The Surgeon's Studio Chapter 697 - Fighting Side By Side

Chapter 697: Fighting Side By Side

In the Huaxi operating theatre.

The orthopedic doctors completed surgery and the patients were sent down.

Taking advantage of this interval, the doctors made good use of their time. They either leaned against the wall or spread the sterile clothes they had taken off onto the floor. They did not care whether it was hot or cold. They lay down and fell asleep. Even if they could not fall asleep, it was still good for them to relax their bodies.

The surgery was already done so quickly. Everyone became cautious. They had exhausted their energy. The surgery could be a little slower but they could not afford to make any mistakes.

They hoped that the doctors who supported them from behind would come up early so that they could sleep for a few hours…even though they knew this was an extravagant hope.

When they heard the sound of a stretcher trolley, everyone became numb.

The chief surgeon who was lying on the ground was half-awake as he calculated that he could sleep for at least ten minutes after they carried the patient and sterilizing him.

It was good that he could sleep for ten minutes.

“Teacher Yan, take a look,” the doctor who was receiving the patient said.

“I’m sleeping for awhile. You should prepare for the surgery first.”

“It’s a patient with medical records.” The doctor who was receiving the patient shook the simple plastic bag in his hand.

The plastic bag was tightly sealed. One look and one could tell that the other person had put in a lot of effort.

Professor Yan, who was lying on the ground, immediately got up. He forced himself to pull himself together and s.n.a.t.c.hed the plastic bag.

The patients with medical records all came from the same place.

This had been proven before.

There were those from the general surgery department, the orthopedics Department, those who had undergone surgery, and those who had just been rescued and diagnosed directly.

The small medical record weighed more than a thousand pounds. This was a firsthand observation of the doctors who were in charge of rescuing the patients on the frontline.

It was relatively easy to deal with the patients who had medical records after surgery. But this was not the key point. For the orthopedics department, it was impossible for them to do embolectomy on the frontline and prepare for the first stage of amputation.

They knew what was going on ahead and had also asked a patient who had been embolized after surgery what had happened. It was said that the surgery was done in a ruin.

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

There were not many patients like this, only less than ten. Each patient could at least keep one or two joints.

If they did not have the surgery, they might have to amputate the whole leg. Now, only the lower leg would be cut off. Some even only needed to cut off half of the dead foot.

For the orthopedics department, it was extremely important for the patient to recover and maintain a normal life after the operation.

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

On the paper, there was a crooked outline of the patient’s condition, as well as the treatment that had been done and other suggestions.

Everyone had their own judgment about the patient’s condition.

However, under such special circ.u.mstances, Professor Yan still wanted to try his best to respect the opinions of the doctors who were at the frontline, who braved the aftershocks and torrential rain to perform surgery.

At the same time, he was also guessing which G.o.d-level doctor had run to the frontline to leave a glimmer of hope for so many seriously injured patients.

“The ankle joint can be preserved. Try your best,” Professor Yan said softly after he finished reading the medical records.

The atmosphere in the operating theater instantly became much more relaxed.

“Are there any other similar patients?” Professor Yan asked.

“No, this is the last batch,” the doctor who went to pick up the patients said. “The main force drove in. Although the road hasn’t been cleared yet, they carried the stretcher and did their best to transport the seriously injured patients in the front down. I asked about the situation and said that the two military doctors who performed the surgery came down from the front with the first batch. I don’t know which hospital they’re in now.”

Professor Yan felt a little regretful.

It was such a happy thing for such a powerful demon-level doctor to be able to come here and work together with him.

It was a pity.

However, Professor Yan was sure that they must be in the place that needed them the most, fighting side by side with him.

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One by one, the first-aid ambulances came from the Second Provincial Hospital to send the injured to the hospital. After that, they returned to the hospital without pause.

The emergency doctor glanced at the patient. There was a plastic doc.u.ment bag beside the patient with a piece of white paper inside.

“It was sent from Pengxi Village,” he said with certainty.

It was extremely rare for such a large number of injured people to be sent to the hospital and still have medical records.

It was his first time receiving such a patient, and he was also very surprised. However, the medical records and treatment procedures, as well as the source of the injured people, were clearly written in the doc.u.ment folder. Even the doctor in the first-aid ambulances that sent the injured people to the hospital said that the number of the injured people should not be lost so that their relatives could look for them in the future.

In the midst of all the chaos, they were still able to be meticulous. This meant that they had a huge amount of work and an unlimited amount of energy.

The emergency doctor opened the transparent folder and took a look at what was written on it. He said, “Send them to the orthopedics department. They are the patients after pelvic fracture interventional surgery. Don’t forget to hand over the blood transfusion bags.”

“Okay.”A few of the volunteers were already familiar with the workflow here and responded clearly.

One of them was a newcomer. He was curious about everything. It was a little strange to see that this patient was different from the others.

However, he did not ask immediately. Sending the injured to the corresponding department was the most important thing at hand.

He ran all the way to send the injured to the orthopedics department to do the handover.

“Brother, why does this injured person still have medical records?” the new volunteer asked.

“At Pengxi Village Hospital, this guy came from one of the outposts. Some of the injured are more seriously injured so they’ll be operated on there. Those who come from Pengxi Village have transparent folders with a medical record of how the injured were treated.”

“I’ve been to the front before but iI can’t believe that this comes from Pengxi Village.” The other volunteer came earlier and knew more. “Other places aren’t as well organized as Pengxi Village. I heard that many of the Huaxi surgeons who went to the frontline in the first wave performed surgeries in Pengxi Village Hospital. Also, there seems to be a volunteer who is fully responsible for the trivial procedures over there.”

“Volunteer? Same as us?”

“Same? Are you kidding me? Next time, ask the doctors and nurses on the first-aid ambulance if they know Uncle Ning from Pengxi Village.”

“How long has it been? He already has a name?” The new volunteer was surprised.

“Those young nurses all call Uncle Ning ‘Prince Charming’. The doctors are all full of admiration. To be able to straighten out an outpost in the shortest amount of time and even have a medical record, is this something that an ordinary person can do?”

“He’s also a volunteer? That sounds amazing.”

“It’s said that the first thing he did was to empty a Carrefour warehouse and bring a large fleet of cars to support those who needed it. Later on, he helped out in Huaxi for a period of time. One by one, troops drove in and he went to Pengxi Village Hospital.”

“There are many dragons and tigers in Pengxi Village, it really is true.” A volunteer sighed.

“Do the work at hand well and we’ll be worthy of praise too.”

“If there’s a chance, I would also like to visit Uncle Ning. At least when I get home, I can tell people that I’ve seen him before.”

“Stop bullsh*tting, take some time to get some well-deserved rest in. The main troops have just entered the mountains and this is only the beginning. There’s still work to be done.”