As soon as Meng Ke heard this, he quickly went to prepare for the operation. There are only a few people in the rural health department. With one voice, everyone can do whatever they need to do.
Hu Zengxiang felt a little regretful after saying this. If something goes wrong, he won't be able to get away with it. He is the superior doctor here. It's too late to regret it now. A group of black people are blocking the door of the health center. If I really regret it, it will be difficult to go out.
"I hope it will succeed." After sighing, Hu Zengxiang went to talk to the department transfer officer. Wang Zipeng and Zhang Fan were in a team, and there was no need to talk nonsense. He had already rolled up his arms and was ready to go. Wang Zipeng and Zhang Fan transferred to two departments together. They knew Zhang Fan well and were more confident.
"First check the blood type, open the intravenous channel, and correct the shock." Zhang Fan began to give verbal medical instructions. Doctors, including Hu Zengxiang, took action. To rescue patients, one main doctor gives orders and other doctors assist. Once the priorities are determined, the charge begins. Unless there is a major mistake, the assisting doctor will not interfere with the attending physician's thinking.
"Type O, RH positive." Internist and part-time laboratory technician at the health center. He said again: "Dr. Zhang, we have no blood."
Zhang Fan knew that the conditions in the health center were not good and had already expected this. Fortunately, he and the patient had the same blood type. He said, "I am type O. Come on, draw mine, 400cc."
Many people in pastoral areas have never been to a hospital in their lives, so how would they know their blood type? Moreover, this was Zhang Fan's responsibility. Other doctors were not obliged to donate blood for free, so Zhang Fan couldn't say anything.
"I'm old. I may not be able to bear 400cc. Give me 200cc. I have the same blood type as the patient." At this moment, I no longer want to take responsibility and have already started. As a medical group, let's contribute, Lao Hu said. The nurse said.
"You must prepare at least 1000cc. Let's do a blood test among the masses as soon as possible." Lao Hu said to Meng Ke.
"Ours is a simple blood type test, and other blood tests can't do it!" Meng Ke said tangledly.
"My blood type is the same, 400cc. I just had a physical examination and there is nothing wrong with it," said another transfer doctor who came with me. "Although I don't support this kind of surgery here, since you have decided, I can only obey." He transferred to the surgery department and knew the risks of the surgery, but here he couldn't even do basic tests, so he could only do nothing. Live horse is cured.
After Zhang Fan's system was strengthened, 400cc of blood was no problem for him, but the other doctor, who was as skinny as a chicken, couldn't do it and felt dizzy! And a little disgusting! I don't have time to care about him anymore, just take a rest. Take care of yourself, why is he a doctor?
The operation began, with Wang Zipeng helping. In the early spring weather, it would be freezing if you wore less clothes, but he was sweating profusely and was very nervous! In the past, I was the second or third assistant.
This time as a helper, many times I failed to meet Zhang Fan's requirements and could not help Zhang Fan. Open the posterior rectus sheath and parietal peritoneum, enter the abdominal cavity, wash your hands and explore, "The stomach is perforated and is still bleeding. Prepare ice-cold saline." Zhang Fan said to Meng Ke.
"The refrigerator is broken! We haven't had time to repair it yet." Meng Ke's face turned red.
"Uh! Let's rinse with salt water then." Zhang Fan glanced at Meng Ke and didn't know what to say.
Intermittent suturing is performed. After the suturing is completed, the greater omentum is pulled to cover the wound. After cleaning again and confirming that there is no obvious bleeding, count the gauze and close the abdomen.
Lao Hu outside the operating room was extremely nervous, even more nervous than he was during the operation himself. One moment he blamed himself for not stopping Zhang Fan, and the next moment he hoped that the operation would be successful. Another blood donor, Dr. Li, was lying on the hospital bed for infusion. He was in poor health, and the nurses here were inexperienced and drew blood a little too quickly.
There are more and more people outside the door. An ethnic group here is just like a Han village with the same surname, they both have the same ancestors. Lao Hu saw more and more herders gathering outside the door. He didn't understand Mongolian, so his hands started to shake a little. "If we can't get off the stage today, each of these people will have to give up. Hey!" The more he thought about it, the more worried he became, and Lao Hu's palms became cold. If he hadn't been leaning against a chair, he might have sat on the ground.
The surgery was just a sentence, but it was not easy to do it. Wang Zipeng had never had stomach surgery before, so Zhang Fan needed step-by-step instructions in many places. Hand-in-hand arrangements.
That is to say, this patient had a good fortune today and met three doctors with the same blood type. Otherwise, even the ischemic shock cannot be corrected. The suturing is done and the abdomen is closed. Zhang Fan was no longer in a hurry. He stretched out his head and looked at the calm patient, then said to Meng Ke: "Old Meng, your place has bad feng shui. I always run into trouble every time I come here."
"Nonsense, it's very good. This place! Even Genghis Khan has been here. It's a great place! Will you come again this summer?"
"Why, do you want to shear sheep again?" Zhang Fan asked jokingly.
"Haha." The operation was almost completed, and Meng Ke felt relaxed.
"Okay, done. Lao Meng, you have to worry about these days. The operation was very successful. Don't have any problems with post-operative care. You must take care of the gastric tube and don't let him remove it secretly."
"If he dares, break his hand. You should take a rest and do the surgery immediately after taking the blood. Thank you very much."
Meng Ke and the nurse pushed the patient out of the operating room. When Lao Hu saw Meng Ke smiling, he felt so weak that he couldn't stand. A group of big men were surrounding the operating door and they couldn't communicate with each other. How could he not be nervous?
"The city doctors saved Mutu. His blood belonged to the city doctors. They are our best friends. Let us thank our friends with the warmest banquet."
"Okay!" Although the voices were loud, they all spoke Mongolian. Lao Hu didn't understand either, but fortunately everyone looked very happy. When he saw Zhang Fan and Wang Zipeng leaving the operating room, Lao Hu said, "Hurry up and give me a hand. My legs are so weak that I can't stand up." How was the surgery? Nothing will happen. "
"There's no problem. Doctor Zhang did a great job and there's no bleeding at all." Wang Zipeng said excitedly. This was his first major surgery as a first assistant.
"That's good. Hey! I'm really old!" Lao Hu said with emotion.
I thought I was just going to kill a bug, but I almost died of fright. Fortunately, the results are not bad.
At night, the whole tribe was in motion. The vastness of the grassland has created the cheerful character of the herdsmen. A toast song was sung, and snow-white hadas were hung around the doctors' necks one by one.
The oldest herdsman cut off the whole sheep, the first piece of meat, with a knife and gave it to Lao Hu: "My relatives from afar, please try the mutton from the grassland."
The herdsmen entertained the doctors as much as possible. Because this is their friend, a doctor friend from afar.
Drunk Lao Hu and Meng Ke hugged each other and danced, Wang Zipeng hey! Hey! giggle. There is no sense of strangeness at all. There is no language barrier. It’s okay. Let’s have a drink! Fun night! Zhang Fan was persuaded to leave early.
