Lei Feng System

The large truck loaded with the mobile operating room slowly stopped at the door of the tent in the medical care area. The door marked with the red cross in the middle opened slowly, and the smooth ramp hidden on the floor of the car automatically extended, and the shadowless lamp hanging on the roof flashed in an instant. On, Yiying medical equipment has also entered the standby state.

After the two-minute start-up time, the nozzles embedded in the car wall slowly protruded, spraying peroxyacetic acid mist from different angles to disinfect the room.

While waiting, Han Zhuoyu looked at Doctor Lin, "Do you have pictures of the wounded?"

The advanced level of this operating room is comparable to that of the General Hospital of the Military Region. Doctor Lin recovered from his surprise and immediately said, "Some and some, I'll get them right away." The Yushan County Hospital did not collapse, and the rescue team found it inside. Some medical equipment is available, but it is far from enough to support an operation.

Every seriously injured person took X-rays, but due to the rush of time, the angle, quantity, and clarity were not enough. But this does not constitute any hindrance to Han Zhuoyu. The 9527 is the world's most advanced testing equipment. Under his electronic eyes, every vein of the human body is invisible.

After taking a glance at the photo and passing it to his assistant, Han Zhuoyu turned to look at the seriously injured people. At this moment, above their heads is a virtual red cursor of 9527, and there is a row of beating numbers above the cursor, which is the countdown to their lives.

Han Zhuoyu walked towards the middle-aged man who was about to jump to the end of the number, only to find that the boy next to him whose head was smashed was only fifteen minutes away. An operation takes at least forty to fifty minutes. I saved this one, and it was destined to be unable to save that one.

Han Zhuoyu's pace paused slightly.

The family members waiting beside the wounded all looked at him with pleading eyes. Some even wanted to pull, but they were separated by strong bodyguards. Their sharp and fierce gaze is prohibitive.

Han Zhuoyu turned his head and looked at the emergency room set up temporarily outside the tent. The doctor who came with him was looking for power connection equipment, then set up lights and beds, and sprayed disinfectant on the corners. Obviously, the emergency room was unavailable for a while.

Time was too late, the middle-aged man’s daughter screamed, "Doctor, my dad vomited blood, please help him!" While talking, the man vomited another mouthful of blood, and there was a choking noise in his throat and his limbs. Keep twitching. Five of his ribs were broken, two of which were inserted into the lungs, causing blood pneumothorax, and he was going to die.

"Push him into the operating room!" Han Zhuoyu knew that he had no choice, and when he passed by the emergency room, he ordered, "You are ready to debride Cao Wangyang immediately." He pointed to the boy's bed, and the boy's mother was overjoyed. expression.

The doctors only agreed. He looked at the fifteen bodyguards and ordered, "You stay outside, and no other people are allowed to approach the operating area."

The door of the operating room slammed shut, and the red light "in operation" on the top came on.

A glass door isolated the dressing room and the operating room. Han Zhuoyu and three assistants quickly changed into dark blue surgical gowns, washed their hands with disinfectant, put on gloves, and passed through the disinfectant spray.

Inserting the film on the light board, Han Zhuoyu quickly calculated the dosage of the anesthetic, and asked Dr. Lin to inject it.

The convulsing man calmed down, Han Zhuoyu took a deep breath and picked up the extremely sharp scalpel. The world only knows that he is obsessed with academic research, but he doesn't know that he will hone his surgical skills in the virtual operating room every night after falling asleep. With 10,000 cuts, he can ensure that the angle, strength, and depth of each cut are exactly the same. Standing on the operating table, he was no longer Han Zhuoyu, but an extremely precise surgical machine.

While the two assistants were still watching the X-rays and considering the surgical plan, he had cut open the wounded's skin neatly, found several broken ribs, and cleared out the bone fragments that had penetrated the lungs.

"Hemostatic forceps, drainage tube." The cold and metallic voice echoed in the not spacious operating room, which was inexplicably reassuring.

Everyone gradually forgot everything around them, and was immersed in the youthful skills that are as precise as machines and as gorgeous as art.

The last piece of suture was pierced into the skin to close the **** wound, and the young man let out a sigh of relief.

"Is artificial plasma enough?" Walking outside the glass door to take off the dirty surgical gown, he asked one of the assistants.

"It should be able to support two or three days."

As long as there is enough plasma, many lives can be saved. The storm will pass in two or three days, and the army will send helicopters to move the victims. Han Zhuoyu is glad that he came in time.

Turning off the warning lights on the roof, he tightly covered the unconscious wounded with a layer of plastic film, and warned, "It's raining outside. When sending him down, pay attention to the rain."

The three of them discovered that there was a faint roar outside. After opening the door with excellent sound insulation, the thunder that shook the earth almost pierced their eardrums, and the roaring wind engulfed them with big raindrops. It hurts on the skin, and a purple thunderbolt suddenly appeared on the hill not far away, illuminating half of the dark sky.

If you are not mentally prepared, you will be surprised if you go out at first.

A temporary passage was built between the operating room and the tent with bamboo poles and plastic film, but it blocked the upper part, but could not stop the squally gusts coming from all directions.

Fortunately, Han Zhuoyu was prepared, otherwise if the wounded were caught in the rain, serious infections would be caused. Several medical staff rushed over to help, and pushed the car into the intensive care area that was completely sterilized. Han Zhuoyu went straight to pick up his second patient and stopped halfway through.

I saw the slightly energetic middle-aged woman hugged her son in a disheveled hair, and kept touching his pale cheek with her hand, her muddy eyes with deep sorrow. When I saw myself, the grief immediately turned into crazy hatred, and he shouted, "He was hurt so badly, why didn't you save him first? He is still a child! He is only sixteen years old! He shouldn't die! Old man! God, I'll give you my life, will you return my son, okay?" The scream turned into a howl, and she buried her head deeply into her son's already cold shoulder and trembled.

Han Zhuoyu's steady footsteps were messed up.

The bodyguards who followed him were expressionless, but their eyes moved slightly. The mother tried to rush into the operating room to find a chance for her son, but was stopped by them. This seems to be her last relative.

[After the emergency room was prepared, Cao Wangyang was supposed to have an operation, but the rescue team sent another person with more serious injuries, so he didn't take his turn. On the way to rescue the man, Cao Wangyang went first. 】9527 has been paying attention to the outside situation, and his tone is a little lingering.

Han Zhuoyu adjusted his pace and continued to move forward. There are still many people waiting for him to save his life. If he gets confused, he can't save anyone.

The perceptual Doctor Lin seemed to be aware of the situation at hand, shrinking behind the tall young man, his eyes were red.

"Push her into the operating room." Han Zhuoyu pointed to a young girl who was smashed by the gravel. The time shown on her head is running out.

The girl’s family has been killed and it is all taken care of by medical staff.

"Doctor, my husband is hurt more than her! I should save my husband first!" A thin, dusty woman who couldn't see her face came to stop her.

"My mother is also badly hurt, save my mother!"

"My boyfriend still has a steel bar stuck in his stomach. I should save my boyfriend!"

The people who swarmed over were already tortured by the fear of losing their loved ones, and their red bloodshot eyes radiated a fierce fierce light.

Han Zhuoyu didn't say a word, and under the support of the bodyguards, he steadily sent the girl to the operating table. He sincerely thanked the Thunder for his airtight protection. Without these mercenaries with strong skills and fierce temperament, the door of the operating room had long been smashed, not to mention the emergency room covered by only a curtain. Under the persecution of despair, no matter how kind people are, it is possible to turn into an irrational demon.

Dr. Lin was at the end. When he got into the car, he did not know who grabbed two of them. His arms were painful, and his fingertips were still trembling after changing into a new surgical gown.

However, the young man stood expressionlessly under the shadowless lamp, inhaling an appropriate amount of anesthetic for the girl, holding the tweezers and suction tube, and cleaning the **** abdomen. As long as he was on the operating table, he sealed up his emotions and desires, only his scalpel and the affected area were in his eyes.

His concentration is the best tranquilizer, and the three lingering fears immediately went into the operation.

Two hours later, the door opened again, and the family waiting outside seemed to have a few scenes, with slight scars on their heads and faces, but under the gaze of the bodyguard, they did not dare to approach, watching the youth take away another injured person. .

With the uninterrupted busyness of the two operating rooms, some people were saved and some died. This is a race against death.

"You come to stitch." After twelve hours of busying, feeling that he has reached the limit, Han Zhuoyu gave the position of the chief knife to his assistant.

"Dr. Han, go down and rest." Doctor Lin wiped the sweat from the young man's forehead and whispered to persuade him. She had some cramps in her calf. If it weren't for being attracted by the youth's superb skills and infected by his perseverance, she would definitely not be able to hold it for so long. In twelve hours, seven lives were saved from the **** of death, and none failed. The young man did his best, as he said before.

"You guys should rest too, change a group of people to take over." After the assistant sutured the wound completely, Han Zhuoyu turned off the warning light, and the slightly rickety figure looked so tired.

The family members of the wounded who were waiting outside cried with joy when they heard the phrase "the operation was successful." After experiencing the previous twelve hours, they knew that as long as they were sent to Dr. Han, they would be able to return to them well.

After the shift was arranged, Han Zhuoyu walked towards the intensive care unit. This is a newly built tent, sterilized inside and out, and the wounded who had just completed the operation are still in a coma. If they are not transferred to a large hospital with well-equipped facilities, their lives will still be in danger.

Obviously, the patient’s family members have also been warned by the doctor. At three o’clock in the middle of the night, most of them were not asleep, standing in the rain with umbrellas, staring at their relatives intently through the transparent curtain, fearing that they would disappear with the wrong eye.

"Doctor Han, why don't you rest?"

"Doctor Han, thank you!"

"Doctor Han, have you had dinner? I'll get you something to eat?"

Seeing the young people coming slowly, the family members greeted them one after another, with deep gratitude in their teary eyes.

The continuous tinkling has washed away the exhaustion of the youth.