

"But this is too outrageous."

"What's even more outrageous is that I heard from my buddy that there was a car accident. One of the girls was in a coma, was deemed dead, and was sent to the crematorium. Emmm, she was spotted by a night watcher and suddenly woke up while the corpse was being raped."

"Fuck!" Luo Hao cursed.

It deserves to be the country with the highest rape rate, and it deserves to be the most powerful country that can enter military camps and rape American female soldiers.

Awesome!
This time Luo Hao really believed that car exhaust pipes were not safe in India.

"Professor Luo, your skills are really high. Can you lead graduate students?" Shen Qingchen asked casually.

"It should be possible. It is estimated that graduate students will be recruited next year." Luo Hao said.

"Concord?"

"Or else?"

Shen Qingchen was a little moved.

Luo Hao narrowed his eyes, "Xiao Shen, you must at least pass the exam, and the first graduate student I brought is a disciple of the founding university. He is of great use and cannot be fooled."

Shen Qingchen was silent.

He did not feel that Professor Luo Haolo was rejecting him, but that he had discovered some possibility.

"Get ready to close your chest."

Luo Hao checked that there was no active bleeding and breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Michu opened the door and the nurse squeezed in through the crack of the door.

The security personnel outside did not break in. They seemed to ignore the open door of the operating room and waited until the door was closed before kicking it again.

"Wait a minute!" Luo Hao saw the nurse holding a blood bag and pressing it on the tee, and immediately shouted, "What is that?"

"Blood."

"Fuck!!!"

The good-tempered Luo Hao also started to curse.

What kind of blood was it? The color was wrong. It was not whole blood, red blood cells, platelets, or plasma.

It looks yellow and sticky, like millet porridge.

Is this thing going to be given to patients? !

What a joke.

Luo Hao even believed that even if the patient could be saved, as long as this bag of things was injected, he would definitely die.

When the nurse saw Luo Hao refusing a "blood transfusion", she immediately became unhappy and spoke a lot of local dialect.

Luo Hao couldn't understand the local dialect, but he just insisted that she give normal blood.

Shen Qingchen's expression changed again and again, maybe because the nurse scolded him too harshly.

But Shen Qingchen didn't take action. Instead, she blocked the nurse and Luo Hao with her body, turned around and whispered something.

The nurse reluctantly left with the yellow bag and glared at Luo Hao and Shen Qingchen fiercely.

"Xiao Shen, you and her..."

Just as Luo Hao said a few words, there was a commotion and noise outside the door.

Several police officers in formal uniforms held batons in their hands and mercilessly hit the security guard who was kicking down the door.

Luo Hao looked up and saw several "big shots" walking in with expressionless faces.

"Who are you?" asked an old man in uniform.

Luo Hao raised his eyebrows, "Doctor, a fourth-stage clinical surgeon hired by Brocade."

While they were talking, someone walked up to the anesthesia machine to check on the injured.

"Seems to be."

He checked again and again, and although his words were vague, he finally gave a positive answer.

"Can people survive?" the old man in uniform asked.

"The operation is over and a blood transfusion is needed. If the medical conditions are better, there is a high chance of survival." Luo Hao looked into his eyes and replied.

The man made contact, speaking not in curry-flavored English, but in a patois.

Luo Hao's American English and British English are both good. He can understand curry-flavored English but cannot speak it, but he really can't understand a word of these dialects.

As the man spoke, he began to bow to the phone out of thin air, and his tone became more and more flattering.

Luo Hao ignored him and just lowered his head to sew.

If he were in a domestic operating room, Luo Hao might have kicked him up and kicked the old man out of the operating room.

Sterile!

Do you even know what sterility is? !
But this is India, it’s a mess from beginning to end, and it depends on whether you’ll take infection medicine after the surgery, but it’s really not bad for this old man to come in without changing his clothes.

And Luo Hao also knew that this person should be looking for someone, and he was looking for the patient.

The patient looked European, but he was riding a train that could derail, so he shouldn't be a big shot.

"Doctors from Boko are not qualified to perform emergency surgeries, so get down quickly." The old Indian man changed his face after making the call, looked at Luo Hao arrogantly, and urged him to leave quickly.

"???" Luo Hao looked at the well-dressed old man with some surprise.

Doesn't he have an idea of ​​what's going on?
He never expected that in a foreign country, he would encounter a long-lost medical incident.

"The operation must be completed by doctors from our hospital. You have violated many regulations!" The old man's voice became more urgent as he spoke, and his expression became more stern, as if Luo Hao would pounce on him and start biting him if he didn't leave in the next second.

(End of this chapter)