Chapter 666 - As Long As They Survive, Who Cares?
In Huaxi Hospital, the experienced emergency department doctors stood in the courtyard and triaged the injured that were brought in by bus after bus. Xie Ning stood beside the doctor and busied himself in silence. At first, he helped carry the patients and escorted them to the ward and operating theater. As more and more volunteers joined in, middle-aged and old people like Xie Ning were pushed aside by the young men. People were so anxious that their eyes turned red. They did not care about respecting the old and caring for the young. Xie Ning stood in front of a wall, holding a pen and paper from the emergency department. He handed them out to the survivors and family seekers. Behind him was an ordinary wall. Not long ago, an old man who had been rescued from the disaster area was looking for a pen and paper with tears in his eyes. After writing down the last location and appearance of the missing family member, the old man cried silently. Perhaps this would be a final farewell for him. Xie Ning saw that the old man's words were messy and unclear. After asking the old man's family member's specific appearance and characteristics, he wrote a new one and silently pasted the missing person notice on the wall. Once there was one, there would be another. Soon, a long line of missing people notices was pasted along the wall. As the wind blew, the white paper rustled as if it was crying. The seemingly simple task quickly consumed Xie Ning's energy. During this period of time, he started smoking again. It seemed that the spicy stimulation of the tobacco made him feel more...alive. For the rest of the time, he did not even need to sleep. He busied himself day and night. The sound of the ambulance was no longer so ear-piercing. Instead, it seemed somewhat pleasant. After all, the continuous arrival of ambulances meant that a large number of injured people had been rescued and sent over. With the help of Huaxi Hospital, most of the injured people could receive timely and appropriate treatment. The doctors in Huaxi were the same as the Imperial Capital Hospital. The emergency surgical force that had stayed at home during the earthquake was pulled away by car. After that, they canceled their leave. All the doctors were called back and began to busy themselves day and night. Another car full of patients was sent over and Xie Ning watched from afar. Although he was tired to the point of numbness, he still habitually analyzed the patient's severity from some small movements and tried to figure out whether it was worth rescuing them. However, Xie Ning saw that the gray-haired chief of the Huaxi emergency department did not look right this time. The department chief of the emergency department looked at the patients. He was a little surprised and did not immediately perform triage as usual. It was very strange. Xie Ning found a place to put up the missing person notice in his hand. He tried his best not to affect the other missing person notices in its surroundings. After that, he leaned over. "Where was this surgery done?" The old department chief of the emergency department asked in surprise when he saw the incision and accessories on the patient's abdomen. A doctor got off the car and reported the patient's specific situation. "It was a patient who was picked up by a helicopter. It was said that he was injured on an isolated island that could not be entered. The doctor who went to the frontline did an emergency surgery. He wrote down the patient's diagnosis, treatment, and future recommendations before attaching them to the patient." The old chief frowned. The area in front of him was like an isolated island. Could one perform level-three or level-four surgery in such a desolate state? There should be no such thing. This was the first batch of postoperative patients who had received level-three or level-four surgery. Other than that, there were only simple orthopedic splints and simple wound debridement and suturing. However, time was tight. Although the patient's blood type had already been determined, he began to transfuse blood. However, seeing that his condition was not stable, he needed to be sent to the appropriate department immediately to confirm the diagnosis and carry out subsequent treatment. The old chief saw that the patient had layers of adhesive tape stuck to a strong plastic bag. He tore off a patient's adhesive tape, took out the paper inside, and looked at it carefully. It was a piece of wet tissue. The handwriting on it was a little blurry but everything could be read clearly enough. Hemorrhagic shock, hepatic rupture, and hepatic rupture had already been sewn up under local anesthesia. The surgeon wrote down his own recommendations at the back—blood transfusion and a second laparotomy in the general surgery department. Wound debridement was to be done before being sent to the ICU for anti-shock treatment. This was the suggestion of the first line personnel. The department chief of the emergency department would not refuse. After that, the handling of this batch of people would be much simpler. They could just send them directly to the general surgery department. Although more than ten seriously injured people were on their last breaths, they had still managed to make it to Huaxi alive. As long as they made it to Huaxi, even if they wanted to die, it would not be so easy. The emergency department's department chief was confident about this. However, his expression was strange and filled with disbelief. After all the patients had been triaged and the doctors under him escorted the patients to the corresponding departments, the old chief frowned. "Chief, what's wrong?" Xie Ning asked as he passed him a cigarette. "Ningzi, why don't you go and rest for a while?" the old chief asked. He did not know what Xie Ning's name was and Xie Ning had not told him either. He only said that it was fine to call him Ningzi. As for the junior doctors, it was enough to call him Brother Ning or Uncle Ning. There was no need to get to know each other. In a few days, the earthquake relief work would be over. They would be far away from each other and completely forgotten the other's existence. "I'm not tired." Xie Ning also lit up a cigarette. Taking advantage of the short break, he slowly relaxed. "Those patients just now looked different from the others." "Yeah. They had surgery at the frontline. Otherwise, they wouldn't have lasted until now." The old chief took a deep puff of the cigarette before saying in confusion, "But the paper said that the local anesthetist performed the surgery. I believe in the previous conditions, but as for surgery... The local anesthetist cut the spleen and sew the liver? I've never seen it before." "Who cares? As long as people come to us alive, that's enough," Xie Ning was carefree and said that with a smile. What he said made sense. Now was not the time to delve into academic issues. The old chief smiled, took a few puffs of his cigarette, and then put it out. There were not many patients sent over, but it was said that the main force had already entered. One could foresee that in the next few days and nights, there would be a huge peak period waiting for him. It was not only Huaxi but also the provincial and municipal hospitals as well. There was a huge flow of patients and many who needed surgery. It was likely that the doctors in the in-patient department would not be able to handle it. Who knew, they might need to scrub their hands and perform the surgery themselves. He took the opportunity to find a place to nap for a while. He really did not know when he would be able to sleep again. "Ningzi, you do your work first. I'll find a place to nap for a while," the old chief said. Xie Ning watched as the old chief called one of his capable doctors to wait for the triage before leaving. He put out his cigarette and went back to work. Some people were lucky enough to leave their names and physical features on the wall. Xie Ning's brain was like a computer. The match only lasted for an instant. The people who got separated met again and hugged each other to celebrate. Xie Ning was happy for them from the bottom of his heart. However, most people could not wait for the results. Their loved ones had already said goodbye to them forever. Only the paper brushing on the missing people's walls was being blown around by the wind, leaving behind care and sacrifice in this world. Not long after, a group of young men in suits arrived in Huaxi. Xie Ning took them away and rushed to the frontline as they had originally planned.
Chapter 667 - Fist-Pumped The Sky
A large aftershock caused the walls to creak. Zheng Ren and Su Yun's faces turned pale. Although this space was supported by a lead wall, it definitely could not withstand another aftershock above level 6. They had just sent a patient out but
the new patient had not been brought in yet. In the narrow and cramped space, there were only Zheng Ren and Su Yun. This could be considered a blessing in disguise. At the very least, they did not need to worry about the patient's safety. They just needed to protect themselves. Because of that, the chances of survival were high...but not by much. Zheng Ren and Su Yun's actions were almost identical. At the same time, they hid in the corner that looked the sturdiest. After that, they looked at each other but no one said anything. Fear and uneasiness dominated the place. Although Zheng Ren and Su Yun risked great danger during surgeries, it did not mean that they were not afraid. Zheng Ren could only hide in the corner and comfort himself. With his luck +12 attribute, he would definitely be fine. On the other hand, Su Yun was filled with fear and curiosity as he looked at the shaking wall. When he heard the tsunami-like roar coming from the mantle, he could not help but feel a little absent-minded. Gradually, the two of them calmed down. At most, they would just die. Since they had already accepted it, it was not difficult to let go. Although Zheng Ren's mind was filled with Xie Yiren and Su Yun felt regretful that he had not won the Nobel Prize, what could he do? The strong aftershocks quickly ended, leaving only weaker aftershocks that kept coming one after another. Another piece of the building that was originally not sturdy collapsed, falling right in front of the small ventilation window. Originally, there was still a trace of light and shadow outside, but at this moment, nothing could be seen. The room was full of dust, and it was difficult to breathe. "Boss, it seems we have survived yet again," Su Yun looked at the dark space and whispered. His voice was ethereal, just like a ghost. Zheng Ren wanted to smile. Although no one could see it, this smile was for himself and Xie Yiren who was far away. Shouldn't they celebrate if they could survive and see the sun tomorrow? "I think so," Zheng Ren said. "Zheng Ren, Su Yun!" As the strong aftershock passed, shouts came from outside. It was Zhao Yunlong. He shouted at the first moment. The voice was muffled, low and distant, like the sound of the heart when it was stuffed. "What are you howling for? Your Brother Yun won't die!" Su Yun stood up and shook the dust off his body. "The air vent is blocked. We'll open it right now. The two of you, hurry up and come out." Zhao Yunlong heard Su Yun's voice and he was gearing up to argue with him so they were both probably fine. "There's no rush. Send the next patient in," Zheng Ren said. "Not for the time being!" Zhao Yunlong said. Hmm, so soon? Zheng Ren was stunned by the surgery. Who was going to calculate how many patients he had done and how many more patients needed to be operated on? It was done. That was really good news. Zheng Ren was also unwilling to perform surgery in this grave-like place. It would be fine if he was really smashed to death. If he was trapped and did not have heavy machinery, he would starve to death... Forget it. He did not want to think about these things. He should just think about something happy. The people outside quickly cleared the rocks blocking the air vent. They cleared a path for Zheng Ren and Su Yun to climb out. Fortunately, although the aftershock was strong, the building did not collapse. It was just clearing some rubble. The problem was easily solved. Half an hour later, Zheng Ren and Su Yun climbed out. After seven to eight hours of surgery in this tomb-like place, they had climbed out and breathed in the fresh air. Even the raindrops felt so refreshing. "How are the wounded?" Zheng Ren asked as he took a few deep breaths and quickly recovered his strength. "The helicopter came twice again and picked up the seriously injured." Zhao Yunlong obviously felt that the pressure was a lot lighter, so he continued with a smile, "The colonel asked where you were. I told him you went to do surgery under the ruins. If it weren't for the tight schedule and heavy tasks, he would have wanted to see you." Zheng Ren thought of the bearded pilot. So he was a colonel. His rank was so high. No wonder Su Yun had looked at him in that way. It was strange that he did not recognize the colonel's epaulets. "The main force is just one mountain away. Behind them, heavy equipment is also being transported up. They are clearing the road." Zhao Yunlong's voice was somewhat cheerful and full of hope. Everything was developing in a good direction. Zheng Ren heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that the possibility of getting out alive was getting higher and higher. To live and continue to live was the best thing that could happen. The sound of a propeller came from afar once again. Zheng Ren's mind was jolted. Even if the main force were to come in, they could only bring in urgently needed supplies with their manpower. The search and rescue of the survivors would be faster. As long as the road was not clear, the task of transporting seriously injured people who needed to be treated in the ICU would definitely have to be completed by a helicopter. It was great to hear the propeller sound. The rain gradually stopped. The lights of a helicopter appeared in the night sky. It was like the morning star, carrying endless hope. Zheng Ren took the time to write down a brief introduction of each patient's condition as well as the treatment recommendations for the later stages. He put them into plastic bags and pasted them on the patients. By the time he was done, Zhao Yunlong and the others had already finished moving the necessary items that the helicopter had brought over. They began to carry the patients onto the helicopter. Zheng Ren walked happily to the front of the helicopter. He wanted to chat with the bearded man one more time. He wanted to ask if the patients who had been transferred had all been sent to Huaxi. Then there was the question of whether the doctors from the dialysis department had already arrived. There were also the dialysis machines... There were countless questions and expectations. However, when he arrived before the helicopter, he did not see the bearded pilot. This time, it was a middle-aged man in his thirties. Zheng Ren moved closer. The helicopter's propeller made a rumbling sound. One had to roar when speaking. If not, no one would be able to hear him clearly. After explaining things to the new pilot, Zheng Ren felt that he was not used to it. As someone who was like a patient with advanced facial blindness, it was a happy thing to be able to see a familiar face. Amidst the rumbling sound of the propeller, the other side had already sent the seriously injured people onto the helicopter. Zheng Ren saluted the pilot and shouted, "Give my regards to the colonel!" The voice passed through the rumbling sound and the pilot who returned the salute was stunned. His face instantly darkened. Zheng Ren saw the change in him, and a haze shrouded the bottom of his heart. "The regiment commander...dropped dead an hour ago," the pilot said with a gloomy face. "From now on, the mission of this town will be completed by me. If there is a change, then assume I have departed from the world." With that, he turned around and left, his eyes bloodshot. The helicopter flew away, braving the scattered drizzle and thick fog that could not be dispersed. Zheng Ren looked at the lights on the tail of the helicopter in a daze and was stunned for a long time. "Boss, what's wrong?" Su Yun saw that Zheng Ren's condition was not right and came over to ask. "Nothing." Zheng Ren shook his head and watched the helicopter leave. Zheng Ren was silent as he watched the helicopter fly through the rain with difficulty. He slowly raised his right arm and saluted. After that, he extended his right fist and fist-pumped the sky.
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