Chapter Twenty-Seven: A Mission in the Dark
As the only doctor on the scene, Dr. Chen was ready for a long time.
After all, he was more professional than Director Zhao, observed it, and turned around and instructed Xiaoman, "Tourniquet!" β
There was no tourniquet, but Xiaoman knew what Dr. Chen meant, so he took out a towel from his hiking bag, pulled it into several strips, and handed it over.
After receiving the simple replacement tourniquet, Dr. Chan expertly applied pressure and bandaged Osman's arm, and the bleeding quickly stopped.
Wei Daochang, who could only eat melons next to him, was shocked and numb again.
What is the identity of this delicate, JK dress, beautiful little girl who doesn't look like a real person?
It was very difficult to tear the towel into strips, the little girl didn't use scissors, she tore it with her hands, and the "click" sounded, and the width and length of the strips were exactly the same, the same as the ruler had drawn.
What kind of kung fu does this have to be, how did such a young girl practice? Is there really a martial arts genius in this world?
Looking at Dr. Chen's appearance, he commanded Xiao Man, and casually commanded, so what kind of identity should a person who can command such a great grandmaster-level beautiful girl have?
Wei Daochang's eyes suddenly rolled, showing a look of curiosity about the treatment, and slowly approached Dr. Chen.
Director Zhao saw that although Osman had picked it up, his hand was broken, and he immediately let out a cry of grief.
Dr. Chen fully demonstrated the majesty of the doctor at this time, "Don't cry, call 120 quickly." β
"But there is no village in front of here, there is no shop in the back, how can the ambulance get up-"
"You call the 120 in Tanzhou and ask for the air 120 service of our Xiangya Hospital.
In a maximum of 90 minutes, this hand-breaking tyrant can lie down in the emergency room and take over. β
Director Zhao has a backbone, and he is trembling and calling.
Five minutes later, after the phone call, Director Zhao suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Dr. Chen's collar.
"Are you Xiangya? Osman's hand can be connected, right? β
Beauty, what are you arresting me for? Your current image has washed all your makeup with tears, and it is not attractive to my brother.
Dr. Chen complained in his heart, but he comforted the family of the prospective patient as a doctor, after all, it seemed that she cared about Osman the most.
"Rest assured, with the current medical technology, if the hand is broken and sent to the operating table within eight hours, it will definitely be connected."
"How long will it take to recover? It must be cured, right? β
"Thisβyou let go of your hands first."
Men and women don't kiss, you see you don't have the great advantage of Xiaoman and Xiaoni, holding me like this, my brother is very uncomfortable.
After tidying up the jacket that had been messed up by Director Zhao, Dr. Chen coughed and spoke slowly.
This is not his usual habit of speaking, this is after entering the "doctor-patient's family" dialogue mode, Dr. Chen has entered the role.
The doctor must speak responsibly at this time, and he must be considered well, and the speed of speech will naturally slow down.
"In this kind of amputated hand replantation, the bone connection is repaired in three months, and the anastomosis of tendons and blood vessels is also two to three months, but the recovery time of nerve butt anastomosis is from half a year, which may be more than a year.
Moreover, the prognosis of nerve butt anastomosis is not good, and it is normal to have limited nerve function, muscle atrophy, and muscle strength loss. β
Osman, who was wailing next to him, heard Dr. Chen's words, and suddenly said, "I have money, I want to find the best doctor, I must not be crippled." β
Dr. Chen glanced at Osman, "I must know that you have money." As long as you are dressed as a local tyrant, you almost have to write the words "people are stupid and have a lot of money" on the door of your head.
The two big rings on the severed hand must not be affordable for ordinary people for a lifetime.
"Mr. Osman, it's useless if you have money, this is the limitation of current medical technology."
"I'm looking for a better doctorβ"
"My teacher, Professor Jia Da, is an academician of the Academy of Engineering, a member of the Faculty of the Academy of Medical Sciences, a member of the high-level expert group of the Health Commission, an academic leader in neurosurgery, enjoys a special cabinet allowance, and participates in the cooperative research program with the beautiful country on behalf of Xiangya, and is a world-class expert recognized by CMBββ"
The series of titles made people dizzy, and in the end, Dr. Chen shook his head, "Xiangya's equipment conditions are already the top in the world, even if the teacher personally takes action, there is no guarantee that there will be no disabilities, unlessββ"
Dr. Chan suddenly stopped and slapped himself in the mouth.
I told you to open your mouth, bragging for the teacher, and accidentally ran away from the door.
Uthman's eyes lit up, then dimmed again.
He didn't ask Dr. Chen what his "unless" was, but shook his head regretfully and said something inexplicable, "There is only an eight-hour window for replantation, which is impossible." β
Director Zhao, who was sobbing in a low voice, heard two people playing dumb riddles, as if a person about to drown grabbed a straw, suddenly burst out, and grabbed Dr. Chen's collar again, "Unless what?" β
Dr. Chan looked serious, "No unless, I said it wrong." β
"That's not right! There must be, there must be! β
Seeing Director Zhao's crazy appearance, Dr. Chen's face was expressionless, "After sending Osman to the neurology department in Xiangya, I suggest you go downstairs to the psychiatric department to have a look." β
Director Zhao suddenly put down his hand, his face was serious, and his eyes were fixed on Doctor Chen, "If you have a way, please be sure to make a move."
Trust me, I'm not crazy, I have enough reasons to convince you. β
Well, no madman thinks he's crazy.
Director Zhao held Dr. Chen's hand tightly this time, "Dr. Chen, take a step to speak." β
Dr. Chen subconsciously said, "In my D drive, I'll copy it to you." β
Dr. Chen didn't think that Director Zhao had any reason to convince him at all, so his attitude was more relaxed and casual.
Director Zhao was so anxious that he stomped his feet, "You come with me, just give me three minutes." What I am about to tell you involves a major secret and must not be heard. β
Dr. Chen stumbled and was pulled by Director Zhao behind a big tree in the west, and Xiao Man wanted to follow, but Dr. Chen waved at him.
The west side is close to the road up the mountain, and there is no danger around, and Director Zhao has no reason to harm himself.
Director Zhao stretched out his hand to his chest, which made Dr. Chen misunderstand. It's too familiar, yesterday Xiao Ni was stopped by herself with this action.
Sister Zhao, what are you going to do? Are you going to bribe me here on the spot? This sincerity is more than Xiao Ni. But give you three minutes? You're underestimating your brother.
Director Zhao took out a document from the pocket of his suit, with two words on it, and shook it at Dr. Chen.
Dr. Chen was stunned, is this true?
I've never seen the real body of this kind of document before, but it can't be the membership card of the football club in Dadu, right?
Let's listen to what she has to say.
"Osman's identity is very important, if possible, we must cure him."
"I know, isn't he just a tyrant chief? Very rich. Even if he has 10 billion, what does it have to do with me? β
"It's not just about money, he's the eighth in line to the throne of the emir of the Emir of the Emirate of Akart.
This time he came to Daxia, and his ostensible mission was to talk about seawater rice cooperation with Tanzhou Shengren Rice Company.
The mission in the secret is ......"
In the distance, the chief of the guard pricked up his ears, vaguely heard something like "secret mission", and looked left and right vigilantly.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he quietly and slowly rubbed towards the side of the tree.