The Surgeon's Studio

Professor Huang did not pay attention to the call at first. When the chief nurse of the operating theater reminded him that this was Doctor Zheng’s opinion, he immediately became energized.

No one would neglect a matter that was reported step by step.

The hyperbaric oxygen chamber itself was a scarce resource. It was not like a dialysis machine that could be deployed all over the country.

This kind of matter would be a headache even for the frontline headquarters.

At 3.55 in the morning, the frontline headquarters received a call. The staff officer recorded it and handed the information to the professionals in charge of medical treatment.

Department Chief Kong’s eyes were red as he looked at all kinds of data. He was thinking about a solution when he received the latest information.

Thousands of kidney physicians had rushed over from all over the country. Countless machines had been sent over. They had to make reasonable arrangements and try not to waste resources. This was already a headache for the staff officers and the relevant doctors.

Department Chief Kong’s eyes were a little blurry. He was stunned when he saw the information the staff officer had brought over.

“Hyperbaric oxygen chambers?” Department Chief Kong pondered.

“I don’t think there are that many patients with head injuries. Why did they say they wanted hyperbaric oxygen chambers?” asked another old chief of the Military Medical University who was on duty.

Ever since he came to the front line, Department Chief Kong had been busy in the frontline headquarters.

There were thousands of messages coming from the frontline. When it came to medical treatment, there had to be a professional who was responsible for determining the priorities and then transferring all kinds of information.

At the beginning, Department Chief Kong was on the verge of collapse.

There were countless isolated islands on the frontline, and the main force could not enter for the time being. The light and small teams went in because they did not carry enough medical supplies and there were cries for help everywhere.

Even if they used the strategic reserve resources, it would be useless if they could not enter.

Among the countless messages, Department Chief Kong discovered the situation report from Nanchuan Town.

Medical supplies… Department Chief Kong was especially helpless when faced with such a request. There was no need to guess. When he saw this request, he knew who was in Nanchuan Town.

How did this kid follow? He was not an active-duty soldier.

However, this was a detail that Department Chief Kong wasn’t willing to delve into.

Another piece of information caught Department Chief Kong’s attention—he needed a large number of dialysis machines and kidney physicians.

After discussing with the relevant doctors, he felt that there might be a large number of patients with grinding contusion in the disaster area. There would be an explosive growth in the number of patients with acute kidney failure due to crush syndrome. If they did not make preparations early, they would definitely be helpless in the near future and it might even lead to a large number of casualties.

This reminder was very timely.

Therefore, the thing Zheng Ren was most worried about was quickly approved by the frontline headquarters. He began to transfer the relevant doctors across the country.

That kid… Department Chief Kong looked at the location of Nanchuan Town marked on the map and felt somewhat helpless.

After a few days of busy work, Department Chief Kong had almost forgotten about Zheng Ren. A huge amount of information required professional advice, and there were not many people who could enter the frontline headquarters to provide professional advice.

Department Chief Kong’s workload was no less than the doctors who performed surgeries at the front line.

“Xiao Wu, ask the provincial hospital who gave the advice.” Department Chief Kong looked at the reports of a large number of amputees needing hyperbaric oxygen chambers and felt a little helpless. However, a figure immediately appeared in his mind as he called the staff officer on duty.

“Okay!” Staff Officer Wu replied and immediately contacted him by phone.

Soon, he said, “Department Chief Kong, it was the suggestion of the first batch of support doctors from your hospital, Zheng Ren and Su Yun.”

It was indeed him.

Department Chief Kong smiled bitterly. This was really a difficult problem.

“The hyperbaric oxygen chamber is indeed useful for the wound recovery of amputees. However, there are few resources and the number of patients that need to be accommodated is too large. The machine will definitely not be able to keep up,” said an old professor from the Military Medical University beside him as he rubbed his eyes.

“We can only prioritize the evacuation of a portion of the amputees after surgery and send them to hospitals in Hunan, Hubei, Shaanxi, and other places for treatment.” Seeing that the old professor did not object, Department Chief Kong began to devote himself to the process of researching for a plan.

This involved a large number of personnel transfers and was not something that could be resolved with a single order.

The injuries were classified. The hyperbaric oxygen chambers in Chengdu and the surrounding cities and counties were effectively used. After that, relevant patients were sent out of the province within groups.

As for how the entire process should be optimized, there were professionals who provided professional methods.

The plan was huge. After Department Chief Kong gave his opinion, the staff officers joined in and designed the most reasonable route according to the various data reported.

Zheng Ren really knew how to toss and turn things around. However, as a frontline combatant, the advice he gave was the closest to reality and also the most pertinent, Department Chief Kong thought to himself.

It was still better to be young and full of vitality. However, he was probably exhausted and had not had a good sleep for a long time.

Department Chief Kong looked at the forms on the computer. The doctors who were going to provide support and rotate would be in place very soon. At that time, the first batch of doctors who entered Sichuan would be able to return to their original units to rest.

It was not just the doctors. The first batch of troops and fire fighting commanders also needed to rest urgently.

This was a tough battle. These soldiers, doctors, and volunteers used their flesh and blood to create the Great Wall of Steel, blocking the spread of the natural disaster and minimizing losses.

At the same time, they had suffered casualties and exhausted their energy. If they continued to hold on at the front line, the number of casualties would multiply.

The night passed just like that. As the aftershock interval gradually lengthened, the various troops moved into the frontline. Large machinery dug out roads and everything became orderly.

The arrival of the follow-up troops also gave the frontline teams a chance to catch their breath.

Countless injured people were transported down. The search and rescue work as well as the follow-up work continued without end.

Department Chief Kong only set the time on his phone after daybreak. In a daze, he randomly found a place to fall asleep.

Today was the seventh day of the earthquake.

In the afternoon, the whole country observed three minutes of silence. Department Chief Kong remembered that he set a time, afraid that he would miss this time of mourning.

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At 1pm, Department Chief Kong was woken up by the alarm.

He was dressed in black and stood solemnly in front of the flag in the frontline headquarters. His head was slightly lowered as he mourned in grief.

At this moment…

All over the country, countless squares were filled with people.

No one spoke or sobbed. Everyone was silent as they quietly lowered their heads to mourn their fallen compatriots.

They just took in the moment. Just like the sound of a siren or a surging river, the people’s hearts surged forward, refusing to forget the fallen for a long time.