father - home

Ernst finally agreed.

Both Ernst and I thought he couldn't be kept in Ward 25, which was crowded, noisy and unsafe.So Ernst called two prisoners and carried him on a stretcher to the top floor, my ward.It's been a long time since I did a human experiment, and the ward happens to be empty right now.

"Can you stay and help me for a while?" I asked Ernst as I washed my hands and changed my clothes.

"Of course, I have already arranged the following things."

"Thank you!"

We looked at each other and said nothing.

I am grateful to Ernst, he knows that I need help now.Usually when I have patients here and need nurses, I will borrow Ernst's nurses from him.But this time, I don't want to let others touch him.

He has been in a coma for a long time.He was carried from downstairs to upstairs, from the hospital bed to the operating table, he did not wake up, not even a groan.

Her body temperature was 39.6°C, her heart rate exceeded 120 beats per minute, her pulse pressure dropped to 30mmHg, her skin was pale and cyanotic, her superficial veins collapsed, her fingertip capillaries filled slowly, and her pulse was so thin that she couldn't feel it even with a little force.The initial examination made me very anxious. These vital signs indicated that he had entered the 'shock suppression period' and reached the critical point of life.

"He didn't bleed heavily, it wouldn't be 'hemorrhagic shock'." I asked Ernst for his opinion.

"None of his injuries were fatal or 'traumatic shock'," Ernst replied.

"You said just now that the damage started before Shenk left."

"Yes."

"It should have been three or four days." I thought of the blood in the snow that morning.He was wounded and bleeding, which should have been caused by Schenk.Where is he hurt?Why?Why was Shenk suddenly rough with him?Why did he wait so hard for the morning glow that did not appear that day?Why do I keep thinking about that sentence? "The sun won't come out." Why didn't he go to Shenk's the next day?Is there any connection between this?A barrage of questions ran through my mind, but now was not the time to seek answers. "He has not been treated, so the wound has become infected."

"Not only are they not receiving timely treatment, but new injuries are happening every day."

Ernst's words hit my nerves.Please, Ernie, don't say everything.I screamed in my head, but Ernst was right.I am his attending physician and I should know everything.As a doctor, I must maintain a rational and objective attitude. It is useless to be blindly emotional.

"It's severe 'septic shock' now, and we don't have much time." I looked at Ernst, and it was so difficult to be emotionless.

I took a deep breath and said: "800mg'Bailang Dosi'intravenously infused with 500ml of 5% glucose solution; The first sulfonamide drug, when penicillin was not widely used clinically, 'Bailang Dorsey' saved the lives of countless patients. Dumarck won the Nobel Prize in Physiology and Medicine in 20 for this.) Another intravenous infusion of 1939ml200 at the same time % sodium bicarbonate solution to correct acidosis; intravenous infusion of 5ml isotonic saline to replenish blood volume; physical cooling, thorough cleaning and treatment of all wounds; catheterization, close observation of physiological signs, and recording of body temperature every 1000 minutes , heart rate, blood pressure, urine output, complete blood and urinalysis; closely observe the condition of the heart and kidneys. There is also a daily transfusion of 30ml of blood."

Ernst nodded approvingly.

We all know that although we have 'Whitecap Dorsey', we cannot control all infections.Whether he survives or not depends on a combination of factors: medication, nutritional status, intensive care, will to live and God's will.A small amount of blood transfusion every day is a very effective treatment.Fresh blood can provide antibodies and complements, enhance anti-infection ability, and improve nutritional status.

"Ernie, do you know what blood type he is?" I asked as I lowered my head to inject an IV on his right arm, ready to inject medicine.

"Type B."

"Really? Great."

"What do you mean?" Ernst asked alertly.

"I'm type B too, no wonder we're so alike."

"What? Don't you want to..." Ernst cried.

"Yes, this is really a coincidence, I should have thought of it, it's great." I lowered my head and secretly smiled, a rare sense of happiness sweetened my heart.

"Marty, you can't...you can't." Ernst cried out from across the operating table in a hurry.

"Why not?" I replied softly.I can finally do something for him, I can finally touch him, like now, I'm holding his arm, it's real.My blood would flow down my fingers into his body, and soon his skin would be rosy, his organism would be rejuvenated, and it would all be real. "Are you talking about my illness? Ernie, my heart may be sick, but my blood is fine. Just 200ml, it will be fine."

"No, you don't have to do this, Marty, I can find a prisoner, I know everyone's blood type, I will find a healthy one..."

"No! Never do this!" I interrupted Ernst eagerly, stop talking, don't cut off the connection between me and him that was about to be established. "He doesn't want to, Ernie, you know he won't. Don't force any prisoner to give him a blood transfusion in your capacity as an SS officer. He would rather die than accept such help."

"But you can't transfuse 200ml of blood for him every day. If the transfusion is over today, what about tomorrow?"

"Let's talk about it tomorrow, maybe, my hematopoietic function is very strong, I can do it every day, just 200ml, what a joke." I don't know what will happen tomorrow, we don't know if he will still be alive tomorrow.No matter what, as long as he needs it, even if I lose all my blood to him, I am willing.

"Are you alright? Ernie, come and help me when you're alright." I firmly ordered.Now it seems that the blood transfusion should be as soon as possible.I didn't want to let him out of my sight, but there was a chair next to the operating table, so I sat on it and planned to draw blood right there.

Ernst hung up the infusion bottle, adjusted the infusion speed, walked to my side, didn't speak anymore, just took a deep look at me.

I thought Ernst was drawing blood too slowly, so I kept urging him, but he didn't listen at all, and instead told me to shut up.Then I realized he was right.After the blood was drawn, I sat for a while, thinking that there were still many things to do: I had to thoroughly clean the wound, treat the wound, physically cool down, and wipe my body with alcohol. Ernst couldn't do it by himself, so I stood up and did nothing. Thinking of the darkness in front of his eyes, he loaded it down.