Path of Medicine With a System

Seventy-two hours is the dividing line for rescue. Every minute and every second during this period is precious to the wounded. On the first day, the survival rate of the rescued people was about 90%; on the second day, the survival rate was 50%-60%; on the third day, the survival rate was 20%-30%.

The first day has passed, and more than 10,000 people from the People's Liberation Army and the Armed Police have been stationed in the disaster area. As the rain cleared, the Air Force also sent several helicopters into the disaster area. Search and rescue dogs, life detectors, and all available equipment were used.

After the first 24 hours passed, almost all of the wounded who were sent up required the cooperation of various departments. The medical area is also full of various tensions, because after the first day passed, many of the patients who were sent had died.

It's not that the doctors don't try their best, they wish everyone could become Avalokiteshvara. The reality is cruel, and many people often leave this world forever before they can be treated in time.

In the corner of the surgery cart, Zhang Fan curled up, his face covered with a flowered towel for wiping sweat. He had just completed one operation, and at this time he took the time to rest. There was no way for anesthesiologists, nurses, and assistants to take turns. There were too few surgeons, so he could only persevere.

No time to be sad, no time to be emotional, sleepiness is the most thing in the world that can make people temporarily forget everything. Zhang Fan was drooling and fell asleep instantly without even a dream. The other personnel in the operating vehicle should work as quietly as possible.

"How many hours has he been in a row?" The vice president outside quietly came in and said in a low voice. Although the chief surgeon cannot be replaced, the leader who triages the wounded still wants to do so so that these people can take time to rest for a while.

"It's been 30 hours." The shift of nurses has already taken the continuous working time of the surgeon as a shift procedure.

"Okay, let him sleep for an hour first. Hey, I'll think of a way." It can't go on, and the vice president also knows that if they go on, these doctors will definitely die suddenly.

Zhang Fan had just slept for an hour when he was woken up by the people who sent the patients outside. He shook his dizzy head and quickly washed his face.

"What sick number?" Probably due to the lack of sleep, Zhang Fan's feet were a little flat, and he walked like a drunk drunk.

"Abdominal trauma! This patient is relatively mild, and the vice president said to send it to you. Let you perform a simple operation and rest for a while!"

"Uh! Okay, come up." Zhang Fan said hastily, and the patient was brought up, followed by Zhang Fan's assistant. Ouyang was almost evacuated from the city hospital. Patients who could be discharged were discharged as soon as possible, and those who could not were also gathered together to admit a limited number of doctors. The rest of the surgeons had already begun to rotate.

However, the injuries in the disaster area are too complicated, almost all of them are compound injuries, and doctors in a single department can't handle them at all, so Zhang Fan, who has very comprehensive surgical skills, is the most tiring one.

It was a young patient. Fate is bad, because there are guests at home, he sleeps in the old house with a long history. The old house is a thin earth embryo house, and the beams of the house are paved with bamboo. So his injury was considered relatively minor, that is, both lower limbs were fractured.

As time passed day by day, fewer and fewer wounded were rescued. Even if they were rescued, surgery had not yet been performed, or the rescue effect was getting worse and worse.

"Get ready to evacuate!" In a tent in the rescue area, Ouyang was having a meeting with government and military leaders, and a leader was speaking.

"It has been more than seventy hours now. There are very few wounded who can survive. Now our focus is not on this, but on the follow-up work."

"Okay, then prepare to evacuate. Leave a professional disaster relief team behind, and other units will start to evacuate slowly. Please go down and do the evacuation work well after the leaders of each unit go down."

"Yes!" The leaders stood up one after another.

In fact, when the time entered fifty hours, the wounded also began to decline from the peak, and the rescue efficiency became lower and lower.

Just as the various units were about to evacuate, the soldiers in the disaster area uttered exclamations.

"Someone, there are signs of life, come here!" As the excavation deepened, there were no survivors at the bottom. When everyone has almost lost hope, there may be hope again.

"Quick, dig! Quick!" The soldiers began to dig like a perpetual motion machine.

"This is a cellar!" Digging, digging, someone saw why.

"Yeah, I hope this survivor can survive." Because the time was too long, almost no one dared to report any hope.

The cellar in the northwest is L-shaped, that is, first dig straight down about two meters, then turn to the parallel ground and start digging inward. Because in this way, the vegetables and fruits stored in winter will not be frozen.

"I saw it! I saw it! The cellar at this turn has not been crushed! Hurry up! Everyone, work harder and expand the opening a little bit." The people around were extremely excited. After such a long time, there were no survivors.

When the soldiers dug the opening, one soldier jumped down immediately. Crawling and crawling in, wearing a miner's lamp on their heads, everyone almost held their breath, looking at the entrance of the cave expectantly.

People, after all, still yearn for the good. Who doesn't want to hear or see good news, after all, most people still have sunshine in their hearts. The waiting time is only a few minutes, but the people standing around are as slow as centuries.

Slowly, slowly, the warrior came out backwards, first feet, then legs, body, and arms. The people around opened their eyes wide, looking, looking.

Finally, the warrior came out backwards. It is a little girl of seven or eight years old. When the little girl saw the sun and the crowd, "Wow!" burst into tears.

When the surviving villagers saw the little girl, their breaths became easier. Hearing the crying of the little girl, these villagers also began to cry, and then an aunt jumped down directly.

"Nizi! Nizi! Don't cry, don't cry! What's wrong with you, tell me!" The aunt said not to cry, but in fact she shed more tears than anyone else.

"Ma'am, where's my mother?" The toothless girl asked with a choked voice.

"Your mother, you're here, you're all here, Nizi!" As the aunt spoke, her lips trembled more and more, and she couldn't speak.

"Quickly, let the doctor check it out." At this time, a doctor came down in a hurry.

"I'm hungry, I'm thirsty! The raw yams in the cellar have also been eaten." The little girl was still placed by the doctor, but she couldn't help but say something.

"Okay, I'll eat it for you now, slow down! Drink some water first." As he spoke, the doctor fed the child a little bit of sugar and saline water, then gave the nurse a wink, and started the intravenous infusion directly.

The doll is very dehydrated!

"Nizi, how did you get down into the cellar?" The aunt in front supported the stretcher and followed beside her, slowly stroking the child's hair with her hands.

"I was holding back my urine in the middle of the night, so my mother took me out to pee, but halfway through, I heard a rumbling sound, my mother pushed me into the cellar, shouting for me to crawl in,

Then she said to call my dad. Then nothing can be seen. I cried and shouted loudly, no one paid attention to me, and I couldn't see anything. Later, I was very hungry, so I ate the raw potatoes in the cellar. Ma'am, I will never eat unwashed raw yams again, please don't tell my mother!" The little girl's teeth were broken and the corners of her mouth slightly curled up, looking at her aunt like a spoiled child.

"Okay. Girl, don't say anything, don't say anything." Tears burst! Aunt burst into tears.

"Sister, did you see it, did you hear it, your baby is fine, you can go there with peace of mind, don't worry, I will be her mother in the future, and our mother will live a good life. You must bless her Ah!" She raised her head, looked at the sky, and said silently in her heart, and then tears flowed directly into her mouth!

The doctors are protecting the little girl like a national treasure, and all the monitoring shows that the little girl is normal!

"A miracle, a miracle of life, a miracle of maternal love!" Ouyang looked at the little girl and said with emotion.

Hope, this is hope!

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