West China, in the operating room.

The orthopedic doctors completed an operation and the patient was sent down.

Taking advantage of this interval, doctors seize the time, either leaning against the wall, or directly spreading the sterile clothes off to the ground, regardless of the heat and cold, and lie down and sleep. Even if you can't sleep, it's good to be able to relieve your health.

To achieve this, the operation is no longer necessary. Everyone is cautious. If you run out of energy, the operation can be slower, but you must never make any mistakes.

I hope that the doctors who are supporting me will come up early and can sleep for a few hours... Although they know that this is a luxury.

Everyone was numb when they heard the sound of the flat car.

The surgeon lying on the ground half-awake, thinking about lifting the patient and disinfecting it, so that he could sleep at least ten minutes.

Very good, can sleep for ten minutes.

"Teacher Yan, take a look." said the doctor who answered the patient.

"Sleep for a while, you can prepare for the surgery first."

"It's the wounded with medical records." The doctor who picked up the patient shook the simple plastic bag in his hand.

The plastic bag is sealed very strongly, and you can tell at a glance that you have used your heart.

Professor Yan, who was lying on the ground, got up all of a sudden, and forced himself to snatch the plastic bag.

Patients with medical records all come from the same place.

This has been proven before.

There are general surgery, orthopedics; there are postoperatives, and there are just rescued and diagnosed directly.

A small medical record has been greatly improved. This is the first-hand observation information of the doctors responsible for rescue at the frontline.

Postoperative patients with medical records are relatively simple to deal with. But this is not critical. For orthopedics, the front-line thrombectomy surgery is a fantasy to prepare for amputation.

They knew what was going on before and asked a postoperative patient who had thrombectomy. It was said that he had thrombectomy surgery in a ruin.

At that time, everyone was silent in the operating room.

There are not many similar patients, only less than ten. Each patient can try to retain 1-2 joints.

If the surgery is not performed, the whole leg may be amputated, and only the calf is cut off. Some even only need to be cut off the necrotic half of the foot.

For orthopedics, it is extremely important for patients to recover after surgery and maintain a normal life.

Professor Yan asked for a pair of scissors, cut open the plastic bag, and took out a piece of wet white paper from it.

The paper writes the patient's condition in a twisted manner, as well as the treatments done, and suggestions.

Everyone has their own judgment on the patient's condition.

But in this special situation, Professor Yan still wants to respect the opinions of doctors who are on the front line, brave aftershocks and heavy rains.

He was also guessing which god-level doctor was who had reached the forefront and left a glimmer of hope for so many seriously injured people.

"Try to try to retain ankle joint energy." Professor Yan whispered after reading the medical records.

The atmosphere in the operating room became much more relaxed in an instant.

"Are there any similar wounded?" Professor Yan asked.

"No, this is the last batch." The doctor who went to pick up the wounded said: "The large army drove in. Although the road was not open yet, carrying the stretcher and trying to transport all the seriously injured in front. I asked about the situation and said that they were two military doctors who had the surgery. The first batch came down from the front. I don't know which hospital they are now."

Professor Yan has some regrets.

How happy it is to be such a great god-level doctor who can come here and work together.

What a pity.

However, Professor Yan is sure that they must be fighting side by side with themselves where they are needed the most.

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In the Second Provincial Hospital, 120 ambulances drove in, and sent the injured, and returned again, tirelessly.

The emergency doctor glanced at the patient and there was a plastic file bag next to him with white paper.

"It was sent by Pengxi Township." He was very sure.

It is extremely rare to retain treatment or medical records when such a large number of injured people are sent down.

He was also surprised when he received such a patient for the first time. However, the medical records and medical procedures in the folder, the source of the injured, were clearly written. The doctor on the 120 ambulance sent to the injured said that the injured had numbered the injured, so that the number should not be lost so that the relatives would find it in the future.

In the midst of busy and chaos, you can still be careful as if you are tired, which means huge workload and unlimited energy.

The emergency doctor opened the transparent folder and looked at the process written on it, saying: "I sent it to the orthopedics department. I am a patient who was involved in the interventional surgery for pelvic fracture. Don't forget to hand over the blood transfusion bag."

"Okay." Several volunteers were already familiar with the work flow here and responded crisply.

One of them is new and is curious about everything. It is a bit strange to see that this patient is different from the others.

But he didn't ask immediately, sending the injured to the corresponding department was the most important thing in front of him.

Running all the way, the injured were sent to the orthopedic department for handover.

"Brother, why does this wounded have medical records?" asked the new volunteer.

"The side of Pengxi Township Hospital is one of the outposts. Some injured people are seriously injured and have direct surgery on that side. Those who come from Pengxi Township have transparent folders, which contain a medical record of the treatment process of the wounded."

"I've been to the front before, but it's not Pengxi Township." Another volunteer came earlier and knew more about it. "There are no other places as well-organized as Pengxi Township. I heard that many of the first wave of West China surgeons who went to the front line had surgery at Pengxi Township Hospital. In addition, there seems to be a volunteer who is fully responsible for trivial processes."

"Volunteer? Just like us?"

"Same? What are you kidding? Next time you ask the doctor and nurse on the 120 ambulance, do you know Uncle Ning from Pengxi Township?"

"How long has it been since you have a name?" The new volunteer was surprised.

"Those young nurses all call Uncle Ning a male god, and the doctors all admire him and are impressed. They can straighten outposts in the shortest time and even have medical records. Can ordinary people do this?"

"Does it also be a volunteer? It sounds amazing."

"It is said that it was the first time that a Carrefour warehouse was emptied and a large convoy came to support him. Later, he helped in West China for a while, and troops drove in one after another, so he went to Pengxi Township Hospital."

"If you want to talk about the land of China, it's true." A volunteer sighed.

"Just do the work at hand well, just be worthy of yourself."

"If I have the chance, I want to see Uncle Ning too. At least after I go home, some people will tell people."
Chapter completed!