Chapter 802

Winter, spring. To tell you the truth, at the time of the transition between winter and spring, the climate of tea vegetarians is good in the northwest.

For example, Su Province next door. Once the first month is over, darling, the yellow sand all over the sky. If the wind is a little stronger, it feels like a demon God is coming. It's no exaggeration to reach out without five fingers in broad daylight.

Moreover, one year when Zhang Fan was in Jiangsu Province, a black storm happened in a city in the corridor, which was said to be the worst in 30 years. The wind was so strong that even the smaller stones were like rolling eggs on the ground.

Then, the masks are out of stock, and it's not enough to bring one. You can't open your mouth. Otherwise, your mouth is full of sand.

Tea is different. When the dust is about to fly in the south of Tianshan Mountain, tea has become spring rain and spring snow falling slowly like oil.

In the wild, from a distance, you can vaguely see a little green fire and breath of life.

A few days ago, in the twelfth lunar month, people who were still cold were timid, wearing down jackets, like newspapers pasted on their bodies, and the cold air poured in.

But just after the new year's Eve, the weather seems to be obviously different. Wear thick clothes. It's not hot when you enter the room.

In the past, Zhang Fan didn't dress seriously and didn't eat by his appearance, so he wasn't very attentive.

When he fell in love with technology, he really realized the mentality of old Mr. rutono.

But it's different after marriage. In a word of hatred, Shaohua is more interested in dressing up than Zhang fanbi.

Take care of your hair regularly. Although clothes are not luxury, they can also be regarded as a small expensive among the working class.

And having a wife who is afraid of your cold really makes Zhang Fan happy. Before going to work in the morning, Shaohua's clothes have been ironed neatly, increasing or decreasing with the weather.

Wearing thermal underwear, Zhang Fan looked at the situation of children. He was not only hot on his body, but also hot in his heart.

Looking at the child's chest not a few bricks, you can imagine how small her heart must be.

The heart of an adult still has a detour, and the heart of this villain is really a one hammer deal. If you can't, you can't. the fault tolerance rate is too low.

Not only does it depend on the skill of the chief surgeon, but also the requirements of assistants and other doctors in the operation team are quite high.

This also explains why pediatric surgery hospitals in China were famous in the past few decades.

Because their team has more strict discipline.

"Zhang Yuan, everything in the operating room is ready." The head nurse in the operating room called Zhang Fan for the first time.

"Good! Prepare for handover! " Zhang Fan hung up the phone and took a deep breath.

"Secretary Ren, prepare to send the children into the operating room."

"Good!" Ren Li nodded seriously. Then he said to the doctors in the internal medicine department: "the preparation of the internal medicine group, cardiotonic and oxygen mask must be synchronized with the children.

Whether the children can safely enter the operating room now depends on us.

Comrades, we must be thousands of times cautious and never make any mistakes.

Because we have no chance. Are you ready? "

"All right!" The female voice is greater than the male voice, and the number of female doctors in internal medicine is still relatively more.

Looking at a group of serious doctors in front of her, Ren Li turned her head and looked at Zhang Fan.

"Zhang Yuan, give orders!"

Zhang Fan looked at the injection needle that had been drawn from the ambulance, looked at several male doctors holding the movable emergency bed at the same time, and looked at the nurses standing side by side and holding up the infusion stand.

Zhang Fan silently said, "don't have an accident!"

Sometimes, in a desperate situation, people are really idealistic.

"European hospital, we are ready to move, and the children can enter the operating room."

Zhang Fan took the phone to Ouyang outside the emergency room and began to call.

"Good!" Ouyang didn't specifically ask again. She knew that in this regard, if Zhang Fan and Ren Li couldn't do well, no one in the municipal hospital could do better.

Time cannot be delayed.

"Elevator group in place." Ouyang started with a walkie talkie.

"The first floor is in place!"

"The second floor is in place!"

"The third floor is in place!"

"... the building is in place!"

The hospital has a special operation elevator, but today, in order to ensure safety, Ouyang directly controls all elevators, and special personnel are on standby on each floor.

It's really the Spring Festival, that is, the breakfast on the first day of the new year. It's too difficult to meet another time!

"What's going on in the aisle?" After the elevator group finished, Ouyang continued to ask.

"Report to the dean that there are no idle people in the aisle."

"Good!"

"Zhang Fan, start!"

With that, Zhang Fan in the rescue room opened his mouth to "prepare!" Then I looked at everyone when everything was ready.

"Start transfer!"

More than a dozen doctors and nurses are almost synchronous, and their steps are almost the same length.

The rescue bed, monitor, ventilator, infusion stand and drugs ready for rescue at any time move quickly and steadily like a cloud of white smoke.

There were not enough people, so Ouyang directly commanded the spare policemen.

Just like wartime management, the police are double duty at every intersection, every corner and every elevator door.

The people who came to see the doctor have seen the sky.

"God, what is this?" A drunken man looked at the dark police in the hospital as if facing a great enemy. He was surprised and couldn't speak.

The quarrel stopped, and the tear gave up. They all stared at it like watching western scenery.

"What kind of person is this? Such a high treatment."

"Well, it's probably the leader."

As a result, when the child came out, everyone was speechless.

The little man lay on the big rescue bed and looked so weak and fragile.

Looking at the children covered with intubation, looking at the blue and purple children.

The child's mother, the policeman's father, are distressed and pull into a lump. I really want to go up and hold the child. I want to ask her if it hurts. I want to see if she cries.

But doctors like walls isolated them.

The rescue bed quickly entered the elevator.

When the door closed slowly, the child's mother held her mouth, tears like rain, and cried without a sound.

Think about yesterday, the child also giggled. Now, looking at the child lying in the rescue bed, really, now she can do anything for the child, but she can't do anything.

When the police saw the purple and blue children, their faces were obviously sad.

Think about your colleagues and your children. Looking at the children lying in the emergency bed is like your own children. It's hard to say.

The child's grandparents were trembling and speechless. The babbling child and the toddler baby were fine yesterday, but who knows, in one day, everything is gone.

In the elevator, "oxygen saturation continues to decline!" Anesthesiologists kept reporting data.

"Strong heart!"

"Breathing stimulants!"

It's hard. It's really hard. Physicians almost use their whole body skills in order to continue the child's weak breathing and heartbeat.

Zhang Fan looked at the data and the sweat in his palm came out. It's too dangerous. The lines on the child monitor are faint and seem to be straightening soon.

The surgeons looked at the data and dared not swallow the water. They were deeply afraid of affecting the children.

People, life, really, sometimes, looking at the pain of life and death, but after the pain is relieved, you can immediately chew with meat and bones and forget to be proud.

And sometimes, without pain or itching, if you can't come at one breath, you go to another world.

To tell the truth, no pain, no itch, no pain, no discomfort, and then went to another world, not everyone enjoyed the luck.

In death, a strong sense of suffocation and near death are the most terrible. When effective oxygen replacement is not possible.

Like countless steel and copper foils crashing in your ears! Bang! Bang! Fatal impact.

The nostrils are like a bull's nose. They are open enough to put their thumbs in.

In front of me, the color of gold and black kept changing, and my heart was about to jump out.

A strong sense of suffocation, like a boiled and peeled egg stuffed into the respiratory tract, sticks to the respiratory tract, upper, lower and lower.

Moreover, when people's consciousness is awake, it is particularly terrible. Both hands can involuntarily scratch the muscles near the neck into holes.

Perhaps comrades who smoke have had this short-lived feeling. When they get up in the morning and a mouthful of phlegm blocks their throat, the moment of suffocation, if amplified and prolonged, is a sense of near death.

Eight month old child, I don't know if she understands, but when the bean sweat on her small face replaces tears, I can imagine her pain.

The elevator keeps rising, and tens of seconds, just like centuries, makes parents, children and even doctors feel very difficult.

Ding Dong, the elevator door is open. The head nurse in the operating room, led by the anesthesiologist nurse, is already on standby at the door.

Because the operating room pays attention to a strict asepsis, you must wear hand washing clothes when entering the operating room, and you must wear operating clothes when going on the operating table.

So they replaced the physician here.

Ren Li has gone in early to change her clothes.

The physicians who were taken over, looking at the children who entered the operation, involuntarily wiped the sweat on their foreheads.

As if it was a responsibility, it was finally sent out from his own hands.

Really, it's no wonder doctors and nurses have this idea. Such pressure, life and death in a moment of pressure, is too uncomfortable.

Not long after the leader left the hospital, the head of the tea vegetable police station rushed to the hospital with people.

"European Academy, what can we do?"

He reported to Ouyang with a subordinate attitude.

"Maintain order and assist doctors in testing and treating steel bracelets."

"OK, no problem."

The addicted men and women began to be afraid at this time. The posture in front of them was too fierce.

The black police didn't say, and these policemen looked at them with eyes like wolves, as if they could tear them alive.

"Get up and say what about you. Pretend to be a dead dog and can't get up?" That's a kick.

Then the leader seemed to find something and quietly turned to the other side.

In the operating room, doctors simplified everything as much as possible, "Zhang Yuan, body position is ready!"

"Disinfection ready!"

"Complete anesthesia!"

"Start!" Zhang Fan spoke in a low voice, but in words that all doctors could hear.

Open chest, the child is too poor. On his small chest, the original white powder and tender skin turn purple black, just like burnt sweet potato.

"Knife!" Zhang Fan is holding a knife. Really, if ordinary people can't row down towards such a small and poor body.

But at this time, Zhang Fan, who holds a knife in his hand, can almost say that he doesn't have a little emotion.

No matter how big or short, in his eyes, old or young, in his mind, now is disease.

Under the sharp blade, the soft skin was gently cut away like the wind blowing leaves.

Blood, dark red blood slowly seeped out. Really, there was no fresh feeling.

Just like a plate of duck blood and pig blood, it is dark red and there is no breath of life.

The flesh cracked when the knife was cut.

The thin and soft ribs don't need bone biting forceps. The scissors twist gently and open.

"Chest expander!"

Zhang Fan said softly.

The nurse quickly handed over the chest expander.

"Child's, this is adult's!" Zhang Fan didn't lift his head. When the chest expander was put into his hand, he didn't have to look. He knew it was an adult's. it was too big.

The nurse's face turned white, "this is the only one in the instrument department. I, I..."

Boom! Zhang Fan is angry. Really, on the operating table, Zhang Fan doesn't get angry with his colleagues even if he is serious.

But today, inexplicable anger burned over Zhang Fan's head. The bright chest expander in his hand was thrown to the ground of the operating room by Zhang Fan.

"Go and let the director of the instrument department wait for me at the door of the operation!"

Zhang Fan is angry. Zhang Fan is rarely angry. The originally tense atmosphere in the operating room has improved. I don't know how many levels there are.

Everyone's heart was lifted.

Really, it's easy not to get angry. It's not easy to get angry. The former Zhang Fan, in the operation, can overcome as much as possible.

A hospital can't do everything according to its standards. It's impossible.

But today, Mingming stressed at the conference that we must ensure the comprehensiveness of surgical instruments.

But the director of the equipment department is like a deaf ear. He always enters special households.

You can earn money, but you can't waste your life!

Zhang Fan's anger soared. Really, his hands began to tremble.

Seeing the child open his chest, there is no corresponding surgical equipment. This is not what killing is.

Pressure and pressure, pressure and pressure, if it weren't for the children, Zhang Fan really wanted to go out and point to the director of the equipment department to vent his anger.

Now, get angry. If getting angry can save people, Zhang fan can burn himself.

But it's useless!

"Director Li, it's up to you. You must open your chest and there must be no displacement."

"OK, Zhang Yuan, don't worry!"

The director of cardiothoracic surgery, clenched his teeth and made a hard guarantee.

He specializes in lung, and he knows the relationship between this kind of fixation.

The child is too young to be fixed by two people. Lao Li's big hands directly block the operation field of vision to the point where there is no operation space.

But what can be done? Now it can only be more difficult to continue.

"Zhang Yuan is angry!" The head nurse in the operating room reported the situation to Ouyang at the first time.

"What happened?" Ouyang went to no one and asked quickly.

She knew Zhang Fan so well that she was angry when she saw that everyone was xiangyanghua Zhang Fan. She must have been extremely angry.

After the head nurse reported, Ouyang's face looked blue and blue.

"Go and let the director of the instrument department run to the door of the operation. Take out all the bidding records in recent years.

If you want to die, I dare to bury it! " Ouyang said to the director of the medical office with a cold face.

"Good! I'll go right away. "

The director of the medical office was sweating. Ouyang protects the calf, especially the calf, but today, the old lady will refuse to recognize her six relatives.

Cut, separate, open, expand the chest.

Zhang Fan struggled into the child's chest. The heart, not much bigger than the goose egg, was beating faintly.

It's like going to strike at any time. Click, click, click, the fluctuation is very small.

"Zhang Yuan, insufficient blood volume!"

"For blood transfusion, red blood cells must be sufficient. Now children are hanging on red blood cells."

In the blood bank of the hospital, bags of blood were sent to the operation, "Dean, I have to be prepared. I'm afraid if there is an accident, it's too late to ask for help at this time."

The director of the blood bank called Ouyang.

"OK, I see."

Ouyang hung up and began to ask, "how many doctors and nurses are coming to work today?"

"More than 80 people."

"Prepare to inform those who have not donated blood in the near future, and those who meet the standards, let them prepare to donate blood.

Today's blood donors can have three extra days off. "

"OK, I'll inform you now."

The director of the medical office always appears around Ouyang like a shadow anytime and anywhere.

"European Academy, do you need to donate blood?"

The head of the police station heard Ouyang.

"There is no shortage now, but I'm afraid of accidents."

"There is no need for doctors and nurses to donate blood. They have to save the lives and heal the wounded. European hospital, this task is up to me."

With that, he walked out without waiting for Ouyang to speak.

"I am... Now, our brother, let's face life and death together, a brother who stirs life in a pot.

On duty today, he was cut by criminals with AIDS blood knives.

To make matters worse, his child, a child under the age of, had a heart attack and was in danger.

Comrades, brothers, I always... Ask you, if you are able to donate blood, please arrive at the tea vegetable hospital immediately.

This is not an order, this is an old policeman's request, please! "

For a moment, the words of the person in charge spread out in all the police vehicles and police bands in the tea vegetable area.

Then, the blue and white police cars in the city and nearby counties and districts set out towards the tea vegetable hospital.

"Come on, take me. Our brother is in trouble. It's unreasonable not to go."

"And me, wait, I'll go too."

The black torrent, a collective, a group, formed a torrent into the tea vegetable hospital.