If you don't mobilize the excavator, those heavy cement slabs weigh several tons, and those that are stacked together are even more numb, and they are not used at all!

In fact, the 60 excavator, which weighs only 6 tons, can't handle those huge cement structures, but it is better than manpower, and the speed of digging the ruins can always be faster.

The contractors had already removed the generators, the only set of hydraulic shears, the gas cutters, a few repair jacks, and even the ones on the vehicles.

Hydraulic jacks, good things! At the first time of the rescue, the first squad of the second detachment used two 10-ton jacks and a few steel plates to rescue a female junior high school student whose legs were pressed under the cement slab.

The two-story building collapsed in a sitting position, and before the contractors arrived, the child's father had been desperately trying to move the cement slab weighing several tons on the child's body in vain, but it was useless!

And the girl's legs that were pressed still had bleeding, and she would definitely die if she dragged it on for a few more hours!

As soon as the people here were rescued and carried to the temporary military tent erected on the side, the medical staff immediately launched first aid: plasma transfusion, hemostasis, simple debridement, and immobilization of the two crushed legs.

The child's father waited anxiously and weakly at the door of the tent, already soaking wet, and he had not gotten himself anything to protect himself from the rain.

The curtain door of the tent was ajar, the light was hope, and the man's heart was tugging.

He was almost desperate just now, he had money, he ran a good chain of travel agencies, but just now he was completely powerless with his children.

When the child is almost unable to shout "Daddy" and cry out in pain, hope slowly goes away...... Suddenly, it was as if rescue had come from heaven!

Not the Philippine army, not the police, but a group of foreigners: the man knew that this was a group of foreigners from a military base not particularly far from here.

But I didn't think about what the identity of these people was, I only knew that these people were angels, and I didn't know if my little daughter could turn the corner.

"Yes, I will be able to ......"

The man kept cheering himself up, and it seemed to be cheering up the children inside!

Simple debridement operations were underway in tents, and the wounded were constantly being brought in, and those who were able to move were stuffed into cars and taken to the military training camp.

Less than fifteen minutes after the travel agency owner's daughter was sent into the tent, a man wearing a mask waved his hand at the tent door, and the man hurriedly leaned in.

"Do you understand English and Chinese?"

The speed of speech is very fast, English and Chinese asked once, obviously this guy is very busy and has no time to talk nonsense.

"Okay, I know both!

The man replied in English, anxious.

When the person wearing a mask heard this, he said in very fluent Mandarin Chinese: "My life is saved, your daughter is lucky, I only have two bags of plasma, she is the first to send it, and one bag belongs to her."

Now you are going to send us to the camp, and the military doctor over there will do follow-up surgery for her, and find a way to see if you can prevent your daughter from becoming lame for the rest of her life, and you can go with you.

Also, are you two of the same blood type?"

As soon as he heard that his life was worry-free, the man's hanging heart let go of a lot.

"It's the same, I've checked, it's all Type A. ”

"Okay, get in the ambulance right away, pay attention, tell the people in the camp that you and your daughter have the same blood type, and the follow-up surgery is estimated to require three or four hundred milliliters of blood transfusion, and we don't have enough plasma right now. ”

Three or four hundred milliliters, an adult man of more than 100 pounds can't be killed.

The ambulance was next to the tent, and it was said to be an ambulance, but it was actually a very high Humvee, which could hold two stretchers, a place to hang plasma, salt water bottles, and an oxygen cylinder.

That's it.

It was a training camp, not a field hospital.

Let the man carry the plasma bag by himself, and the two guys carried the girl into the ambulance, and there was also someone on the stretcher on the other side of the car: it was a coincidence that it was the man's nanny, and when she saw the woman of the master's family coming up, she was very excited, and tears crackled and fell.

The man had just been dug up, with a broken leg bone, some skin trauma, and two ribs that appeared to be broken.

Ignoring the pain, the nanny nagged: "It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive......"

The guy who put the stretcher roared: "Sit tight, don't fall down!"

After speaking, he closed the door with a "snap" and slapped the carriage board twice, "Okay!"

The Hummer will start on the gear and pull it to the camp.

The man in the car was lucky, his eldest son was in college in Manila, and his wife and parents left to see their son on Saturday, thinking about a big shopping trip in Manila.

He had already known from these rescuers that Baguio was the hardest-hit area, and as for Manila, it shook and was fine!

Just as the girl was being carried away on a stretcher, the rudimentary operating table made of two tables was vacated, and the rescue man brought in a seriously injured male man with a gray face, no consciousness, and a bleeding head.

The guy carrying the stretcher said: "The head has been hit hard, and there is still gas!"

As soon as the medical staff checked, they were blind!

"Just find a car and send it to the camp, Lao Tzu is a medical soldier, not a brain surgeon!"

There may be hemorrhage in the brain, maybe it's more complicated, but that's not something this medician can handle: maybe there are one or two medics in the world who can perform complex craniotomy on people, but this guy knows it's not himself!

And this is a tent, only rainproof, but leaky, non-sterile ordinary tent, the "operating table" is a fucking wooden table, and the experts have to kneel when they come!

As for the high-level hospitals in Baguio......

The nearest hospital is more than a kilometer away, carry over?

You're kidding!

You've got to get by!

Moreover, this is a 7.7-magnitude earthquake, and the whole city is cut off from water, electricity, and communications, so don't expect that hospital to be able to transfer, let alone whether the whole Baguio City can find a CT machine that can do brain scanning.

Oh, the medical comrades think that it is very likely that Baguio does not have that kind of tall equipment at all, and the only hope for this poor man who has lost his intuition to survive is that the experienced Phelps military doctor may have a way to save him: it is said that the military doctor will perform a craniotomy, and when the objective conditions are bad enough, the success rate of that operation is basically boring.

But then again, if you follow the usual procedures of battlefield first aid, that guy is still unlucky!

In the case of insufficient manpower, overcrowding of casualties, and shortage of medical conditions, this kind of seriously injured with brain damage will not be given priority care, and nine times out of ten they will be put aside and wait for death!

This is the principle and cruelty of battlefield emergency medical rescue, in order to allow more people to live!

Those who can be saved will be saved first, and those who have little hope will be ......

No way, that's all.

The paramedic didn't have much time to talk nonsense to others, and someone was carried in, "What injury?"