Seventy-two hours is the dividing line for rescue. Every minute and every second during this period is precious to the wounded. On the first day (that is, within 24 hours), the survival rate of the rescued people is about 90%; on the second day, the survival rate is 50%-60%; on the third day, the survival rate is 20%-30%.
The first day has passed, and more than 10,000 people from the People's Liberation Army and the Armed Police Force have been stationed in the disaster area. As the rain cleared and the sky cleared, the Air Force also sent several helicopters into the disaster area. Search and rescue dogs, life detectors, and all available equipment were used.
After the first 24 hours passed, almost all of the injured patients who were brought up were undergoing surgeries that required cooperation from various departments. The medical area is also filled with all kinds of tension, because after the first day, many of the patients who were sent have died.
It’s not that doctors don’t try their best, they wish they could all become the Thousand-Armed Guanyin. The reality is cruel. Many people often leave this world forever before they can receive treatment.
In the corner of the operating cart, Zhang Fan was curled up, his face covered with a floral towel to wipe sweat. He had just finished one operation, and he was taking the time to rest. There was no way for anesthetists, nurses, and assistants to take turns. The chief surgeon was too short, so he had to persist.
There is no time to be sad, no time to sigh, sleepiness is the best thing in the world that can make people temporarily forget everything. Zhang Fan drooled and fell asleep instantly without even a dream. Other personnel in the operating cart work as quietly as possible.
"How many hours has he been in a row?" The vice-president from outside quietly poked his head in and whispered. Although the surgeon in charge could not be replaced, the leader of the triage of the wounded still wanted to do a replacement so that these people could take some time to rest. .
"It's been 30 hours." The nurse's shift handover has included the continuous working time of the surgeon as a shift handover procedure.
"Okay, let him sleep for an hour first. Hey, I'll think of a solution." We can't go on anymore, and the vice president also knows that if we continue, these doctors will definitely die suddenly.
Zhang Fan had just slept for an hour when he was woken up by people taking care of patients outside. He shook his slightly dazed head and quickly washed his face.
"What's your illness?" Probably due to lack of sleep, Zhang Fan's feet were a little too low and he walked like a drunken man.
"Abdominal trauma! This patient is a relatively minor one. The vice-president said he would send it to you. He will let you have a simple operation and rest for a while!"
"Uh! Okay, come up." Zhang Fan said quickly, and the patient was carried up, followed by Zhang Fan's assistant. The city hospital was almost emptied out by Ouyang. The patients who could be discharged were discharged as soon as possible, and the patients who could not be discharged were also gathered together so that a limited number of doctors could treat them. The remaining surgeons had begun to rotate into the hospital.
However, the injuries in the disaster area are too complex, almost all of them are compound injuries, and doctors from a single department cannot handle them. Therefore, Zhang Fan, who has very comprehensive surgical skills, is the most tiring one.
A young patient was sent. Fortunately, because there were guests at home, he slept in an old house. The old house is a thin mud house, and the beams are paved with bamboo. Therefore, his injury was considered relatively minor, that is, both lower limbs were fractured.
As time goes by, fewer and fewer injured people are rescued. Even if they are rescued, they have not yet undergone surgery, or the rescue effect is getting worse and worse.
"Get ready to evacuate!" In a tent in the treatment area, Ouyang was having a meeting with the leaders of the government and the army, and a leader was making a speech.
"More than seventy hours have passed now. The number of injured people who can survive is also very small. Our focus now is not on this, but on the follow-up work."
"Okay, then prepare to evacuate. Leave a professional disaster relief team behind, and other units will begin to evacuate slowly. Please ask the person in charge of each unit to go down and do a good job of evacuation."
"Yes!" The leaders stood up one after another.
In fact, when the time entered fifty hours, the number of injured began to decline from the peak, and the rescue efficiency became increasingly low. Just as various units were preparing to evacuate, the soldiers in the disaster area screamed.
"There are people, there are signs of life, hurry up, here!" As the excavation deepens, there are fewer survivors as we get to the bottom. When everyone has almost lost hope, maybe hope appears again.
"Quick, dig! Quick!" The soldiers started digging like a perpetual motion machine.
"This is a cellar!" After digging, someone discovered the reason.
"Yeah, I hope this survivor can survive." Because it had been too long, everyone almost didn't dare to express any hope.
The northwest cellar is L-shaped, which means you first dig straight down for about two meters, then turn to parallel to the ground and start digging inward. Because this can ensure that vegetables and fruits stored in winter will not be frozen.
"I saw it! I saw it! This corner cellar has not been crushed! Hurry! Everyone, work harder and expand the opening." The people around were extremely excited. For such a long time, there were no survivors.
When the soldiers dug a big opening, a soldier immediately jumped in. They crawled in on all fours, wearing miner's lamps on their heads. Everyone almost held their breath and looked at the entrance of the cave in anticipation.
After all, people still yearn for the good. Who doesn't want to hear or see good news? After all, most people still have sunshine in their hearts. The waiting time was only a few minutes, but the people standing around seemed as slow as centuries.
Slowly, slowly, the warrior came out backwards, first with his feet, then his legs, his body, and his arms. The people around him opened their eyes wide, watching and watching.
Finally, the soldier came out backwards. She is a little girl of seven or eight years old. When the little girl saw the sun and the crowd, she cried loudly, "Wow!"
After the surviving villagers around saw the little girl, their breaths became easier. Listening to the little girl's loud cries, these villagers also began to cry, and then an aunt jumped directly.
"Nizi! Nizi! Don't cry, don't cry! Wherever you feel uncomfortable, tell me!" The aunt said not to cry, but in fact she shed more tears than anyone else.
"Ma'am, where is my mother?" the little girl with chipped teeth asked choked with sobs.
"Your mother is here, she is here, Nizi!" As the aunt spoke, her lips began to tremble more and more, and she could not speak.
"Quick, let the doctor check it." At this time, a doctor also came down quickly.
"I'm hungry, I'm thirsty! I've finished eating the raw potatoes in the cellar." The little girl was still being treated by the doctor, but she couldn't help but say something.
"Okay, let me feed you now. Slow down! Drink some water first." As he spoke, the doctor fed the child a little sugar and salt water, then gave the nurse a wink and started intravenous infusion directly.
The doll is extremely dehydrated!
"Nizi, how did you get down to the cellar?" The aunt in front held the stretcher and followed beside her, slowly stroking the child's hair with her hands.
"I couldn't hold my urine in the middle of the night, so my mother took me out to pee. Halfway through, I heard a rumbling sound. My mother pushed me into the cellar and shouted at me to crawl in.
Then she said to call my daddy. Then nothing can be seen. I cried and shouted loudly, but no one paid attention to me, and I couldn't see anything. Later, I was very hungry, so I ate raw potatoes in the cellar. Honey, I will never eat unwashed raw potatoes again, please don’t tell my mother, okay! "The little girl opened her teeth and raised her corners slightly, looking at her aunt like a coquettish girl.
"Okay. Girl, if I don't say anything, I won't say anything." Tears burst! Auntie burst into tears.
"Sister, have you seen or heard that your baby is fine? You can go with peace of mind. Don't worry, I will be her biological mother from now on. We two mothers will live well. You must protect her. Ah!" She raised her head, looked at the sky, and said silently in her heart, and then tears flowed directly into her mouth!
The doctors protected the little girl like a national treasure, and all the monitoring showed that the little girl was fine!
"A miracle, a miracle of life, a miracle of maternal love!" Ouyang said with emotion as he looked at the little girl.
Hope, this is hope!
