A person with RH negative blood type A is right in Shipo!

The life-saving straw finally appeared, everyone looked at each other, and the gray fingers of the county magistrate Wu slammed the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

"Hurry up and find someone!"

God help me, the head of the blood bank breathed a long sigh of relief.

Where is it on the slope? The stone slope is so big.

The message replied in the group, did not say where in Shipo, nor did it leave a phone, Shipo is such a big county, where to find people.

Is there a difference between finding a needle in a haystack and finding a needle in a pond?

In order to communicate and obtain information in a more timely manner, the director of the blood bank personally joined the group, he clicked on the dialog box of the group in WeChat, and anxiously waited for the next message, but it did not appear for a long time.

"How?" The Director of Health asked.

"I only said that it was on the stone slope, but I didn't say the specific location." The director of the blood bank replied, looking anxious.

When the county magistrate Wu saw the sweat on the forehead of the director of the blood station, he knew that he was in trouble again, and the house leak was raining overnight.

Everyone in the group noted their blood type and contact number on WeChat.

The director immediately clicked on the avatar of the person who replied in the group, opened it, and dialed it with another mobile phone according to the remark.

"Sorry, the phone you made is turned off--"

Shut down!

I turned off the phone after a message, is this not wanting to donate blood? If he doesn't want to, he won't indicate his location, is he coming to Shipo Hospital himself? Or the phone is out of battery at this time.

The latter two are the most likely, if there is no power, he will definitely charge it immediately and send out the specific location; If it's coming, it's just a matter of waiting.

The director of the blood station had a little more confidence, but his heart was still panicked and chaotic, as if his heart was hanging and he was not entrusted.

County Magistrate Wu lit another cigarette and asked the director of the public security bureau: "Do you have any solutions?" ”

The Public Security Bureau hesitated for a moment: "I'm afraid it will be difficult to do it in a short period of time--"

"How long will it take for the blood to be supported?" County Magistrate Wu put his hands on the desk, clenched his fists, and his eyes could see a little bloodshot.

"There's still half an hour to go." The director of the blood bank said softly.

Even if it arrives, there is only one unit.

Once again, the issue of blood is at an impasse.

Dean Dong answered the phone by the window, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly.

"County Magistrate Wu, the rescue of the brain surgery has been ineffective, and it has been announced--" Dean Dong put down the phone and said heavily.

County Magistrate Wu waved his hand, was silent, got up, walked to the window, and looked out of the window.

Turned around and said calmly: "The pacification of the aftermath must be done well!" ”

"The aftercare team and the insurance company's people then stepped in." The head of the traffic police followed the head of the public security bureau.

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"Blood pressure 74/32mmHg, blood oxygen 90%, heart rate 128 beats/min, hemoglobin 47g/L--"

The anesthesiologist reported vital signs, and the first unit of RH negative blood type A blood had been transfused, which was a drop in the bucket, far from meeting the demand.

The itinerant nurse is packing up the patient's freshly cut clothes, any items in the clothes need to be counted, packed in a plastic bag, another person needs to be present to testify during the counting, signed by two people, and preferably a third person to sign to avoid disputes due to the loss of valuables afterwards.

The nurse wore gloves, wiped the blood off the purse, disinfected it with alcohol, poured out the cash in the purse, and counted them one by one.

Another nurse is responsible for taking pictures and registering; The amount of cash and the number of cards should be clearly recorded.

"Is that an ID card? Register your ID! The nurse in charge of registration had sharp eyes and saw an ID card.

If you have a document, you can use it to obtain the identity of the injured person so that you can notify your family or workplace.

The nurse took the ID card and looked at it carefully, and began to register the word and ID number: "Wang Ge--"

The registered nurse quickly wrote down her name and ID number in a notebook.

Wang Ge?

Dr. Tao stood aside, how familiar the name is, Dr. Tao took a closer look, and the ID card was impressively written - Wang Ge, along with the wallet, there was also a press card, Dr. Tao opened the press card.

Wang Ge is the Wang Ge he is familiar with, and everyone is familiar with it!

"He's Wang Ge!" Dr. Tao didn't know how, so he naturally said it out loud.

The anesthesiologist was stunned: "Wang Ge? Which Wange? ”

"Provincial Doctor Incident!"

No way! The fat man's eyes almost fell out.

Director Tian, Yang Ping, Director Zhang, Director Li, and all the doctors present were stunned.

Yang Ping raised his head, just in front of Director Tian's gaze; The other doctors in the audience all turned their heads to look at the operating table.

The atmosphere in the operating room is a bit weird, is he Wang Ge? He is Wang Ge, this injured person lying on the operating table, curled up, and pierced by a wooden stake, is Wang Ge?

What a coincidence! It's a bit out of place!

In normal times, everyone would definitely be discussing, indignant, and gearing up. But now, only for a short period of surprise, everyone immediately threw themselves into the operation again, and there was no time to distract.

It doesn't matter who is on the stage, and how the condition of the surgical patients on the stage changes is what everyone cares about.

At this time, Wang Ge is Anonymous No. 1, a surgical patient.

"Blood pressure 72/32mmHg, blood oxygen 89%, heart rate 129 beats per minute --"

The anesthesiologist looked up at the data on the monitoring screen and reported again.

"Urine output of 300 ml, from the emergency scene to the time when the catheter was inserted!"

The nurse examines the urine bag and catheter and reports the amount of urine.

"The follow-up blood has not yet arrived, so we can only continue to replenish crystalloid and colloidal fluid." Said the anesthesiologist.

"I'll rush again!" Dr. Tao said he was in charge of the patient's liaison.

"Open the chest, the middle of the sternum!"

Yang Ping gave the order of the main knife.

I can't wait any longer, there must be active bleeding in the chest and abdominal cavity, blood pressure has been dropping, and if I wait any longer, the blood will run out, and the oil will run out!

"Open chest?" Tian Yuan was stunned in his heart, but he didn't speak, he knew Yang Ping very well now, he was calm and decisive, his thinking was clear, and he was not sure enough about this kind of operation, he would not apply to come to power.

Orthopedic surgeons do general thoracic surgery, there is no legal problem, the license is registered in surgery, not orthopedics, the key is that you have this technology, and now some major trauma centers have also begun to train compound trauma surgery talents.

Tian Yuan believes in talent, what is talent, the direct embodiment of talent is the efficiency of learning, others need a hundred times to learn, someone only needs to once.

a large round knife, along the middle of the sternum, vertically incision, cutting through the skin; Then change the electric knife and cut the deep fascia and sternal periosteum.

Chainsaw! Bone wax!

The bone wax was kneaded into a ball by Song Zimo and placed in a curved plate for later use.

"He can actually do joint thoracoabdominal trauma, as if he is familiar with open chest." Song Zimo followed the pace of the operation closely.

Now, in front of Song Zimo, Yang Ping is a high mountain that grows when he sees the wind, with no peak and no altitude.

Xiao Su stepped on Yang Ping's rhythm precisely, Yang Ping's hand had just stretched out, and without the slightest wait, the chainsaw handle had already touched his palm.

After taking the chainsaw, along the middle of the sternum, the rustling sound, the syringe in Song Zimo's hand, filled with normal saline, was poured with the chainsaw to reduce the local temperature increase caused by the high-speed swing of the saw blade and the friction of the bone tissue.

The sternum was cut open from the midline, and Song Zimo's bone wax had followed, and one after another ball of bone wax was evenly pressed on the section of the sternum, forming at one time, and the thickness was uniform and moderate.

The bright red bone surface had just appeared and was blocked by bone wax.

The opener is inserted and the ribcage is opened.

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The office, the temporary command, the brief silence.

"Any news?" County Magistrate Wu smoked half of a cigarette in a few puffs.

"Not yet!" The director of the blood bank didn't blink an eye.

He turned to the health chief and asked, "Is there a problem with the signal in this room?" Mobile card? ”

"No problem." The Director General of Health affirms.

The director of the blood bank tried to open the web page with another mobile phone, and the internet speed was very good.

In the WeChat group, finally, a new message jumped out.

"I'm in Shipo People's Hospital right now!"

What a coincidence! He was in the hospital.

"He's in the hospital, he's in the hospital!" The director of the blood bank shouted, like a child.

County Magistrate Wu immediately extinguished the cigarette butt again.

"Quick, quick! Hire someone! ”

"Emergency hall, waiting area, plastic chairs, the innermost one in the first row."

Immediately afterward, the man replied with another message.