Seventy-two hours is the dividing line of rescue. Every minute and every second during this period is precious to the wounded. On the first day (i.e., within 24 hours), the survival rate of the rescued people is about 90%; On the second day, the survival rate is 50%-60%; On the third day, the survival rate is 20%-30%.

The first day has passed, and more than 10,000 people have been deployed by the People's Liberation Army and the People's Armed Police Force stationed in the disaster area. As the rain cleared, the Air Force also sent several helicopters into the disaster area. Search and rescue dogs, life detectors, and all the equipment that can be used have been used.

After the first 24 hours, almost all of the wounded who were brought in required the cooperation of various departments. The medical area is also full of all kinds of tension, because after the first day has passed, many patients have passed away.

It's not that the doctors don't do their best, they want to become a thousand-armed Guanyin, the reality is cruel, and often many people leave this world forever before they have time to be treated.

In the corner of the operating car, Zhang Fan curled up, his face covered with a flower towel to wipe his sweat. The operation had just been completed, and at this time he seized the time to rest, and there was no way for anesthesiologists, nurses, and assistants to rotate, and the chief surgeon was too lacking, so he could only insist.

There's no time to grieve, there's no time to sigh, drowsiness is the thing in the world where people can forget everything for a while. Zhang Fan drooled, fell asleep instantly, and didn't even have a dream. The rest of the staff in the operating cart should work as quietly as possible.

"How many hours has he been in a row?" The vice president outside quietly came in and whispered, although the chief surgeon could not be replaced, but the leader of the triage of the wounded still wanted to change it so that these people could take time to rest for a while.

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

"Okay, let him sleep for an hour. Hey, I'll think about it again. "I can't do it anymore, and the vice president knows that if I continue to do it, these doctors will definitely have the possibility of sudden death.

Zhang Fan had just slept for an hour when he was woken up by the person who sent him to the hospital outside, he shook his head that was a little dizzy, and quickly washed his face.

"What sick number?" It is estimated that because of the lack of sleep, Zhang Fan's feet are a little not high, and he walks like a drunk man.

"Abdominal trauma! This patient is a relatively minor one, and the vice president said to send it to you. Let you have a simple surgery and rest a little longer!"

"Okay, come on. Zhang Fan hurriedly spoke, and the sick number was carried up, followed by Zhang Fan's assistant. The city hospital has almost emptied Ouyang, and the patients who can be discharged have been discharged as soon as possible, and those who cannot be discharged have also been concentrated and allowed to be treated by a limited number of doctors, and the rest of the surgeons have begun to rotate.

However, the injuries in the disaster area are too complicated, almost all of them are compound injuries, and doctors in a single department can't take them at all, so Zhang Fan, who has very comprehensive surgical skills, is the most tired one.

It was a young patient who arrived. Because of the guests at home, he slept in an old house. The old house was a thin earthen house with beams made of bamboo. So his injuries were relatively minor, that is, fractures of both lower limbs.

As time passed, fewer and fewer wounded people were rescued, and even if they were rescued, they had not yet undergone surgery, or the rescue effect was getting worse and worse.

"Prepare to evacuate!" In a tent in the rescue area, Ouyang and the heads of the government and the army were in a meeting, and a leader was speaking.

"It's been more than seventy hours now. The number of wounded who survive is also very small, and now our focus is not on this, but on the follow-up work. ”

"Okay, then get ready to evacuate. Leaving behind a professional disaster relief team, other units began to slowly evacuate. The responsible persons of each unit are requested to do a good job of evacuation after going down. ”

"Yes!" the leaders stood up.

In fact, when the time entered 50 hours, the wounded also began to decline from the peak, and the rescue efficiency became more and more inefficient. Just as the units were preparing to evacuate, the fighters in the disaster area let out an exclamation.

"Someone, and signs of life, quick, here!" As the digging deepened, the lower you go, the more survivors remained. Just when everyone was about to lose hope, there was hope.

"Quick, dig, quick!" the warriors began to dig like a perpetual motion machine.

"It's a cellar!"

"yes, hopefully this survivor will survive. "Because it's been so long, people hardly dare to give any hope.

The cellar in the northwest is L-shaped, that is, it is dug straight down about two meters, and then turns parallel to the ground and starts digging inward. Because in this way, it is possible to ensure that the vegetables and fruits stored in winter are not frozen.

"See! See! This turning cellar has not been crushed! Quick! Everybody work harder, widen the opening a little. "The people around me were extremely excited, for such a long time, there were no survivors.

When the fighters dug the opening wide, one of the fighters immediately jumped down. Crawling in, with a miner's lamp on his head, everyone almost held their breath and looked at the entrance of the cave expectantly.

People, after all, still yearn for the good, who doesn't want to hear or see good news, after all, most people still have sunshine in their hearts. The wait was only a few minutes, but the people standing around seemed to be slow for centuries.

Slowly, slowly, the warrior came out backwards, first the feet, then the legs, then the body, the arms. The people around them widened their eyes and looked and looked.

Finally, the warrior came out backwards. It's a little girl of seven or eight years old. When the little girl saw the sun and the crowd, she cried "Wow!"

After the surviving villagers around saw the little girl, their breathing was also smooth, and listening to the little girl's crying, these villagers also began to cry, and then an aunt jumped down directly.

"Nizi, Nizi, don't cry, don't cry, where are you uncomfortable, tell me!" Auntie said she didn't cry, in fact, she shed more tears than anyone else.

"Where's my mother?" asked the toothless girl in a choked voice.

"Your mother, here, here, Nizi!" said the aunt, her lips trembling more and more, and she couldn't speak.

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

"I'm hungry, I'm thirsty! The little girl was still placed by the doctor, but she couldn't help but say something.

"Okay, I'll give you something to eat now, slow down! As he spoke, the doctor fed the child a little bit of sugar and saline, then gave the nurse a look and started the intravenous infusion directly.

The doll is dehydrated!

"Nizi, how did you get down to the cellar? The aunt in front of her was holding on to the stretcher, following to the side, slowly stroking the child's hair with her hand.

"I was holding my urine in the middle of the night, and my mother took me out to pee, but halfway through the pee, I heard a rumbling sound, and my mother pushed me into the cellar and shouted for me to climb in.

Then she said to call my dad. And then you can't see anything. I cried and shouted loudly, but no one paid any attention to me, I could not see anything, and then I was so hungry that I ate the raw potatoes from the cellar. I won't eat raw artichokes that haven't been washed anymore, don't you tell my mother okay!" the little girl opened her teeth and mouthed, slightly curled the corners of her mouth, and looked at her aunt coquettishly.

"Good. Nizi, if you don't say anything, you don't say anything. "Tears break! Auntie burst into tears.

"Sister, did you see it, did you hear it, your baby is fine, you can go with peace of mind, rest assured, I will be her mother in the future, and our mother will live well. You must bless her!" she said silently as she raised her head, looked at the sky, and then tears flowed directly into her mouth!

The doctors protected the little girl like a national treasure, and all the monitoring showed that the little girl was all right!

"A miracle, a miracle of life, a miracle of maternal love!" Ouyang said with emotion as he looked at the little girl.

Hope, that's hope!