The Treasure Hunt of an Antique Dealer

It won’t work if you don’t mobilize the excavator. Those heavy cement slabs weigh several tons, and the layers stacked on top of each other make your scalp numb, and it’s useless to rely on manpower at all!

In fact, the Model 60 excavator, which itself weighs only 6 tons, can't deal with those huge concrete constructions, but it is better than manpower and can always dig the ruins faster.

The contractors of this meeting have already unloaded the generator, the only set of hydraulic shears, gas cutting, and several jacks for car repairs, and even the jacks equipped on the vehicles have been removed.

Hydraulic jack, good thing! The first squad of the second team used two 10-ton jacks and a few bottom steel plates to rescue a female junior high school student whose legs were pressed under the cement slab.

The two-story building collapsed on the ground. Before the contractors arrived, the father of the child had been working in vain with his bare hands, trying to remove the cement board weighing several tons on the child, but it was useless!

And the girl's crushed legs are still bleeding, and she will die if she drags it for a few hours!

As soon as the people here were rescued, they were carried into a temporary military tent nearby, and the medical soldiers immediately launched first aid: infusion of blood plasma, hemostasis, simple debridement, and fixation of the two crushed legs.

The father of the child waited at the door of the tent anxiously and weakly. He was already soaked and did not protect himself from rain.

The curtain door of the tent was half open, the light was hope, and the man's heart was twitching.

He was almost desperate just now. He is rich and runs a good-scale chain travel agency, but just now he was completely helpless with his children.

When the child is almost unable to yell "Dad" and it hurts, I hope to go away slowly... Suddenly, rescue is like coming from the sky!

Not the Philippine army, nor the police, but a group of foreigners: men know that this is a group of foreigners who are not particularly far away from a military base.

But I didn't think about the identity of these people. I only knew that these people were angels. I didn't know if my little daughter could turn the crisis into peace.

"Yes, surely!..."

The man kept cheering himself up, and seemed to cheer up the children inside!

Simple debridement operations in the tent are in progress. The wounded are constantly being sent in, and some who can still walk are stuffed into cars and sent to the military training camp.

Less than fifteen minutes after the daughter of the travel agency owner was sent into the tent, a person wearing a mask gave him a hand at the entrance of the tent, and the man quickly leaned up.

"Does not understand English and Chinese"

Speaking quickly, I asked once in English and Chinese. Obviously, this buddy is very busy and has no time to talk nonsense.

"Okay, I know both! How is my daughter"

The man answered in English, anxious.

Wearing a mask, the man said in very fluent Mandarin Chinese: "My life is saved. Your daughter is lucky. I only have two bags of plasma. She was the first to send it, and one bag belongs to her.

Now we are going to send us to the camp. The military doctor over there will perform follow-up operations on her, and try to see if you can prevent your daughter from becoming lame in the next half of her life. You go together.

Also, are you two of the same blood type"

As soon as he heard that his life was worry-free, the man's hanging heart was let go.

"Same, checked, they are all Type A."

"Well, get into the ambulance right away, pay attention, and tell the people at the camp that you have the same blood type as your daughter. The follow-up operation is estimated to require a blood transfusion of three to four hundred milliliters. We don't have enough plasma right now."

Three to four hundred milliliters, an adult man of more than one hundred catties can't be pumped.

The ambulance is right next to the tent. It is said to be an ambulance. In fact, it is a Hummer with a particularly tall carriage. There are two stretchers in it, a place to hang blood plasma, saline bottles, and an oxygen bottle.

Will be there.

That is a training camp, not a field hospital.

Let the man hold the blood bag, the two guys carried the girl into the ambulance, and there was also someone on the stretcher on the other side of the car: coincidentally, it was a man’s nanny. Seeing the host’s woman coming up, I was very excited and tears. It crackled and fell down.

This one had just been dug out, with a broken leg and some skin trauma, and two ribs seemed to be broken.

Regardless of the pain, the nanny babbled over there: "Just stay alive, just stay alive..."

The guy who put the stretcher yelled: "Sit down, don't fall down!"

After finishing speaking, he closed the door "pop" and slapped the car board twice, "Okay!"

The Hummer will start in gear, and let's go to the camp.

The man in the car is very lucky. His eldest son is going to college in Manila. His wife and parents set off to see his son on Saturday, thinking of a big purchase in Manila by the way.

He had known from these rescuers before that Baguio was the hardest-hit area. As for Manila, it shook, it was all right!

Just when the girl was carried away by a stretcher, the simple operating table made up of two tables was just vacated, and the rescuer brought another seriously wounded male with a gray-headed face, no consciousness, and a bleeding head.

The guy who carried the stretcher just said: "The head has been hit hard, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is still angry!"

The medical soldiers checked and caught the blind!

"Just find a car and send it to the camp. Lao Tzu is a medical soldier, not an expert in brain surgery!"

There may be bleeding in the brain, or it may be more complicated, but these are not what this medical soldier can handle: maybe there are one or two medical soldiers in the world who can perform complicated craniotomy, but this buddy knows that it is definitely not himself!

And here is a tent, only rainproof, but the leaky, non-sterile ordinary tent, the "operating table" returns the **** wooden table, and the expert has to kneel when he comes!

As for the high-level hospitals in Baguio...

The nearest hospital is more than a kilometer away, carry it over

You're kidding!

You have to get by!

And this is a magnitude 7.7 earthquake. There is no water, electricity, and communication in the city. Don't expect that hospital to be able to transfer, let alone whether you can find a CT machine that can do brain scans in Baguio City.

Oh, the medical soldiers think that Baguio does not have the kind of tall equipment that is very likely to be. The only hope for this poor unintuitive man to survive is that the experienced Philips medical doctor may be able to save him: It is said that the military doctor will perform craniotomy. If the objective conditions are bad enough, the success rate of that kind of operation is basically boring.

But having said that, if you follow the usual battlefield first aid procedures, that guy will still be more ill-advised!

Under the circumstances of insufficient manpower, overwhelming wounded, and shortage of medical conditions, severely injured people with this kind of brain injury will not be given priority care. In all likelihood, they will be put aside and wait for death!

This is the principle and cruelty of emergency medical rescue on the battlefield, in order to allow more people to live!

The ones who can be saved will be saved first, the ones who have little hope...

No way, that's it.

The medical soldiers didn't have much time to talk nonsense with others, and someone was brought in, "what hurt?"