Medical road

Seventy-two hours is the dividing line for rescue.Every second during this period is precious to the wounded.On the first day (ie within 24 hours), the survival rate of rescued personnel was around 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. The People's Liberation Army and Armed Police forces stationed in the disaster area have invested more than 10,000 people.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 had passed, almost all the wounded who were brought up were operations that required the cooperation of various departments.The medical area is also full of all kinds of tension, because after the first day passed, the number of patients sent has already passed away.

It's not that the doctors didn't try their best. They wished that each of them would become Avalokitesvara. The reality is cruel. Often many people leave the world forever before they can be treated.

In the corner of the surgical cart, Zhang Fan curled up, his face covered with a sweat-wiping towel.He had just finished an operation. At this time, he took the time to rest. There was no way the anesthesiologist, nurse, and assistant could take turns. The surgeon was too scarce and could only insist.

No time to grieve, no time to sigh, doze is the world's most thing that makes people forget everything temporarily.Zhang Fan drooled and went to sleep instantly, without even a dream.Other personnel in the surgical cart should work as quietly as possible.

"How many hours has he been?" The deputy dean outside quietly came in and said in a low voice. Although the chief surgeon cannot be replaced, the leader of the triage of the wounded still wants to do it so that these people can take a break. .

"It's 30 hours." The nurse handover has taken the continuous work time of the chief surgeon as a handover procedure.

"Okay, let him sleep for an hour first. Hey, I'll think of a way." He can't do it anymore, and the deputy dean also knows that if he continues to do it, these doctors will definitely die suddenly.

Zhang Fan had just slept for an hour when he was awakened by the person who sent the sick number outside. He shook his dizzy head and quickly washed his face.

"What's the number?" It is probably due to lack of sleep. Zhang Fan's feet are a little bit low, walking like a drunk man.

"Abdominal trauma! This patient is a relatively minor one, and the deputy director said it will be sent to you. Let you have a simple operation and take a little rest!"

"Um! Okay, come up." Zhang Fan said quickly, and the patient number was carried up, and Zhang Fan's assistant followed.The city hospital almost evacuated Ouyang. The patients who could be discharged hurry and were discharged. Those who could not be discharged were also gathered and admitted to a limited number of doctors. The rest of the surgeons have already begun to rotate.

However, the injuries in the disaster area are too complicated, almost all of them are compound injuries. Generally, doctors in a single department can't take it down. Therefore, Zhang Fan, who has very comprehensive surgical skills, is the most exhausted one.

It was a young patient who was sent here.Fate is too big, because the family visitor, he slept in the old house.The old house is a thin earth embryo house, and the beams are made of bamboo.So his injury is relatively minor, which is a fracture of both lower limbs.

As time went by, fewer and fewer wounded were rescued. Even if they were rescued, they had not undergone surgery, or the rescue effect was getting worse and worse.

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

"It has been more than seventy hours. The number of wounded who can survive is very small. Now our focus is not on this, but the follow-up work."

"Okay, then prepare to evacuate the handlebars. Leave a professional disaster relief team, and other units will begin to evacuate the handlebars slowly. Ask the person in charge of each unit to go down and do the evacuation work."

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

In fact, when the time entered fifty hours, the wounded began to decline from the peak, and the rescue efficiency became lower and lower.As each unit was preparing to evacuate, the soldiers in the disaster area let out a cry of exclamation.

"There are people, there are signs of life, hurry up, here!" As the digging deepened, there were no survivors at the bottom.When everyone is about to lose 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 could see why.

"Yeah, I hope this survivor can survive." Because the time is too long, almost everyone dare not report any hope.

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

"I saw it! I saw it! This turning cellar hasn't been crushed! Come on! Everyone work harder to open up a little bit." The people around were extremely excited. For such a long time, no survivors have been seen.

When the soldiers dig a big mouth, one of the soldiers immediately jumped down.He crawled in, wearing a miner's lamp on his head, and everyone almost held their breath, looking forward to the entrance of the cave.

People, after all, still yearn for beauty. Who does not 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 have passed.

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

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

After the surviving villagers around saw the little girl, their holding breaths became smoother. Listening to the little girl's cry, these villagers also began to cry, and then an aunt jumped straight down.

"Nizi! Nizi! Don't cry, don't cry! Where are you uncomfortable, tell the maid!" The aunt said not to cry, in fact she shed more tears than anyone else.

"Maid, where's my mother?" the little girl with the teeth choked to ask.

"Your mother, it's here, it's all here, Nizi!" The aunt was talking, her lips trembling more and more, and she couldn't speak.

"Quickly, let the doctor check it." At this time, a doctor also hurried down.

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

"Okay, I'll eat it for you now, slow down! Drink some water first." After talking, the doctor gave the child a little sugar and salt water, then gave the nurse a wink and started the intravenous infusion directly.

The doll is so dehydrated!

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

"I was urinating in the middle of the night, and my mother took me out to pee, but halfway through the pee, I heard a rumbling sound. My mother pushed me into the cellar and called me to crawl in.

Then she said to call my father.Then there is nothing to see.I cried loudly and yelled loudly. No one was paying attention to me. I couldn't see anything. Then I was so hungry that I ate the raw potato from the cellar.Madam, I will never eat unwashed raw potato, don't you tell my mother, okay!"The little girl cut her mouth open, raised her mouth slightly, and looked at the aunt like a baby.

"Okay. Nizi, Madam will not say anything, Madam will not say anything." Tears!The aunt burst into tears.

"Sister, have you seen it, have you heard it, your baby is fine, you can go with peace of mind, don't worry, I will be her mother in the future, and both of us will live well. You must bless her Ah!" She raised her head, looked at the sky, said silently in her heart, and then the tears flowed directly into her mouth!

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

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

Hope, this is hope!