"Woo whoa, woo whoa!"

As soon as he walked to the surgery, he heard the siren of the hospital's ambulance.

The rapid sound of brakes sounded, and several doctors and nurses pulled stretchers like crazy to quickly transport patients.

The smell of blood was thick in the air.

"What the hell is going on?" asked Zhang Yu curiously, pulling a passing nurse.

"There was a car accident, three died on the spot, and a few were seriously injured, don't stop me!" Before the words were finished, the nurse hurriedly ran inside before she finished speaking.

Crunch!

Before Zhang Yu left, he saw an ambulance appear urgently at the door of the emergency department.

Out of curiosity, Zhang Yu followed and took a look, and found that there was actually a doctor working in the emergency surgery department today.

With so many injuries pouring in at once, a doctor will definitely not be able to get it, Zhang Yu is very hesitant, you must know that gags are not as simple as they seem, you must know that there are rules for everything, and if you break the rules, you will be sad.

But when he thought of letting go, he felt uneasy, in case the rescue was not timely, one or two died.......

As Zhang Yu expected, the surgeon on duty saw so many patients being sent, and he became anxious at this time, what about six or seven of them, how could he be busy alone?

He hurriedly went to the office to find Director Deng, but unfortunately no one knew where to go. He called Dr. Tang again, only to find that his phone was turned off.

In fact, Deng Chaokun happened to have a friend coming today, he got off work early to entertain friends, drink some wine, massage and massage, and his mobile phone happened to be out of battery, so he turned it off.

At this time, the emergency surgery was in a mess, and the doctor on duty had no choice but to run and invite Director Zeng out, and asked him to arrange for someone to work overtime, or ask for support from the injury department.

"What's going on? What about the rest of you surgeons?" Director Zeng was anxious when he saw that there were so many patients, and he yelled loudly.

"They just went out for a clinic today...... the doctor on duty said aggrievedly.

Director Zeng had no choice, so he had to call the doctor from the emergency surgery department who was resting to come over and work overtime. Then I contacted the trauma department of the inpatient department and asked them to come and support me.

But the trauma department replied that he was now undergoing emergency surgery, and no one could be freed up! Even if there were people, they would have to wait for more than ten minutes.

Hearing this, Director Zeng's eyes were red, it would take more than ten or twenty minutes for the emergency surgeon to come from home, and now six or seven patients were screaming there, how could it be done?

"You go and bandage the lightly injured patients first, and the seriously injured patients are ...... according to the principle of first aid," Director Zeng said loudly, the doctor on duty was busy with his feet not touching the ground, and there were injuries and illnesses everywhere.

The most terrifying thing was that there were a few seriously injured people lying motionless next to them, and the nurses could only do the simplest bandaging to stop the bleeding.

Zhang Yu shook his head, what the doctor wants to do is to treat the disease and save people, then he is still allowed to hesitate, he hurriedly put on a mask and hat, walked quickly to the emergency operating room, and found a free room casually, pointing to a patient lying on the cart, a bloody patient, and said to the nurse next to him who was calling anxiously: "Come and push him to follow me"

Seeing that a doctor was coming, the nurse was very strange, why hadn't this doctor seen it.

"What are you in a daze, it's important to save people!" Zhang Yu frowned and said, the nurse hurriedly pushed the person in when she heard this, and looked at Zhang Yu secretly while pushing back, muttering in her heart Could this be the new doctor from the trauma department?

Zhang Yu was lucky, there were really a few new doctors in the trauma department during this time, and the nurses had not seen them.

Self-defeating, she acquiesced that Zhang Yu was an injury doctor, and hurriedly cooperated to push people in. At this time, she was too busy, and after she pushed people in, she immediately went out to take care of other patients.

Seeing the person leaving, Zhang Yu began to examine the injured person, who had his eyes closed tightly and seemed to have fainted. There is nothing else in the body, and most of it is trauma.

He was hit on the forehead, and his thigh was dripping with blood, but fortunately it was a traumatic injury. The wound on the thigh is deep, about ten centimeters long, and the muscle and fat layers can be seen.

Zhang Yu hurriedly tore his pants, pulled out a silver needle, and pierced several acupuncture points on his thigh, seeing that the blood from the wound was stopped.

At this time, he picked up the saline next to him, picked up a pair of sterile gloves and put them on, touched the pliers with his right hand, and then clamped a large ball of cotton to wash the wounds of the wounded.

He must clean the dust from the wound of the wound, otherwise the wound will become inflamed, and the wound should be cleaned before suturing. I have to say that Western medicine is particularly outstanding in surgery, and Zhang Yu has also learned a lot in this regard.

Because the injured person was anesthetized by Zhang Yu with a silver needle, he didn't react at all, and let Zhang Yu fiddle with it.

After cleaning the wound, he put down the salt water bottle again, picked up hydrogen peroxide and rinsed the wound, and scrubbed it thoroughly with a cotton ball, so that layers of thick foam rose from the wound.

At that moment, he picked up the salt water bottle and flushed off the hydrogen peroxide foam, and the cleaning of the wound was basically completed.

After the wounds were cleaned, and then the preoperative preparations were made, Zhang Yu picked up the bottle of complexed iodine, and rubbed the patient's two wounds and the skin on both sides of the wound twice with a cotton ball, and only after the wound was disinfected did he start the operation.

At this moment, the injured man actually woke up leisurely, and when he saw such a long wound on his thigh, he was so frightened that he cried and made a fuss.

Zhang Yu had no choice but to take out a silver needle and prick it on his numb hole, so that he could continue to sleep.

I breathe a sigh of relief, I am most afraid of the injured person moving when I do surgery, which will make the operation more difficult, and anesthetics generally damage human nerves, which is why when doing surgery, doctors will ask patients to sign some exemption contracts.

Silver needles are much more convenient in this regard, but those who can use them skillfully are old doctors, and it is estimated that there will not be one for decades like Zhang Yu.

He threaded the needle and thread neatly, and then began to suture the wound of the patient, starting from the inner muscle layer, and stitched seven or eight stitches in a row, which only then did the patient's inner muscle ** close.

Zhang Yu rarely does surgery, and a lot of surgical knowledge is theoretical, but in his super stable arm and dexterous fingers, his craftsmanship changes from unfamiliar to proficient, and he quickly closes the layers of muscles with threads.

In this way, Zhang Yu changed several needles, and without anyone's assistance, it only took four or five minutes to successfully stitch up this long wound, and then the whole skin cover dressing was completed.

As for the wound on the forehead, it is much simpler, it is cleaned with saline and then dressed.

When he was done, he pulled out the silver needle from the wounded man and shouted, "Nurse, hurry up and get the next wounded." ”