father - home

Blue sky, white clouds, glaciers, snow peaks, the top of the mountain, that green figure.Stop, turn sideways, stare, smile, under the sun, that gorgeous rainbow...

Before I could open my eyes, I rolled off the couch, staggered out of the office, and crashed into the hospital room, two doors swinging back and forth behind me.

The lights in the ward were on, bright as day.Ernst was sitting in front of the hospital bed. When he saw me rushing in, he gave me a suspicious look and immediately understood, but I still rushed ahead of him.

I put my hand on the side of his neck, but I couldn't feel the pulse!I put my cheek close to the tip of his nose, and I can't feel my breath!I lifted the bed sheet again and put my ear against his chest, but I couldn't hear the heartbeat!There was a bang in my head: am I late again!

My hand trembled a little, I squeezed it hard, and opened his eyelids.fine!The pupils have not dilated yet, there is still a chance!

"Come on, help me." I nodded to Ernst.

We grabbed the wooden frames on both sides of the bed at the same time and pulled them out together.

"One, two, three, that's enough." The bed was pulled out [-] to [-] centimeters, so that the bedside table would not get in the way during the rescue.

"Prepare 1.0 mg of epinephrine and inject it into the heart."

"Ok."

As quickly and gently as I could, I lifted his head with one hand and pulled out the pillow and the ice pack wrapped in a towel around his neck with the other.Let his head back as far as possible when lowering to keep the airway open.

I stood by the bed, stretched out my arms, overlapped my palms, crossed my fingers, leaned forward with the gravity of my body, and pressed the heels of my palms against the chest that had been so thin that the ribs were clearly visible. "One... two... three... four..." While pressing, I counted softly, as if the sound of counting was his heartbeat.

After fifteen heart massages, I turned to the head of the bed, supported his jaw with one hand, hooked it upwards and backwards, pinched his nostrils with the other hand, took a deep breath, and faced his pale, dry and cracked area. Bloodshot lips, blowing hard.At this time, his chest can be seen visibly bulging.Then, I followed with a heart massage.

By the time I finished my second set of fifteen heart massages, Ernst had the epinephrine ready, syringe in hand, and stood aside.

I'm still hesitating whether Ernst should give the intracardiac injection.But Ernst had reached out and handed the syringe to me.I get it: Ernst is so skilled at intracardiac injections that he does them almost every day.But today's responsibilities are too great. It is unfair to impose such pressure on Ernst, and it is also unfair to him and me.There is also a lingering shadow in my heart.When I saw Ernst holding a syringe out of the corner of my eye, my heart skipped a beat, and that uncomfortable feeling flashed past.Ernst used such a syringe every day to inject the deadly phenol solution into the heart of the prisoner, in order to kill, not save.So I took the syringe.

I wiped the injection site with an iodine cotton ball, took one last look at the needle tube to make sure there was no air, took a deep breath, held it, and inserted the long nine-gauge needle vertically between the 4th and 5th ribs on the left rib to the right Withdraw the needle into the ventricle, thick blood immediately fills the entire needle, yes, the puncture position is correct, I pushed the medicine into his heart.

Pull out the needle, press the sterile gauze, and continue the heart massage immediately.

Now, Ernst and I are cooperating. I do five heart massages, and Ernst does one artificial respiration.In this way, the heart massage does not have to stop.

I counted a little louder, as if his heart was beating harder.

"One... two... three... four..." Counting to five, Ernst gave artificial respiration.

One set, two sets, and five sets were done, but there was no response.From time to time I glance at Ernst.When he met my gaze, he always frowned and shook his head slightly.

We exchange positions with each other, otherwise fatigue will reduce the accuracy of the movements and fail to achieve the desired effect.

I took a deep breath, pressed my lips against those chapped lips, and blew in hard until my lung lobes stuck together.Although it is blown air, it contains 16% oxygen.So as long as I blow enough gas into him, there's still enough oxygen in it.

I gritted my teeth and insisted.quick!breathe!quick!Heartbeat!I know you can do it, don't give up.Today I am not late, I catch up.Tell me, I didn't delay for a second.

The fingers pressing on his carotid artery were numb due to spasm, I had to leave frequently to move around, fearing that I might miss the exciting moment, I hurriedly pressed back after leaving for a second or two.

You came to my dream and asked me to help you, didn't you?I'm here now, you have to work hard too.We work together.quick!breathe!quick!Heartbeat!I know you haven't given up, you won't give up, and neither will I.

My lungs hurt and my cheeks were sore, so I switched with Ernst.

"One... two... three... four..." I couldn't hold on any longer, my arms began to tremble, my heart sank, sweat dripped down my cheeks, onto the back of my hands and onto his chest.

"How long has it been?"

"Five minutes later."

"Another shot of epinephrine."

"Ok."

As soon as the long needle was pulled out, I immediately pressed sterile gauze and continued the heart massage.

"One... two... three... four..." My voice became louder and louder, evoking empty echoes in the silent hospital late at night.I don't care and I'm not afraid.If I can wake him up, if I can make his heart beat with my cry, I can scream even louder, even if I alarm the SS guards in the concentration camp, even if I wake up the whole hell that sleeps in the dark, and the hell the devil.

"One... two... three... four..." Lord, help me.Could it be you?Since you want me to help him, then give me strength and give me a chance.You have helped him once, show your miracle again.

I looked up and saw Ernst's sad eyes, frowning and shaking his head.

"No! It's not going to be like this!" I continued. "one two three four……"

"Marty, give up! It's been 10 minutes and he's dead!"

"No! Don't stop! He's still breathing, he's still beating...I didn't delay, not for a second...he deserved to live, he wasn't going to die...he didn't give up, he told me...he was going I come to help him... the Lord wants me to help him????? He is not dead! He will not die!"

I stared at Ernst, the sweat on my brow streaming into my eyes, blurring my vision.I do heart massage mechanically.My hands were numb and trembling, my heart was trembling, and my whole body was trembling. I couldn't hold on any longer, and I was about to collapse.With the last of my strength, I yelled, "Breathe fast! Beat fast! Otherwise, what do you want me to do! Since you have given up, why do you still tell me?" I waved my fist at him in despair. His heart was smashed, and I didn't care that his ribs were broken under my heavy punch.Second, I don't care if there is another big bruise on his bruised chest.Three times, as long as his heart can beat again, as long as he can be pulled back from death...

"Have it!"

Who said that?Who said "Yes."

"Marty, I have a pulse!"

It was Ernst who cried ecstatically.

"Really, Marty, he's got a pulse!"

I was dizzy for a while, and all the strength in my body slipped away.

I turned my face sideways and put my ear against his thin chest. My heartbeat was very light and weak, but it did.Tears flowed from the upper corner of the eye, passed through the lower eye, pooled, grew larger, and dripped on those red needle eyes. "Great, Ernie, there is a real heartbeat, we made it, he made it. As I said, he won't give up."

I covered him with a bed sheet, put my hand on the side of his neck, felt for his weak pulse, brushed my fingers over his mouth and nose, and felt the hot breath.I won, I finally brought you back from death.