Zhang Fan and the others had already turned around to remove the things on the operating table and send the wounded to the ICU. As a result, there was a "ding dong" and everyone looked to the ground.
Fortunately, the bedpans in the operating room are all made of metal. If they had been made of plastic today, Zhang Fan would probably have suffered. "Haha, haha! It's out, it's out, look, the shrapnel is out." Lao Wang picked it up without any hesitation.
Because of the intestinal digestive juices and soapy water, after Lao Wang picked up the shrapnel, he found that it was still sticky and had long strands of water, just like the saliva of a confinement baby.
He was happy and excited, to say the least. If he hadn't been in the operating room and the injured hadn't been sent to the ICU yet, Zhang Fan would have definitely done some somersaults with the shrapnel wrapped in mucus.
It is no exaggeration to say that as long as the shrapnel does not come out today, there will be very troublesome things waiting for him in the future, and a team of medical experts will first come to evaluate it. Assess the situation and assess the injuries.
Zhang Fan was thinking that the intestinal damage was too serious and was not suitable for incision. However, the expert team was considering whether incision would be fatal. The consequences of incision and the inability to remove the shrapnel would be more serious. It could be done directly. I'll beat you up inside and outside.
Zhang Fan took the shrapnel from Lao Wang's hand, his hands trembling a little. "Take a photo as a souvenir." Lao Wang didn't say much, and patted Zhang Fan's arm with his wet hands. He didn't say much and wasn't very thorough, but his meaning was very clear. When practicing medical surgery, one cannot be too cautious.
The surgery on Zhang Fan's side was completed, and the surgery on the other side was almost over. The policeman's arm was not saved and he will have to install a prosthetic limb in the future. The director of the chest department blinked his sore eyes and came out of the operating room.
After seeing that the operation on the other side was over, he said to Zhang Fan who had just left the house: "Mom, I don't want to do it again in this life. Everything I see is black dots. It's a pity that his My arm was not saved."
"Our intestines are rotten into a pile of linen!" Zhang Fan smiled bitterly at the director outside his chest. The person was saved, but the damage was too great and it was too difficult for people to accept.
After receiving the family members of the wounded outside the corridor, Ouyang heard the head nurse in the operating room say that the operation was over. She hurriedly walked into the operating room and asked, "How is it?" Looking at the cardiothoracic director and Zhang Fan, Ouyang was no longer very nervous. , because she knew the wounded man’s life was saved.
"I can't save my arm! The wound was too badly damaged, I tried my best!" The outgoing director was not in a good mood.
"The intestinal damage here is very serious. It is estimated that the injured will not be able to recover in a few months." After the director of the cardiothoracic department finished speaking, Zhang Fan continued to say something to Ouyang.
"Okay, go and have a rest quickly. A lunch box has been prepared in the duty room. Go eat a few mouthfuls and get some sleep. The sun will still rise tomorrow. As long as you try your best, you will not regret it.
At that time, depending on the condition of the injured, I had already prepared for the worst. Unexpectedly, I really didn’t expect that both of them were saved. You are my pride. Don’t put any burden on me. You have done your best. Go and rest. "
Ouyang said emotionally to a group of doctors coming out of the operating room. These people are either the middle-level staff of the hospital or the backbone of the department. Ouyang rarely treats them harmoniously. The old lady was also very excited today.
In the corridor, the family members of the soldiers have not arrived yet, but the family members of the police have long been waiting in the lobby outside the operating room. The leaders of the police station office and several female police officers are accompanying the families of the wounded and comforting them. The language is in this situation. The front is always pale.
"Mom, dad will be fine, right?" The child in junior high school is already sensible. Such a big battle makes her very worried, maybe she will lose her dad forever.
She lost her father who always had a dark face and never attended her parent-teacher meetings. Although he never attended her parent-teacher meetings, the naughty boys in school never bullied her because she had a majestic policeman father.
"The operation is over. The operation is over. It was a success. Now I have gone to the ICU." A policeman who seemed to be in charge ran over quickly with a smile on his face.
The woman took the child and ran towards the ICU. "This way, this way, I ran in the wrong direction! Don't worry, he's fine. He'll be a strong man after a few days of rest!"
Before he finished speaking, Ouyang accompanied the director of cardiothoracic surgery and opened the door to the operating room. He held a bloodless arm in both hands and lowered his head.
"I'm sorry. Although the person was saved, his arm was not saved because of the explosion of the bullet."
"Ah!" the little girl screamed, and a policewoman hurriedly covered her eyes with her hands. Tears already fell on the policewoman's face, "It's okay, it's okay, kid. Stop looking. Don't Look!"
"Oh my god!" The child's mother fainted immediately, and the two policewomen beside her quickly helped the fainted woman.
"I'm sorry!" The director of the cardiothoracic surgery department was struggling, really struggling. The excitement he had after rescuing the police officer had long been evaporated.
"There is no need to say sorry, we should thank you. Thank you! An arm can be exchanged for a life, it's worth it, thank you!" After the policeman in charge finished speaking, he saluted Ouyang and the director of the cardiothoracic surgery department.
The huge alternation of joy and sorrow made the woman who was still trying to hold on completely unable to hold on anymore. This arm, it is not a leek, cut it off!
The woman who woke up cried silently, "I have to go and see him. Although he is usually as strong as a steel plate, he is actually very fragile. At this time, he must be in great need of comfort. He needs me. He needs me to go." comfort him."
Tears raged like heavy rain. "Mom, dad, he..."
"Stop crying. We, the two of us, can't cry anymore. Your father has suffered so much and so much. At this time, we, the two of us, must not distract him anymore. Come and wipe away the tears. We must smile and watch. Look at him! Be obedient and stop crying."
She said she wouldn't cry anymore, but she couldn't wipe away her tears, "Stop crying! Really, I can't cry anymore, he's still waiting for me!"
In a word, the police around them felt like they were being treated personally. A group of guys who were originally tough-faced cried more fiercely than the last. The strong woman wiped away her tears.
With her red and swollen eyes like peaches, there really wasn't a drop of tears left. "Thank you, really. Let the child bow to you. Thank you. We, the two of us, will go and see him."
In the long passage, the woman walked very firmly with her child, and her heart was empty.
"It doesn't matter if he loses an arm, as long as he is alive. Without his arm, he no longer has to hold a gun, and he can spend more time with us.
My poor man! "
Experts from Bird City and Army General Hospital hurriedly arrived at Chasu City Hospital. In the past, Ouyang would have entertained them very enthusiastically.
But today, the old lady was unhappy. I mobilized all the doctors and experts and tried their best, and my doctors worked hard and tried their best, but you still don't trust us.
When it comes to being unreasonable or merciless, Ouyang also has a dog-like face, and he will do whatever he says.
After taking the photos from the time and the medical records before and during the operation from the hands of the director of the medical department, there was a "bang" and they were still on the table in the conference room.
"Look, this is the situation at that time and the situation during the operation. Both injured people are in the ICU." The cold voice sounded like ice and snow in the words.
"What's your attitude! Is this the behavior of the hospital director?" A local official accompanying him couldn't stand it and began to accuse Ouyang.
"That's my attitude. If you can't stand it, remove me as the dean. My doctor went all out to save his life, even if he didn't receive any praise. Now he's still asking for the blame. What's your attitude? What are you going to do? work, ah!”
"It's okay, it's okay. We are not here to cause trouble. Dean Ouyang, don't be angry. In fact, we also know that it is not easy for doctors in grassroots hospitals. The purpose of our coming is to help, not to find trouble." Bird City A specialist from the hospital came out to lighten the mood.
Ouyang's sharp teeth and sharp mouth made the officer speechless. He didn't expect that Ouyang would be such a rogue.
"Which doctor performed the soldier's surgery?" The doctors from the main hospital and the local doctors are not in the same system. They don't care whether you are angry or not. Looking at the operation records and photos of the injured before the operation, the doctor from the main hospital frowned and asked.
Ouyang was not a general surgery doctor, so she felt a little nervous when she saw this posture, but she still had confidence in Zhang Fan. "If you have any questions, please tell me directly now. This operation was ordered by me, regardless of the doctor's business."
"Haha, I have seen people who protect calves, but I have never seen people who protect calves like this. The doctors at the city hospital should be lucky to have a director like you. However, you can't solve this problem." The expert from the main hospital looked at it with a wry smile. Ouyang said.
Ouyang still doesn't have a good face towards the experts from the general hospital who are in different systems. "What can't I solve? As long as it's a matter of the hospital, if I can't solve it, there will be superior leaders."
She had thought about it, and if it didn't work, she would go to the government to argue. She must not let these people drag out the doctors. She had experienced too much. She knew that the doctors under her were still capable of dealing with diseases, but in the face of these Few things can be seen clearly.
"Haha, ballistics, please tell me, can you solve this matter or can your superiors solve it. I have seen the records of this operation.
The surgeon's thinking was very clear and he went straight for the shrapnel. Moreover, during the operation, he was brave and careful, and handled these injuries in a very methodical and sophisticated manner.
I'm very puzzled. You, a local grassroots hospital, can do this kind of battlefield surgery no worse than our military hospital. I need to meet this doctor.
How about it, can the dean be accommodating? And I also want to talk to him about this ballistics thing, okay? "
"Uh!" Ouyang was embarrassed, but after going through the storm, she suddenly changed. "Hey, you are an expert in this field. You are the authority on this kind of surgery. Our lower-level hospitals still have to humbly ask for advice. We are arrogant and complacent. Otherwise. Hurry, go and call Zhang Fan."
As he spoke, Ouyang's expression did not change at all, and he winked at the director of the medical department.
"Haha!" Several experts shook their heads with a wry smile. Ouyang didn't care about their thoughts or attitudes. Her heels were not here, so whether she laughed or cried, she didn't take it seriously.
On the way here, the director of the medical department told Zhang Fan: "Don't just listen to what they say is nice. You have to think carefully about what to say and what not to say. You must have a clear mind.
Even if the dean is here, don’t be afraid. If you are sure, just say it. If you are not sure, don’t say it. Do you understand? "
Zhang Fan was confused, "What does it mean to be confident and what does it mean to be unsure?"
"Hey, I really want to pry open your head and see how long ago it was. If it's in the textbook, just say it. If it's not in the textbook, don't mention it. Do you understand? My young master!" The director of the medical department hated him. Iron cannot become steel!
"Uh, okay, director, how can I be the young master?" Zhang Fan really didn't understand.
"Hi, you are my young master!"
"Dean!" After entering the office, Zhang Fan looked at everyone and said hello to Ouyang.
"Have you eaten? Hurry up and sit down. This is an expert from the main hospital, a ballistics expert. You have to be humble and ask for advice. Don't bring out some immature ideas to the world. Do you understand?"
Isn’t there any trust between people? Ouyang is too cautious.
"Are you sure it was you who performed the surgery?" After the expert from the main hospital saw Zhang Fan, he didn't care about anything else, but Zhang Fan's age surprised him. "How old is he? Has he graduated from graduate school?"
"Yes!" the director of the medical office confessed on the way. After entering the office, Ouyang reminded him openly and secretly, although Zhang Fan didn't know what was going on.
However, he knew that Ouyang would not harm him. Therefore, he made up his mind to ask whatever he wanted, and he didn't want to get into trouble.
"Oh! Which military medical university did you graduate from? Who is your mentor? Why did you enter a local hospital instead of a military hospital? Are you a national defense student or a commissioned student?"
No wonder the experts from the main hospital were not surprised. What he calls ballistics is not conventional ballistics, but trauma ballistics after weapons such as bullets enter the human body.
General medical schools only briefly mention war trauma surgery and do not offer this course at all.
Even though this subject is not very famous, it is war trauma surgery. Ordinary doctors, whether at home or abroad, as long as they are not military doctors, are actually not very good at it.
Doctors who really understand these treatments are almost all students of military medical schools, and at least graduates. Therefore, it is not without reason that the experts from the main hospital are strange.
"I graduated from Lanzhou Medical University as an undergraduate and didn't have a mentor." Zhang Fan thought for a while, but still didn't drag Mr. Lu to raise the banner.
"Ah! Have you dealt with this kind of trauma many times?"
"Not many, maybe four or five times."
"Did you sum it up yourself? Or did you learn it from somewhere?"
"You learn from the textbook!" Zhang Fan looked at Ouyang, and Ouyang gave him a firm look.
"Uh, okay. Can we talk about trauma ballistics?" The experts at the main hospital were helpless. People with backing are so awesome. I don't like to say it!
"That's okay!" Ouyang smiled, and she could tell that he wasn't here to cause trouble, so she felt relieved.
