Back in 2002 as a doctor

Fortunately, there is no hemorrhagic shock. Zhou Congwen thinks this is a very sensible trauma.

The wound on the back was long and deep. It was cut, not stabbed, so it should not be fatal.

In an instant, Zhou Congwen had a judgment in his mind.

He took out his stethoscope and began to auscultate.

"Is it troublesome to breathe?" Zhou Congwen took the time to ask.

The wounded were sobbing and crying, heartbroken.

……

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Note: When my grandfather was sick and hospitalized, I didn't dare to do even a small treatment. It was useless to the extreme. This sentence has a deep understanding.

In addition, many front-line doctors have a deep understanding of the mysterious emergency night, which is long and far away, as if it will never end.One year, on August [-]th, I was on duty. There was a child with complicated congenital heart disease in the intensive care unit, and I dared not leave the intensive care unit.

Whenever I walked out of the intensive care unit, there must be an emergency patient pushing in.

As a result, that night, I received 8 patients—2 spontaneous pneumothorax, 2 knife stab wounds, 3 rib fractures, and 1 intercostal neuralgia, the crying old man in pain...

By the way, there were 2 on-stage consultations, N+1 neurosurgery consultations, and 1 emergency department consultation.

It has been more than ten years since this night, and I have not forgotten it.Especially every time I think back to when I was going out in the small intensive care unit, I always want to talk about it according to the theory of probability, it will not be such a coincidence.But it's such a coincidence!When I opened the door, I saw emergency patients, so helpless.

Chapter 0411 Take Another Step

"Blood pressure 125/78 mmHg."

The nurse took off the stethoscope and reported to Zhou Congwen immediately, while Zhou Congwen was listening to the patient's lungs.

The patient had clear breath sounds in both lungs, and it was confirmed that there was no pneumothorax and it was just a simple trauma. Zhou Congwen breathed a sigh of relief.

This kind of trauma looks bloody, but it's actually okay, and antibiotics can be used for a period of time after suturing.

"Get ready to cut the bag, and help me pack a bag of No. 7 thread." Zhou Congwen said while looking for scissors to cut the patient's clothes.

"Congwen, do you need to go to the operating room?" Shen Lang asked.

"No, you go and discuss things with your family, I'll come here." Zhou Congwen smiled, then looked at the patient's family, "How did you get injured?"

"Chopped..." The patient had just said two words before being interrupted by the woman beside him, "I shaved it myself."

"..." Zhou Congwen frowned and looked at the patient and the family members around him.

The two were in their 40s and looked nothing special, but the sentence about their medical history revealed something.

Shen Lang's eyes lit up, but when he thought about his cousin, he was not interested, so he greeted Zhou Congwen and went out to discuss follow-up treatment with his family.

Zhou Congwen took the scissors and pointed at the clothes on the patient, "Cut it?"

"Cut, cut!" the woman said without hesitation.

The patients in 2002 were relatively simple, and no one dared to cut their clothes without video surveillance 20 years later.

After cutting off the bloody coat, Zhou Congwen took a look at the wound, "Lidocaine, prepare salt water."

Diluted anesthetic must be used for such a long cut, what a big job, Zhou Congwen sighed.

I just thought that with Li Qinghua's qi luck suppression, the emergency department would be much less, but one came.Have you been too proud recently?Zhou Congwen was a little unhappy.

Stepping on the floor lamp with his foot, Zhou Congwen administered anesthesia and began to suture the patient.

One by one, the thread scissors are held in the palm of the hand, and the knots are sewed and knotted at a very fast speed.

This kind of trivial matter is annoying to Zhou Congwen, and doing something is better than going to the emergency room.

But when the person comes, there is no other way. If you die, you can still push the person out.It's not the private hospitals in the future. If you don't want to treat them, you don't treat them, and if you want to close them, you can close them.

The lights were dazzling, the smell of blood was tangy, and Zhou Congwen's experience was extremely bad.

But no matter how bad the experience was, it didn't affect his hands. Knotting and cutting threads were like flowing water.

"We've been discovered, what can we do?" The woman held the man's hand and cried.

Zhou Congwen was startled, is this an affair?Was found hacked?

Well, a reasonable guess.It would be great if Shen Lang was here, such a thought suddenly appeared in Zhou Congwen's mind.

Painful and frightened, the man whispered, "Why don't we call the police."

"You're crazy and you need to call the police!" Although the woman cried pitifully, she was extremely firm in her words, "If you can't call the police, you'll be hacked, and you won't be able to die."

"..."

"..."

Both Zhou Congwen and the man were taken aback for a moment, but fortunately Zhou Congwen's muscle memory was still there and did not affect the suture.

Besides, no one was seen in the hospital, and Zhou Congwen quickly returned to normal.

"He said he was going to find someone to kill me. I'm afraid, woo woo woo." The man started to cry as he spoke.

"Don't cry." Zhou Congwen pressed the wound, and the severe pain interrupted the man's fear, "Stitches, how can I sew when your shoulders shrug."

"Doctor... I'm sorry... woo woo woo..." The man cried very sadly, "But I'm still afraid, he said he would find someone to kill me."

"You're still bleeding from the back. You'll be honest and I'll sew it up for you. If it continues like this, you'll go into hemorrhagic shock before they come, and you'll die without anyone else doing it." Zhou Congwen fooled the patient, putting His fear was suppressed.

The patient finally became quieter, and Zhou Congwen seized the time to continue sewing.But just a little while after sewing, there was a noise in the corridor.

The patient shivered, and Zhou Congwen quickly moved the needle tip away.If Zhou Congwen's level was not high enough just now, the tip of the needle would have pierced into the flesh on one side.

"What's the matter? I'm looking for you?" Zhou Congwen asked.

The man lay on the flat car, raised his head vigorously, and his eyes shone with fear.

"Xiaofen, please persuade your son to stop beating, otherwise he will die." The man begged.

"..." Zhou Congwen was startled, he guessed wrong!

It's not an affair, but it may be that the two middle-aged people are about to take another step, but the child doesn't do it, and shouts and kills.

It's nothing.

The woman wiped her tears and said to Zhou Congwen, "Doctor, I'm sorry to trouble you here."

Talking in a very orderly manner, Zhou Congwen sighed, it is difficult for honest officials to break up housework, let them do their work, and don't get involved.As long as it doesn't affect your own stitches, it doesn't matter.

The woman went out, and there was a noise outside.The woman was cursing, and a young voice was cursing back, and there was a lot of quarreling.

Soon Shen Lang opened the door and came in.

"Congwen, my third aunt said that she is going to the imperial capital, so there is nothing to do on the way."

"It's like this. If you don't bleed, you can go or not; or if you bleed all the time, you have to go. Because you are afraid of bleeding, you will die in Jianghai City." Zhou Congwen explained the fact very coldly, "Go to Teacher Wang Daming Tie the malformed blood vessel..."

Zhou Congwen was taken aback. It is 2002. Doesn't Director Wang Daming still have a doctorate?Is he in the imperial capital?

sweat……

But it doesn't matter, with the boss in the imperial capital and his own relationship, Shen Lang's cousin will definitely get the treatment that is close to the top level in the country.

Shen Lang didn't notice Zhou Congwen's expression, he nodded, leaned over to the patient and asked, "What's going on outside? Should I call the police?"

"No, no, no." The man waved his hand quickly.

"I think they are about to break in. Fortunately, someone stopped him, the person who sent you here. Don't you really want to call the police? I'm afraid something will happen."

Zhou Congwen felt that gossip was burning in Shen Lang's eyes, so he almost grabbed the patient by the neck and asked what was going on.

"Oh, please persuade me, what else can I do?"

"Are you both single?" Zhou Congwen was not polite, and asked directly while stitching.

"Ah? Well, both of our wives left early, and my son is studying abroad. If he was here, I wouldn't be so angry. Woooooo~~~" The man lay on the flat car and began to cry again.

Shen Lang rolled his eyes, and the gossip patterns spun at high speed, trying to understand what was going on in an instant.

This is too fierce. Parents want to find a wife, so they cut it like this?

"Shen Lang, go and take a look. If it doesn't work, call the security. If it doesn't work... you will stitch it up."

"You want to beat them?" Behind Shen Lang, the flames of gossip ignited.

"How could I do it? Of course I should call Officer Liao and call the police."

"Cut..." Shen Lang glanced at Zhou Congwen contemptuously, then turned and went out.

Just as he opened the door, noises poured in like a flood, and at the same time, the department's landline rang.

Zhou Congwen almost cried like the man lying on the flat car.

There must be another emergency, and Li Qinghua's strong fortune can't suppress his embarrassment.

Chapter 0412 like a nightmare

Shen Lang was also obviously taken aback by the sound of the department's landline, he didn't care to dissuade the mother and son who were arguing outside, and trotted to answer the phone.

"Congwen, general surgery emergency consultation!" Shen Lang came back quickly, talked to Zhou Congwen, turned around and went to put on sterile gloves.

After suturing, Zhou Congwen took off the blood-stained gloves and walked out of the treatment room.

"Prepare a set of closed chest drainage equipment." Zhou Congwen explained to the nurse while walking quickly to the consultation.

People, if you are serious, you can't be cocky, Zhou Congwen shook his head and quickened his pace.

The entrance of the general surgery department is deserted, not as lively as the chest department.

It should be a trauma, either a knife stabbing or a car accident. Passers-by called 120 emergency number and sent to the hospital. The patient's family has not received a letter yet.

Zhou Congwen made a judgment from the deserted environment.

Striding into the disposal room, Zhou Congwen frowned slightly, a bloody smell came over his face.

A young woman in her 20s was lying on the flatbed car in the emergency department, her skin was pale, and she was at least in hemorrhagic shock.

The flat car was covered with blood, and a lot of blood came out and dripped down along the edge of the flat car.

Dr. Gao, the attending physician in charge of general surgery, was presiding over the rescue. His voice reached the limit unknowingly, and almost everything he said was shouted out.

"Adrenaline!"

"Give me dopamine quickly, stimulate the blood, stimulate the blood!"

"Tell the operating room, emergency laparotomy!"

"What about the chest department, and the neurosurgery department!"

"..."

Zhou Congwen sighed, and took a stethoscope to auscultate, feeling helpless.

The most common time for emergency trauma is to come at night, and at night, there are one doctor and one nurse in the department.

It makes sense that there are many people who work hard.

But it's useless to be emotional, it's better to take the time to see the patient's injury and bring him back.

Zhou Congwen tore off the patient's clothes, and saw a knife wound on her left chest wall, about 3 cm long, and several scratches, all of which were deep.

This is a dead hand, Zhou Congwen judged.Generally, a well-meaning little ruffian can only stab his buttocks, at most his stomach, but he doesn't dare to stab him in the middle, he knows it in his heart.

The breath sound on the left side was weak on auscultation, and the wound in the chest was still bubbling, beeping, beeping, and there was no need to think that there must be a traumatic hemopneumothorax.

However, the patient had three stab wounds on his abdomen. Dr. Gao performed an early inspection wearing sterile gloves. According to the situation, it should be that a substantial organ was injured.

There is nothing to say, let's go to the stage to rescue.

"Brother Gao, let's talk when we go up." Zhou Congwen said.

"Hmm." Dr. Gao hastily pared Zhou Congwen's words, and then shouted loudly, "Nurse! Call the blood transfusion department, the whole blood costs 1500... no, 2000! Ask if there are platelets!! Ask if there is any fiber Protein!!!”

While yelling, he pushed aside the nurse who bent over to get the needle but couldn't get it in, and began to take over the indwelling intravenous access.

"I'll see you in the operating room. I'll go back to get the breast bottle and send it over as soon as possible." Zhou Congwen finished speaking quickly, and ran back quickly.

The quarrel in the chest corridor was still going on, and several heads stuck out at the door of each ward to watch the commotion.

The patients in the anorectal department are really idle. They just change their dressings every day. There is no mobile terminal in 2002. Almost all of them are extremely idle.

Zhou Congwen ran back and yelled, "Shut up! This is a hospital!!"