"Chief nurse, please wait!" Su Yun suddenly saw the chief nurse's figure in the operating theater and immediately stopped her.
"Huh?" The chief nurse was a little unhappy. Her fatigue had acc.u.mulated and it was like a volcano that could erupt at any time.
However, when she looked back, she saw that it was Su Yun. Her anger dissipated and she said, "Doctor Su, what's the matter?"
Su Yun jogged over and told the chief nurse about the hyperbaric oxygen chamber.
Zheng Ren felt that Su Yun was really useful at times. As long as he was willing, he could confide in everyone, regardless of whether they were men or women. However, most of the time, he acted as if he was the best in the world. It made people want to slap him.
After giving a few instructions, Su Yun smiled and returned to Zheng Ren's side. He said, "We've talked about the hyperbaric oxygen chamber. The surgery in the hybrid operating room will be done soon. It's time for us to go next."
"Okay." Zheng Ren nodded.
"Boss, let me tell you. This time, I've already done the interventional embolization for the pelvic fracture. Now, the surgery for removing the embolus and amputation is also going to be ridiculously and disgustingly overwhelming in number," Su Yun said.
"It's still early. There are at least a few thousand TIPS surgeries to do when we go back...within half a year," Zheng Ren said faintly. "I remember you telling me that no matter what happens, everything that you do in life will be considered artistic."
Su Yun thought of doing thousands of TIPS surgeries to the point of vomiting, his face immediately turning bitter.
Was this really life?
Pui!
The two of them walked toward the hybrid operating room. The matron brought an orthopedic bag that had just been sterilized to the operating theater. Then, she picked up her cell phone and dialed a number.
Chapter 743 - Raised Their Heads Even Higher
Professor Huang did not pay attention to the call at first. When the chief nurse of the operating theater reminded him that this was Doctor Zheng's opinion, he immediately became energized.
No one would neglect a matter that was reported step by step.
The hyperbaric oxygen chamber itself was a scarce resource. It was not like a dialysis machine that could be deployed all over the country.
This kind of matter would be a headache even for the frontline headquarters.
At 3.55 in the morning, the frontline headquarters received a call. The staff officer recorded it and handed the information to the professionals in charge of medical treatment.
Department Chief Kong's eyes were red as he looked at all kinds of data. He was thinking about a solution when he received the latest information.
Thousands of kidney physicians had rushed over from all over the country. Countless machines had been sent over. They had to make reasonable arrangements and try not to waste resources. This was already a headache for the staff officers and the relevant doctors.
Department Chief Kong's eyes were a little blurry. He was stunned when he saw the information the staff officer had brought over.
"Hyperbaric oxygen chambers?" Department Chief Kong pondered.
"I don't think there are that many patients with head injuries. Why did they say they wanted hyperbaric oxygen chambers?" asked another old chief of the Military Medical University who was on duty.
Ever since he came to the front line, Department Chief Kong had been busy in the frontline headquarters.
There were thousands of messages coming from the frontline. When it came to medical treatment, there had to be a professional who was responsible for determining the priorities and then transferring all kinds of information.
At the beginning, Department Chief Kong was on the verge of collapse.
There were countless isolated islands on the frontline, and the main force could not enter for the time being. The light and small teams went in because they did not carry enough medical supplies and there were cries for help everywhere.
Even if they used the strategic reserve resources, it would be useless if they could not enter.
Among the countless messages, Department Chief Kong discovered the situation report from Nanchuan Town.
Medical supplies... Department Chief Kong was especially helpless when faced with such a request. There was no need to guess. When he saw this request, he knew who was in Nanchuan Town.
How did this kid follow? He was not an active-duty soldier.
However, this was a detail that Department Chief Kong wasn't willing to delve into.
Another piece of information caught Department Chief Kong's attention—he needed a large number of dialysis machines and kidney physicians.
After discussing with the relevant doctors, he felt that there might be a large number of patients with grinding contusion in the disaster area. There would be an explosive growth in the number of patients with acute kidney failure due to crush syndrome. If they did not make preparations early, they would definitely be helpless in the near future and it might even lead to a large number of casualties.
This reminder was very timely.
Therefore, the thing Zheng Ren was most worried about was quickly approved by the frontline headquarters. He began to transfer the relevant doctors across the country.
That kid... Department Chief Kong looked at the location of Nanchuan Town marked on the map and felt somewhat helpless.
After a few days of busy work, Department Chief Kong had almost forgotten about Zheng Ren. A huge amount of information required professional advice, and there were not many people who could enter the frontline headquarters to provide professional advice.
Department Chief Kong's workload was no less than the doctors who performed surgeries at the front line.
"Xiao Wu, ask the provincial hospital who gave the advice." Department Chief Kong looked at the reports of a large number of amputees needing hyperbaric oxygen chambers and felt a little helpless. However, a figure immediately appeared in his mind as he called the staff officer on duty.
"Okay!" Staff Officer Wu replied and immediately contacted him by phone.
Soon, he said, "Department Chief Kong, it was the suggestion of the first batch of support doctors from your hospital, Zheng Ren and Su Yun."
It was indeed him.
Department Chief Kong smiled bitterly. This was really a difficult problem.
"The hyperbaric oxygen chamber is indeed useful for the wound recovery of amputees. However, there are few resources and the number of patients that need to be accommodated is too large. The machine will definitely not be able to keep up," said an old professor from the Military Medical University beside him as he rubbed his eyes.
"We can only prioritize the evacuation of a portion of the amputees after surgery and send them to hospitals in Hunan, Hubei, Shaanxi, and other places for treatment." Seeing that the old professor did not object, Department Chief Kong began to devote himself to the process of researching for a plan.
This involved a large number of personnel transfers and was not something that could be resolved with a single order.
The injuries were classified. The hyperbaric oxygen chambers in Chengdu and the surrounding cities and counties were effectively used. After that, relevant patients were sent out of the province within groups.
As for how the entire process should be optimized, there were professionals who provided professional methods.
The plan was huge. After Department Chief Kong gave his opinion, the staff officers joined in and designed the most reasonable route according to the various data reported.
Zheng Ren really knew how to toss and turn things around. However, as a frontline combatant, the advice he gave was the closest to reality and also the most pertinent, Department Chief Kong thought to himself.
It was still better to be young and full of vitality. However, he was probably exhausted and had not had a good sleep for a long time.
Department Chief Kong looked at the forms on the computer. The doctors who
were going to provide support and rotate would be in place very soon. At that time, the first batch of doctors who entered Sichuan would be able to return to their original units to rest.
It was not just the doctors. The first batch of troops and fire fighting commanders also needed to rest urgently.
This was a tough battle. These soldiers, doctors, and volunteers used their flesh and blood to create the Great Wall of Steel, blocking the spread of the natural disaster and minimizing losses.
At the same time, they had suffered casualties and exhausted their energy. If they continued to hold on at the front line, the number of casualties would multiply.
The night passed just like that. As the aftershock interval gradually lengthened, the various troops moved into the frontline. Large machinery dug out roads and everything became orderly.
The arrival of the follow-up troops also gave the frontline teams a chance to catch their breath.
Countless injured people were transported down. The search and rescue work as well as the follow-up work continued without end.
Department Chief Kong only set the time on his phone after daybreak. In a daze, he randomly found a place to fall asleep.
Today was the seventh day of the earthquake.
In the afternoon, the whole country observed three minutes of silence. Department Chief Kong remembered that he set a time, afraid that he would miss this time of mourning.
..
At 1pm, Department Chief Kong was woken up by the alarm.
He was dressed in black and stood solemnly in front of the flag in the frontline headquarters. His head was slightly lowered as he mourned in grief.
At this moment...
All over the country, countless squares were filled with people.
No one spoke or sobbed. Everyone was silent as they quietly lowered their heads to mourn their fallen compatriots.
They just took in the moment. Just like the sound of a siren or a surging river, the people's hearts surged forward, refusing to forget the fallen for a long time.
Many years later, people would still remember this silence in their hearts as they continued to mourn.
Chapter 744 - New Journey
Zheng Ren was busy at Chengdu Provincial Hospital. Another 12 hours had passed.
After the moment of silence ended, he lowered his head and raised it again.
"Next." Zheng Ren said as he let out a long sigh.
"Doctor Zheng, we've just received the previous orders. The medical team has arrived. You guys are going back," Chief Chen said.
Zheng Ren was stunned. They were going back so suddenly?
Although he had heard from Su Yun that the follow-up medical team was approaching, he was still a little stunned when he received the order.
"The flight is at six o'clock in the afternoon." Chief Chen looked at the timetable. The doctors on the Imperial Capital flight would reach the Imperial Capital at six o'clock in the evening.
He looked at the regretful expression on Zheng Ren's young face. He walked over and patted Zheng Ren's shoulder, saying, "Thank you for your help. It's time to go back and rest."
This was an order that could not be refused.
Zheng Ren thought for a moment and nodded.
Seven days had passed. The golden 72 hours had long become history. The rescued patients had been treated. Although there was still plenty of surgeries remaining, it would not be a major problem in Chengdu now that the follow-up medical team had arrived.
When he suddenly heard this news, Zheng Ren felt a sense of loss.
The strong feeling in his heart dissipated. His fatigue was like a tidal wave that threatened to consume his entire body.
"Boss, they're here." Su Yun saw that Zheng Ren did not say anything. He pointed at the people who had just changed their clothes and entered the corridor.
Zheng Ren nodded and was silent.
"Doctor Zheng, go take a photo," old Chief Chen said.
This was the rule that had always been followed. Taking a photo as a memento could help to refresh the traces of time when they saw the photo a few years later. It would make the memories that had occurred then clearer.
"Boss, do you want me to put on some makeup for you? Your face is bruised. It doesn't look good," Su Yun asked jokingly in a rare moment of relaxation.
"Come, Yiren." Zheng Ren waved at Xie Yiren who was busy in the operating theater.
"Huh? What's wrong?" Xie Yiren was about to prepare the next surgical instrument when she saw Zheng Ren waving at her. She walked out somewhat puzzled.
"The follow-up medical team is here. We're going home," Zheng Ren said.
Xie Yiren was stunned. She had only been here for less than a day.
Damn it, it was all Zheng Ren's fault!
Little Yiren immediately recalled that when she was in the supermarket, this guy actually turned off his phone and did not reply to her messages.
However, she did not insist or act willfully. She just nodded and raised her ponytail.
"Yiren, how are you going to go back?" Su Yun asked.
"Leave the car here. I'll tell my dad and get someone to drive it back."Xie Yiren leaned closer to Zheng Ren and said, "I want to fly back with you guys."
She was very cautious as if she was afraid that Zheng Ren would leave without saying goodbye again.
"Let's go back. I want to have a massage first and then sleep under the blanket for three days and three nights. I'm so tired!" Su Yun mumbled.
He brushed past the new doctors. Their eyes were filled with determination and conviction.
He did not say anything. Just eye contact was enough.
When he came to the changing room, Zheng Ren sat quietly in a corner and started to daydream.
He had not enjoyed daydreaming for a long time. After entering Sichuan, he had been running around tirelessly, trying to save every minute and second.
It was really a strange feeling to suddenly be free.
"Boss, have a cigarette." Su Yun conjured a box of cigarettes like magic and threw one to Zheng Ren.
"Where did you get this?" Zheng Ren was surprised.
"Is it that difficult to get a box of cigarettes from someone?" Su Yun looked down at Zheng Ren's question. He had done a good job in the surgery. Why did he still need to think about these things?
Zheng Ren smiled and took out a cigarette from the pack, putting it in between his lips.
The lighter in Su Yun's hand mimicked a Zippo. He rolled the starter as a spark jumped between his fingers as if by magic.
Zheng Ren did not smoke much and had not studied these dazzling things before. In his opinion, smoking was smoking, that was it. Eating was also eating, which was something he needed to do out of necessity. As for whether it was delicious or not, that was another matter.
He opened the window, warm and humid air flowing in. As he approached the window, Zheng Ren took a puff.
"Take a shower and change your clothes. It's time to go home." Su Yun's voice was a little ethereal as if he was lost in his memories.
"I still have a lot of things to do once we're back." Zheng Ren thought for a moment and said, "When the time comes for us to do TIPS surgery until you want to vomit, don't complain."
"It's okay. There are rich and powerful people here. It has nothing to do with me. I just need to be responsible for data processing, as well as collecting and organizing information. For me, just moving a little is enough." Su Yun did not care. He raised his hand and moved his little finger.
"I feel that the place is a little small. The ward isn't big enough." Zheng Ren felt a little regretful.
Now that his interventional level was close to the Prime-level, Zheng Ren felt that his speed in performing the TIPS surgery was absolutely incomparable.
Faced with the sea of patients at the Imperial Capital, he felt like the ward would be incapable of holding all the patients he would be conducting surgery on.
Moreover, there was still the second phase of TIPS surgery to be perfo
rmed. It would be a headache.
"Boss, do you know that Concorde did not intervene in the ward at all?" Su Yun said leisurely.
"Uh... I didn't." Zheng Ren did not know about these gossipy things. He shook his head.
"Back then, the old chief physician of Union Medical College was an academician of the two academies. His status in Jianghu was extremely high. As you know, Union Medical College is a small place. The hospital wanted to give him a small ward but the old man rejected it," Su Yun said.
"Why?" Zheng Ren did not understand.
Giving him a ward in Union Medical College Hospital was a great thing. Why would anyone reject it?
"I don't know either. I only know about this matter. Right now, Old Chief Physician Pan of Union Medical College has no ward, so he can only go to other wards and perform surgeries there," Su Yun said.
Hmm? That was a thought.
"Moreover, if you want to increase the volume of surgeries, I think it's one thing to only do it in this hospital. More importantly, you should go for freelance surgery." Su Yun was very active in giving advice and planning. It seemed that this matter had passed through his mind a few times recently.
"I've thought about this." Zheng Ren nodded.
However, to do freelance surgery, he needed to take advantage of his weekends. He did not know whether he'd still have his job if he kept going out.
"As for the rest, my mind has been muddled recently and I haven't thought too much about it. I'll just take it one step at a time," Su Yun said
Yes, he could only take it one step at a time.
As long as he had the skills, there was nothing to worry about.
As for time, Zheng Ren was not sure. He would have to wait for Dr. Mehar to come and discuss it. When the time came, he would have accurate information.
After smoking, he threw the cigarette b.u.t.t into the toilet and flushed it away. Zheng Ren then began to take a shower.
It was just a simple shower. He would not be able to wash away his fatigue and dust.
Going back did not mean that Zheng Ren would be much more relaxed. It was a brand new journey.
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