When Meng Ke heard this, he hurriedly went to prepare for the operation. There are only a few people in the township. With a voice, everyone can do what they should do.

Hu Zengxiang regretted it a little after speaking. If something really goes wrong, he won't get out of the matter, here he is a senior doctor. It's too late to regret now, a group of Mongolian people who are blackly oppressed are blocked at the door of the health center, and if you really want to regret it, it is estimated that it will be difficult to go out.

"Let's hope it succeeds. With a sigh, Hu Zengxiang went to talk to the transfer department. Wang Zipeng and Zhang Fan are in a group, they don't need to talk nonsense, he has already rolled his arms and is ready to go. Wang Zipeng and Zhang Fan transferred to two departments together, and they knew Zhang Fan very well and were more confident.

"Blood type is measured first, venous access is opened, and shock is corrected. Zhang Fan began to give verbal medical orders. Doctors, including Hu Zengxiang, began to act. To rescue a patient, it is a main doctor who gives medical orders and other doctors assist. Prioritizing is the beginning of the charge. Unless there is a major mistake, the general assisting physician will not interfere with the attending train of thought.

"Type O, RH positive. "Physician at the health center, part-time examiner. He said again: "Dr. Zhang, we have no blood. ”

Zhang Fan knew that the conditions in the health center were not good, and he had expected this for a long time, but fortunately he and the patient's blood type were the same, he said: "I'm type O, come on, smoke mine, 400cc." ”

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

"I'm old, 400cc may not be able to stand it, pump me 200cc, I have the same blood type as the patient. "At this moment, I don't want to be responsible, I have already started, as a medical group, let's contribute, Lao Hu said to the nurse.

"You have to prepare at least 1000cc, so let's get a blood test in the crowd. Lao Hu said to Meng Ke.

"We're just a simple blood type test, and we can't do any other blood test!" Meng Ke said in a tangled way.

"Pump mine, my blood type is the same, 400cc. And I just had a physical examination, and there are no problems," said another referral doctor who came with me. "Although I do not support this kind of surgery here, since you have decided, I can only obey. "He went to surgery and knew the risks of surgery, but he couldn't even do basic laboratory tests here, so he had to be a dead horse doctor.

Zhang Fan has been strengthened by the system, and the 400cc blood is no problem for him at all, but the other one, the skinny chicken-like doctor is not good, dizzy! and a little nauseous! I don't have time to care about him, just rest for a while. Take care of yourself, who made him a doctor.

The operation began, and Wang Zipeng helped. In the early spring weather, it was freezing if he wore less, but he was sweating profusely, and he couldn't be nervous!

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

"The fridge is broken! Monk's face flushed.

"Uhhh Zhang Fan glanced at Meng Ke, but he didn't know what to say.

Intermittent sutures, after the sutures are completed, pull the omentum to cover the wound. After washing again to confirm that there is no obvious bleeding, check the gauze and close the abdomen.

Lao Hu outside the operating room was nervous to death, more nervous than he was to do the operation himself. For a while, he blamed himself for not stopping Zhang Fan, and for a while, he looked forward to the success of the operation. Another blood donor, Dr. Li, was lying on the hospital bed for infusion, he was in poor health, and the nurses here were inexperienced and drew blood a little quickly.

There are more and more Mongolian people outside the door. An ethnic group here is the same ancestor as a Han village with the same surname. Lao Hu watched the herdsmen outside the door gather more and more, and he didn't understand Mongolian, and his hands began to shake a little. "If we can't get off the stage today, these people will go down one by one, and we will all have to leave this behind. Hey!" The more I thought about it, the more worried I became, and Lao Hu's palms were cold. If it weren't for the chair, I might have sat on the floor.

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

That is, today's patient number is lucky, and he met three doctors with the same blood type. Otherwise, even the ischemic shock could not be corrected, and the sutures were good, and the abdomen began to be closed. Zhang Fan is not in a hurry. Stretched out his head to look at the stable sick number, and said to Meng Ke: "Old Meng, the feng shui in your place is not good, I can encounter things every time I come." ”

", okay very. Genghis Khan has been here, a good place! Will you come again this summer?"

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

"Huh. "The operation was almost complete, and Monk was relieved.

"Okay, done. Lao Meng, you have to worry about it these days, the operation was very successful, don't have problems with postoperative care, you must worry about the stomach tube, don't let him pull it out secretly. ”

He dared, and his hand was broken for him. You should rest and have surgery as soon as you have your blood drawn. Thank you so much. ”

Monk and the nurse pushed the patient number out of the operating room. Lao Hu saw Meng Ke's face smiling, he couldn't stand still, a group of big men surrounded the operating door, and there was no way to communicate with each other, can you not be nervous.

"The city doctor saved Mutu. His blood belongs to the city doctors, who are our best friends. Let's thank our friends with the warmest banquet. ”

"Okay!" was loud, but they were in Mongolian. Lao Hu didn't understand it, but fortunately, everyone looked very happy. Seeing Zhang Fan and Wang Zipeng coming out of the operating room, Lao Hu said: "Pull me quickly, my legs are so weak that I can't stand up." How about the surgery, nothing will happen. ”

"No problem, Dr. Zhang is doing very well, there is no bleeding at all. Wang Zipeng said excitedly. This was his first major surgery as a suke.

"That's good. Hey, I'm 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 came into motion. The grassland is wide and vast, which creates a hearty character of the herdsmen. A toast was sung, and the snow-white Hada hung around the doctors' necks one by one.

The whole sheep, the first piece of meat, the oldest herdsman cut it with a knife and gave it to Lao Hu: "Relatives from afar, please taste the mutton of the grassland." ”

The herders entertained the doctors as much as they could. Because this is their friend, a doctor friend from afar.

The drunk Lao Hu and Meng Ke hugged and danced together, and Wang Zipeng smirked. There is no strangeness at all, the language is not understood, it's okay, drink a bowl! Happy night! Zhang Fan was persuaded to quit early.