Chapter 1493: Surviving the Doomsday 28
"Come in!" The voice inside was majestic.
The captain opened the door and motioned for her to follow him inside.
The room was originally a soldier's dormitory. All the beds were moved out, two tables were put together, and chairs were placed behind the table.
Now sitting on this chair is a man with the rank of major on his epaulettes. He is not bad looking. Well, according to mortal eyes, he looks good.
The major was approving some document. There was a folder with paper on the desktop and a pen in his hand. After reading it, he quickly signed it, closed it, and handed it to the clerk at the desk: "Go and do it immediately!"
"Yes, sir!" The clerk gave a military salute and went out.
The major then cast his gaze behind the captain. Because his military cap was held down quite low, he couldn't see if he was frowning: "Why is there only one?"
Yes, why only one? There are approximately 15,000 civilians selected this time. According to the minimum ratio of one doctor per 1,000 people, there should be at least a dozen. Why is she the only one?
The captain replied: "There is no one in the family who has enlisted in the army, she is the only one left."
Either you enlist in the army or your family members join the army. Those who have entered this side will naturally send everything they can, but those who have entered the enemy's side will naturally not be able to use them.
In fact, merit can be discounted, but Xi Ning doesn't want to come up with any ideas, just in case someone who thinks of his family members who died in the war becomes cruel and does something stupid. Well, it was her idea! Aren't you taking the blame? So you don't have to be too conscientious. What you want can't be thought of by others?
The major capped the pen and turned it over and over in his hand: "How many are still alive, don't worry about the others?"
The captain took a deep breath: "There are five left."
The major seemed to have decided: "Get all five, send two conscripts to follow as assistants, and send soldiers to handle the door. If something goes wrong, shoot them on the spot."
"Yes!" The captain saluted.
Five people are not too many, but with three people watching, what kind of monster are you afraid of coming out? Doctors are scarce now, so we can only use them as much as possible.
There are only so many doctors here, and a few more died in the two battles. Who knows there will be a war, otherwise the more doctors we have, the more resources we will waste.
The major turned his attention to the doctor who was standing aside and remained silent: "What do you do?"
"Surgeon in the emergency room." Xining explained briefly: "Emergency wound treatment, suturing of visceral rupture, and craniotomy for decompression are all fine."
The major's resolute face finally softened a little, with an expression of "Finally found something useful": "Take her first."
"Yes, sir!" The captain saluted and led her away.
The captain asked as he walked: "What kind of cooperation do you want?" At such a critical moment, there is no need to say anything more, just follow the doctor's instructions, so that more people can be saved.
There are thousands of injuries and illnesses, but there are only seven doctors. Adding in the five we got later, we were still stretched thin.
Xining thought for a while: "Give me an operating room and two assistants. First treat the medium-risk cases such as blood vessel rupture and massive bleeding, and then treat the high-risk cases of internal organ damage."
Damage to internal organs, especially the liver, requires lengthy surgery. If we have this time to repair or cut off the liver, we might as well save a few more injured people who have only blood vessel problems. At this time, in the eyes of doctors, all lives are the same, and every one can be saved.
"Okay!" The captain agreed immediately, and then shouted loudly: "Create another room for Dr. Lewis."
There was no time to set up a sterile operating room, so a few soldiers moved the bed and cabinets out of the room, leaving only the table as an operating table, and then sprayed diluted disinfectant on it. The surgical instruments were placed on the cart and pushed in. Just like that, in just a few minutes, an ordinary dormitory was quickly cleared out and turned into an operating room.
When she put on the surgical gown as quickly as possible, put on her hair, put on a hat, and put on surgical plastic gloves as she walked, there were already soldiers at the door with their hands outstretched in a gesture of invitation, indicating that this room was her operating room. As soon as he entered the room, an injured person was carried onto a table covered with a disposable transparent tablecloth.
"Bullet shot in the chest!" The medical soldier who was delivering the wounded put the person on the operating table, turned away, and left these words alone.
One assistant quickly cut open his military uniform, while the other was already preparing anesthetics and hemostatic injections.
If you are a novice, you will not know what to do when faced with bloody wounds.
Fortunately, she has faced such a battle before. My sister has been a military doctor on ancient battlefields. The owner of the body was originally an emergency room doctor, and he dealt with emergencies like a war every day.
I picked up the medical pliers and went on, take out the bullet first!
Xining inserted the pliers into the wound and searched for bullets in the flesh while shouting: "Get ready for stitches!"
The assistant was stunned for a moment while holding the needle. Before the anesthetic was injected, he saw the bullet clipped out. At this speed~, hurry up and prepare your needlework.
As soon as I got the needle, I heard: "Get ready for the next one!"
Kaao, what speed is this? Just like the previous field doctor who went to join forces abroad!
The assistant immediately shouted: "Next, quick!"
Even the stitches were done very quickly, it only took half a minute and five stitches. Now I don't have time to think about whether the stitches look good or whether they are tight enough. I just need to ensure that the wound does not bleed or crack for the time being.
By the time the next wounded person arrived, this one had already cut the thread and moved away.
The next one was placed directly on the operating table with blood. There was no time to change the tablecloth and gloves. There were still so many wounded outside, and 20% of them were dying.
I don’t know how many were rescued. I only know that the rescue was like an assembly line. The bullets were taken out one by one and thrown into the iron plate next to it. Bullets slowly piled up in the medical stainless steel plate.
The assistant kept putting on needles and passing them over. The anesthetic needles were rarely used because most of the people who moved in had already fallen into a coma due to poisoning.
The other one shouted for the next one and helped with some basic work. From time to time, he helped the doctor wipe the sweat from his forehead to prevent the sweat from affecting his vision.
So fast, I saw the medical soldiers carrying people in and out of this room the most frequently. The wounded soldiers waiting for treatment at the door were carried in a short while, and carried out again in just a few minutes and placed in the ward, where they were given fluids and blood to continue their treatment.
There are always accidents. Sometimes people are found dead after being put on the table, and sometimes they die during the rescue process.
But what impressed the assistant and others was that this was originally the thing that most affected the mood of the treating doctor, but Dr. Lewis was not affected at all. He calmly talked about the next one and took advantage of this gap to change a pair of gloves.
After finally finishing the last wounded soldier who needed treatment, Xi Ning felt that his whole body was about to collapse. He sat directly on the ground and gasped weakly.
The captain walked in with a smile on his face: "Thank you, Doctor Lewis!"
"You're tired, tell me!" My sister was so tired that she wanted to say something quickly but didn't have the energy to answer.
The captain knelt down beside him, opened the ring cover of the can of Coke he had brought, and handed it over.
After she took it, she raised her neck and drank, gulping, gulping, drinking most of it in one breath. The high-energy sugar enters the body, and I finally feel a little better.
(End of chapter)