Zuo Cidian sat opposite the old fisherman, calmed down, and then re-examined his injuries.

After a brief inspection, Zuo Cidian had an idea, and then he looked up at the old fisherman.

The old fisherman remained silent and looked at Zuo Cidian with his slightly yellowed eyes, as if he was looking at the catch on the boat.

Zuo Cidian was a little nervous. Strictly speaking, the operation just now was a waste of the patient's time. If he were in the emergency room of the hospital, the patient might point out and complain.

On the hospital ship, Zuo Cidian felt even more guilty. This was not his own territory. If the patients pointed at him and scolded him, no one might support him.

"Tell me if it hurts." Zuo Cidian moved the old fisherman's arm slightly, then saw that he frowned, but still did not speak.

Zuo Cidian also frowned.

"Can you speak?" Zuo Cidian couldn't help but ask.

"Yes." The old fisherman said concisely and to the point.

Zuo Cidian smiled to himself and asked again: "You can speak without saying a word. Doesn't it hurt?"

"pain."

"If it hurts, just scream out. You don't have to hold it in. I mean, if it hurts, just tell me and I can make a better judgment."

"Yeah." The old fisherman still didn't like to talk.

Zuo Cidian smiled to lighten the atmosphere and asked, "Don't like to talk?"

The old fisherman looked at Zuo Cidian and his meaning was clear.

Zuo Cidian smiled: "You have to speak when you see the doctor. Just like now, you have to express your pain. Otherwise, I won't be able to hold it firmly and my bones won't be connected properly. This will be a lifetime problem."

"Better than death." The old fisherman finally said a short sentence, but Zuo Cidian couldn't finish the words.

"The scene... was quite tragic?" Zuo Cidian's voice couldn't help but lowered.

The old fisherman nodded.

"It's...what kind of thing? I mean, there seems to be a storm at the scene? Is it raining?"

The old fisherman still nodded. Just when Zuo Cidian thought he didn't want to speak, the old fisherman slowly said: "It's like cooking fish in a big pot. When the wind is strong, the fish can be cooked apart. People are like

It's just shredded meat. It relies on large pieces of meat to survive. If it falls apart, it will be broken into pieces. The boats coming in from behind are dragging fish meat and fishing out shredded meat..."

Zuo Cidian was stunned by the unimpressive and simple description.

The location where the hospital ship was anchored was far away from the storm area and could be said to be calm. Zuo Cidian had to recall the storms in film and television works in order to have a relatively intuitive understanding of the scene described by the old fisherman.

Zuo Cidian couldn't help but think of the deputy team who was rescuing people in the operating room, and an inexplicable thought came to his mind: Rousi'er save Rousi'er.

Several shredded meats are twisted into a rope to save another shredded pork in the boiling soup...

Perhaps the reason why the feeling of fighting against the big waves is so great is because the human body is so fragile...

"You've taken the film, haven't you? Let me watch the film first." Zuo Cidian felt that his mood was fluctuating again, so he simply stood up and took advantage of the time of watching the film to sort out his mood.

Opening the light box against the wall, Zuo Cidian inserted the film into it, and his thoughts flew downstairs:

"At this time, the operation downstairs should start."

"I don't know if there is enough plasma."

"I don't know what's going on inside that guy's abdominal cavity. I hope there aren't too many broken places."

"It shouldn't matter if it's a little more broken. Dr. Ling's suturing skills are top-notch... I can't think about it any more, just finish the work at hand first..."

Zuo Cidian forced himself back from his thoughts, and when he looked back, he saw that the old fisherman still looked like an old god. He couldn't help but admire him: "Your meritorious service is really amazing."

"My feet are sprained." The old fisherman's mood was stable and his expression was clear.

Zuo Cidian couldn't say a word except raising his thumb.

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In operating room No. 1, two suction machines were sucking blood, so much so that the large glass jar next to it was almost full. "4000." The anesthesiologist said this and then shut up obediently.

What he reported was the amount of blood loss. For an operation, this amount of blood loss is an absolute taboo value. Generally, when talking about heavy bleeding or similar words, 3000 ml is enough.

However, the expressions of Ling Ran and Director Huo did not change at all.

Yunhua Hospital has treated too many more serious patients. Many of the injured in car accidents have suffered injuries far beyond the current level of the deputy team.

However, the current situation of the deputy team is still critical. On the one hand, his physical condition is unknown, and on the other hand, the conditions on the ship are still quite bad.

Whether it is equipment, instruments or medicines, Yunhua 893 does not have as many preparations as Yunyi, and the quality is worse than that of Yunyi. The supplies of some rare drugs are either insufficient or simply not available.

For example, papaverine, which can save lives for patients with various types of cerebral embolism, myocardial infarction or amniotic fluid embolism, does not exist in Yunhua 893. Of course, Yunhua cannot use this medicine casually, but when needed, it can always be used

It's still possible to get it, but it's just complicated and troublesome.

But in the vast sea, if there are no spare medicines on Yunhua 893, it means they are gone. It will definitely be too late to transport them. Moreover, it is impossible for a several-thousand-ton hospital ship to have all the medicines.

We can only try our best to overcome it.

"There isn't even a blood recovery machine." Huo Congjun has always praised the use of autologous blood recovery. At this time, seeing the patient bleeding heavily, he felt very uncomfortable: "These doctors' brains are as if they are made of wood, with so many traumas.

If a place does not prepare a blood recovery machine, do we really have to rely on blood bags to survive?"

"How much blood is left?" Ling Ran raised his head slightly and asked.

"There are 6 more bags." The nurse quickly replied: "Each bag is 400 ml."

Huo Congjun and Ling Ran looked at each other and felt that it might not be enough.

Blood products have a shelf life, and there are many blood types. Therefore, even on a medical ship, it is impossible to store too much blood. After a day and night of surgery, there are still five to six thousand milliliters of blood left.

It has surpassed many blood stations in the interior.

In a normal operation, if the blood loss is less than 1,000, there is basically no need for blood transfusion. When the blood loss is large, a blood transfusion of 800 ml is considered to be more. Therefore, the remaining blood on the ship can originally support the operation for a relatively long period of time.

.Furthermore, for many patients whose bleeding volume exceeds the average, it is not possible to transfuse as much blood as they want. Many people die midway, and it is useless to transfuse more blood.

But the patient in front of him had a strong desire to live.

Huo Congjun and Ling Ran both had feelings and knew that such a patient was the most likely to be saved.

"We have to speed up." Huo Congjun whispered: "I will sew with you."

The main problem now is that a large number of blood vessels in the abdominal cavity have ruptured, and they must all be sutured so that the patient can have a chance of survival.

And before the suturing was done, there was a steady stream of bleeding.

Ling Ran didn't want Huo Congjun's help, so he refused decisively: "I can sew myself faster."

Huo Congjun had no choice but to stop in frustration.

Ling Ran continued to lower his head and sutured so hard that he didn't even notice the "ding" sound of the system.

Mission: Save him.

Mission content: Rescue the deputy team.
Chapter completed!