Medical road

As soon as Meng Ke heard this, he quickly went to prepare for the operation.There are only a few people in the township.With a throat, everyone should do what they should do.

Hu Zengxiang regretted it a little when he finished speaking.If something goes wrong, he won't get out of the relationship, here he is the superior doctor.Now it is too late to repent. A group of depressed people are stuck at the entrance of the hospital. They really want to repent, and it is probably difficult to go out.

"I hope it succeeds." With a sigh, Hu Zengxiang went to talk to the transfer department.Wang Zipeng and Zhang Fan didn't need to talk nonsense in a team, he was already flailing his arms and getting ready to go.Wang Zipeng and Zhang Fan transferred to two departments together and knew Zhang Fan very well and had more confidence.

"Test the blood type first, open the venous channel, and correct the shock." Zhang Fan began to give an oral doctor's order.Doctors, including Hu Zengxiang, started to act.To rescue a patient, one of the main doctors will give the doctor's order and other doctors will assist.Setting the priority is equal to the start of the charge.Unless major mistakes are made, generally assisting doctors will not interfere with the idea of ​​attending treatment.

"Type O, RH positive." An internist and part-time examiner in the health center.He said again: "Doctor Zhang, we have no blood."

Zhang Fan knew that the conditions of the health center were not good. He had expected this a long time ago. Fortunately, he and the patient have the same blood type. He said, "I am type O, come on, smoke mine, 400cc."

Many people in the pastoral area have never been to a hospital in their entire lives, so how can they know their blood type, and this is Zhang Fan's responsibility, and other doctors are not obliged to donate blood for free. Zhang Fan is not easy to speak.

"I'm getting older, 400cc may not be able to bear it, let me draw 200cc, I have the same blood type as the patient." At this moment, I don't want to be responsible anymore, and I have already started. As a medical group, let me do my best. Said the nurse.

"At least 1000cc must be prepared. Let's have a blood test in the crowd." Old Hu said to Meng Ke.

"We are just a simple blood type test, other blood tests can't be done!" Meng Ke said tangledly.

"Pick me, my blood type is also the same, 400cc. And just had a physical examination, there is no problem," said another transfer doctor who came along."Although I don't support this kind of operation here, but since you have decided, I can only obey." He transferred to the surgery and knew the risks of the operation, but even the basic tests could not be done here. Live horse doctor.

After Zhang Fan's system was strengthened, 400cc of blood was no problem at all for him, but another doctor, like a thin chicken, would not work, and he was dizzy!It's a bit disgusting!I don't have time to care about him, just take a rest.Take care of yourself, who makes him a doctor.

When the operation started, Wang Zipeng helped.The weather in early spring made people cold when wearing less clothes, but he was sweating profusely on his head, and he was nervous!They used to be second aid or third aid.

This time I was a helper, but for many times I couldn't meet Zhang Fan's requirements and couldn't help Zhang Fan.Open the posterior rectus abdominis sheath, wall peritoneum, enter the abdominal cavity, wash your hands and explore, "Stomach is perforated, still bleeding, prepare ice salt water." Zhang Fan said to Meng Ke.

"The refrigerator is broken! I haven't had time to fix it." Meng Ke flushed.

"Um! Then rinse with salt water." Zhang Fan glanced at Meng Ke, not knowing what to say.

Intermittently suture, after sewing, pull the omentum to cover the wound.After washing again and confirming that there is no obvious bleeding, check the gauze and close the abdomen.

The old Hu outside the operating room was nervous to death, more nervous than he was performing the operation himself.For a while, I blamed myself for not stopping Zhang Fan, and for a while I looked forward to the success of the operation.Another doctor, Li, who donated blood, was lying on the hospital bed for infusion. He was a little poor, and the nurses here were not experienced enough to draw blood a bit faster.

There are more and more Mongolians outside.An ethnic group here is the same ancestor as a Han village of the same surname.Lao Hu watched the herdsmen gather more and more outside the door, and he didn't understand Mongolian, his hands started to shake a little."If we can't get off the stage today, these people will be alone, we all have to hold this. Hey!" The more he thought about it, the more worried he became, and the palm of his hand was cold.If it weren't for leaning on a chair, he might have sat on the ground.

Surgery is only one sentence, but it is not easy to do. Wang Zipeng has never had stomach surgery, and Zhang Fan has to teach him in many places.Hand-in-hand arrangement.

That is to say, today this patient has a good life and met three doctors with the same blood type.Otherwise, even the ischemic shock cannot be corrected, so the suture is completed and the abdomen is closed.Zhang Fan is no longer in a hurry.He stretched his head and looked at the stable patient's number, and said to Meng Ke: "Lao Meng, your place is not good in feng shui, I can encounter things every time I come."

"Nonsense, good. Here! Genghis Khan has been here, great place! Will you come this summer?"

"Why, do you want to shear wool again?" Zhang Fan asked jokingly.

"Haha." The operation was almost completed, and Meng Ke was relieved.

"Okay, it's done. Lao Meng, you have to worry about it these days. The operation is very successful. Don't have problems with postoperative care. You must worry about the stomach tube. Don't let him unplug secretly.

"He dared to knock his hand off. You should take a break and have the operation immediately after the blood draw. Thank you so much."

Meng Ke and the nurse pushed the patient out of the operating room.Lao Hu saw Meng Ke's face with a smile, and he couldn't stand softly anymore. A group of big men surrounded the operating door and couldn't communicate with each other. Can you not be nervous.

"The doctor in the city rescued Mu Tu. His blood belongs to the doctor in the city. They are our best friends. Let us thank our friends with the most enthusiastic banquet."

"Good!" Although the voice is loud, they all use Mongolian.Old Hu didn't understand either, but fortunately everyone looked very happy."Seeing Zhang Fan and Wang Zipeng out of the operating room, Lao Hu said: "Hurry up and pull me, I can't stand up with soft legs."How about the operation, nothing will happen, right?"

"No problem, Dr. Zhang did a great job, and there is no bleeding at all." Wang Zipeng said excitedly.This was his first major operation as a helper.

"That's good. Hey! I am really old!" Lao Hu said with emotion.

I thought it was just a bug, but I was almost scared to death.Fortunately, the results are not bad.

In the evening, the whole tribe moved.The grassland is wide and vast, creating a hearty personality for herdsmen.Singing a toast song, the snow-white Hada hung on the doctors' necks one by one.

The whole sheep, the first piece of meat. The oldest herder cut it off with a knife and gave it to Lao Hu: "For relatives from afar, please taste the lamb from the grassland."

The herders entertain the doctors as much as possible.Because this is their friend, a doctor friend from afar.

Drunk old Hu and Meng Ke hugged and danced, Wang Zipeng hey!Hey!Smirk.There is no sense of strangeness, the language is not good, it's okay, have a bowl!Happy night!Zhang Fan was dismissed early.