The Godfather of Surgery

A person with RH negative blood type A is in Shipo!

The life-saving straw finally appeared, and everyone looked at each other in dismay. Wu County Chief's gray-yellow fingers slammed the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

"Hurry up and find someone!"

God help me too, the director of the blood bank let out a long sigh of relief.

Where is Shipo? The rock slope is so big.

The messages responded to in the group did not say where they were in Shipo, nor did they leave a phone number. Shipo is a county so big, where to find people.

Is there a difference between looking for a needle in a haystack and looking for a needle in a pond?

In order to communicate and obtain information in a more timely manner, the director of the blood station personally joined the group. He opened the dialog box of the group in WeChat and anxiously waited for the next message, but it did not appear.

"How's it going?" asked the Director of Health.

"It's only in Shipo, not the exact location." The head of the blood station replied, looking anxious.

Magistrate Wu saw the sweat on the forehead of the director of the blood bank, and knew that he was in trouble again, and the house was leaking overnight.

Everyone in the group has their blood type and contact number noted on their WeChat.

The director immediately clicked on the avatar of the person who was replying in the group, opened it, and used another mobile phone to dial the number in the note.

"Sorry, the phone you dialed is off-"

Shut down!

After replying a message, it shuts down. Does this mean that you don't want to donate blood? If he doesn't want to, he won't show his position. Could it be that he is coming to Shipo Hospital? Or the phone just ran out of power at this time.

The latter two are the most likely. If it is out of power, he will definitely charge it immediately and send out the specific location; if it is coming, then he has to wait.

The director of the blood station has a little more confidence, but his heart is still flustered and chaotic, as if his heart is hanging and there is no trust.

Mayor Wu lit another cigarette and asked the chief of public security, "Is there anything you can do?"

The Public Security Bureau hesitated for a moment: "I'm afraid it will be difficult to do it in a short time-"

"How long will it take for the blood to be supported?" Magistrate Wu put his hands on the desk, clenching his fists tightly, and he could see a little bloodshot in his eyes.

"There's still half an hour to arrive." The director of the blood bank said softly.

Even if it arrives, there is only one unit.

The issue of blood source is once again deadlocked.

Dean Dong answered the phone by the window, the muscles on his face twitched slightly.

"Mayor Wu, the brain surgery rescue was ineffective, and it has been announced—" Director Dong put down the phone and said solemnly.

Magistrate Wu waved his hand, fell silent, got up, walked to the window, and looked out the window.

He turned around and said calmly, "We must do a good job in the aftermath of appeasement!"

"People from the aftermath team and the insurance company intervened later." The person in charge of the traffic police followed the chief of the public security.

——

"Blood pressure 74/32mmHg, blood oxygen 90%, heart rate 128 beats/min, hemoglobin 47g/L——"

The anesthesiologist reported the vital signs. The first unit of RH-negative blood type A had already lost it.

The itinerant nurse is sorting out the clothes that the patient has just cut. Any items in the clothes need to be counted and packed in a plastic bag. During the count, another person is required to be present to testify and sign by two people. It is best to add a third person's signature. Avoid disputes later due to the loss of valuables.

Wearing gloves, the nurse wiped the blood off the wallet and disinfected it with alcohol. The cash and various cards in the wallet were poured out and counted one by one.

Another nurse is responsible for taking pictures and registering; the amount of cash and the number of cards must be recorded clearly.

"Is that an ID card? Register your ID card!" The nurse in charge of registration saw an ID card with sharp eyes.

If there is a document, the identity of the injured person can be obtained through the document in order to notify the family or the work unit.

The nurse took a closer look at the ID card and began to report the name and ID number: "Wang Ge--"

The registered nurse quickly wrote the name and ID number on the pad.

Wango?

Dr. Tao was standing beside him. The name was so familiar. Dr. Tao took a closer look. On his ID card, it read: Wang Ge, along with the wallet, and a press card. Dr. Tao opened the press card.

Wang Ge is the Wang Ge he is familiar with and everyone is familiar with!

"He's Wang Ge!" Dr. Tao said out loud naturally for some reason.

The anesthesiologist was startled: "Wang Ge? Which Wang Ge?"

"Provincial Doctor Incident!"

I rely on! The fat man's eyeballs almost fell out.

Director Tian, ​​Yang Ping, Director Zhang, Director Li, all the doctors present were startled.

Yang Ping raised his head to meet Director Tian's eyes; the other doctors in the audience turned their heads to look at the operating table.

The atmosphere in the operating room is a little weird, is he Wang Ge? He is Wang Ge, the injured person lying on the operating table, curled up and being passed by the stake, is Wang Ge?

What a coincidence! A bit of a space-time confusion!

If it were normal, everyone would definitely be talking, indignation, and gearing up. But now, it was only a short-lived surprise, and everyone immediately went into the operation again, and it was too late to be distracted.

It doesn't matter who is on the stage anymore, everyone is concerned about how the condition of the patients undergoing surgery on the stage changes.

At this time, Wang Ge, Anonymous No. 1, was an operation patient.

"Blood pressure 72/32mmHg, blood oxygen 89%, heart rate 129 beats/min--"

The anesthesiologist looked up at the data on the monitoring screen and reported it again.

"The urine volume is 300 ml, from the time of the emergency catheter insertion to the present!"

The nurse checks the urine bag and catheter and reports the amount of urine.

"Follow-up blood has not arrived yet, so we can only continue to replenish crystalloid and colloid," said the anesthesiologist.

"I'll rush again!" said Dr. Tao, who was in charge of the patient's liaison.

"Open the chest, mid-sternal approach!"

Yang Ping gave the order of the chief knife.

We can't wait any longer, there must be active bleeding in the thoracic and abdominal cavity, and blood pressure has been dropping. If we wait any longer, the blood will drain and the oil will run out!

"Open chest?" Tian Yuan was stunned for a moment, but he didn't speak. He knew Yang Ping very well now. He was calm and decisive, and his thinking was clear.

Orthopedic surgeons do general thoracic surgery, there is no legal problem, and the registration on the license is surgery, not orthopedics.

Tianyuan believes in talent. What is talent? The direct manifestation of talent is the efficiency of learning. Others need a hundred times to learn it, and some people only need it once.

A large round knife is used to cut vertically along the middle of the sternum to cut the skin; then change the electric knife to cut the deep fascia and periosteum of the sternum.

Chainsaw! Bone wax!

The bone wax was kneaded into balls by Song Zimo and placed in a curved plate for later use.

"He can actually do combined thoracoabdominal trauma. He seems to be familiar with open chest surgery." Song Zimo followed closely the steps of the operation.

Now, in front of Song Zimo, Yang Ping is a high mountain that grows when it sees the wind, with no peak and no altitude.

Xiao Su stepped on Yang Ping's rhythm precisely. Yang Ping's hand had just stretched out, without waiting at all, the handle of the chainsaw had already touched his palm.

Taking the chainsaw, along the middle of the sternum, there was a rustling sound, and the syringe in Song Zimo's hand was filled with physiological saline, which was injected with the chainsaw to reduce the local temperature increase caused by the high-speed swing of the saw blade and the friction of the bone tissue.

The sternum was cut at the midline, and Song Zimo's bone wax had already caught up with it. Bunch after clump of bone wax was evenly pressed against the section of the sternum. It was formed at one time, and the thickness was even and moderate.

The bright red oozing blood on the bone surface had just appeared, and it was blocked by bone wax.

A spreader is placed and the chest cavity is opened.

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Office, temporary command, brief silence.

"Is there any news?" Wu County Chief took half of a cigarette in a few puffs.

"Not yet!" The director of the blood station didn't even blink.

He turned his head and asked the director of health: "Is the signal in this room okay? Mobile card?"

"No problem." The health secretary affirmed.

The director of the blood bank tried to open the webpage with another mobile phone, and the network speed was very good.

In the WeChat group, finally, a new message popped up.

"I'm in Shipo People's Hospital now!"

What a coincidence! He is in the hospital.

"He's in the hospital, right in the hospital!" shouted the director of the blood bank, like a child.

Magistrate Wu immediately put out the cigarette butt again.

"Quick, quick! Quickly invite someone!"

"Emergency hall, waiting area, plastic chairs, the innermost one in the first row."

Then, the man replied with another message.