"Wow, wow!"

As soon as he walked to the surgery department, he heard the hospital's ambulance alarm.

The rapid brake sounded, and several doctors and nurses pulled the stretcher and quickly transported the patient.

A strong smell of blood flows in the air.

"What the hell is going on?" Zhang Yu asked curiously, pulling a passing nurse.

"I've had a car accident. Three died on the spot. The remaining few are seriously injured. Don't stop me!" Before he finished speaking, the nurse hurriedly ran inside.

Crunch!

Before Zhang Yu left, he saw an ambulance appearing urgently at the door of the emergency department.

Out of curiosity, Zhang Yu followed him over and found that there was only one doctor at work in the emergency surgery department today.

There are so many injuries that a doctor will definitely not get it. Zhang Yu is very hesitant. You should know that getting a doctor is not that simple. You should know that there are rules in everything. If you break the rules, you will be sad.

But when he thought of letting go, he felt uneasy. If the rescue was not timely, one or two people would die...

As Zhang Yu expected, the surgeon on duty saw so many patients coming, but he became anxious. Here are six or seven, how could he be busy alone?

He hurried to the office to find Director Deng, but unfortunately he didn't know where he went. He called Dr. Deng again, but found that his cell phone was turned off.

In fact, Deng Chaokun happened to have a friend coming today. He got off work early to entertain friends, have some wine, massage and massage. His phone just ran out of power, so he turned off.

At this time, the emergency surgery department was in chaos, and the doctor on duty had no choice but to go out and invite Director Zeng out and ask him to arrange someone to work overtime, or ask for support from the injury department.

"What's going on? What about the rest of your surgery?" Director Zeng was anxious when he saw so many patients, and he shouted loudly.

"They just went out for a clinic today..." the doctor on duty said aggrievedly.

Director Zeng had no choice but to call the doctor in the emergency surgery department who was resting to come to work overtime. Then he contacted the injury department of the inpatient department, wanting them to come and support him.

But the injury department replied that it is undergoing emergency surgery now and there is no one left! Even if there are people, they have to wait for more than ten minutes.

Hearing this, Director Zeng was furious and red. It would take more than ten or twenty minutes for the emergency surgeon to come from home. Now six or seven patients are screaming there. How can they be done?

"You guys go and bandage the slightly injured patient first. The seriously injured patient will follow the principle of first aid..." Director Zeng said loudly. The doctor on duty was so busy that his feet were not touching the ground, and there were injuries everywhere.

The few strong people shouted were nothing. The most terrifying thing was that the few seriously injured were lying motionless next to them. The nurses could only do the simplest hemostasis bandage.

Zhang Yu shook his head. The doctor wanted to treat the disease and save the patient. He was still allowed to hesitate. He quickly put on a mask and hat, walked quickly outside the emergency room, and found a free room, pointing to the patient who was lying on the cart and was covered in blood. He said to the nurse next to him who was calling anxiously: "Come and push him and follow me."

I saw a doctor coming, and the nurse was very strange now. Why haven’t the doctor seen this before?

"Why are you stupid? It's important to save people!" Zhang Yu frowned and said. The nurse quickly pushed the person in when she heard this. While pushing, she secretly looked at Zhang Yu, muttering in her heart. She was the new doctor in the injury department?

Zhang Yu was lucky. Several new doctors came to the injury department during this period, but the nurse had never seen him.

As a result of backfire, she agreed that Zhang Yu was an injury doctor and quickly cooperated to push the person in. She was too busy at this time. After she pushed the person in, she immediately went out to take care of other patients.

Seeing that someone left, Zhang Yu began to examine the injured person. The injured person's eyes were closed and he seemed to have fainted. There was nothing else in his body, and most of them were trauma.

He was hit on his forehead, and his thigh was bleeding. Fortunately, there was an external injury. The wound on his thigh was very deep, about ten centimeters long, and he could see the muscle and fat layers.

Zhang Yu quickly tore his pants, pulled out the silver needle, and pierced it at several acupoints on his thighs, watching the blood in the wound being stopped.

At this time, he picked up the saline water next to him, picked up a pair of sterile gloves and put them on, touched the pliers with his right hand, and then clamped a large ball of cotton to wash the wound of the injured person.

He had to clean the dust on the wounded person's wound, otherwise the wound would become inflamed and then suture it after cleaning the wound. It has to be said that Western medicine is particularly outstanding in surgery, and Zhang Yu has also learned a lot in this regard.

Because the injured person was anesthetized by Zhang Yu with silver needles, he did not react at all and allowed Zhang Yu to fiddle with him.

After cleaning the wound, he put down the salt water bottle, picked up hydrogen peroxide and rinsed it on the wound, scrubbed it thoroughly with a cotton ball, causing thick layers of foam to rise from the wound.

Now I picked up the salt water bottle and washed away the hydrogen peroxide foam. The cleaning of the wound was basically completed.

After the wound was cleaned, the pre-operative preparation was made by disinfection. Zhang Yu picked up the bottle of complexed iodine and repeatedly applied the patient's two wounds and the skin on both sides of the wound twice. After disinfecting the wound, the operation began.

At this moment, the injured person actually woke up slowly. Seeing such a long wound on his thigh, he was so scared that he cried and made a fuss.

Zhang Yu had no choice but to pull out a silver needle and stab it on his pussy, allowing him to continue to sleep.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I was most afraid of the injured when performing surgery, which would make the operation more difficult. Moreover, anesthetics generally damage the human nerves. This is why doctors will contact patients to sign some exemption contracts during surgery.

Silver needles are much more convenient, but those who can be used skillfully are old doctors. I guess they will not have one pervert like Zhang Yu in decades.

He neatly put out the needle and thread, and began to sew the patient's wounds. He sewed the inner layer of the muscles and sewed seven or eight needles in a row, which allowed the patient's inner layer of the muscles to be well-sealed.

Zhang Yu rarely undergoes surgery, and a lot of surgical knowledge is theoretical, but in his super stable arms and dexterous fingers, his skills range from strangers to proficient, and quickly use threads to fit the layers of muscles together.

In this way, Zhang Yu changed several types of needles. Without anyone helping, he successfully sewed the long wound in just four or five minutes, and then the whole skin cover dressing was bandaged.

As for the wound on the forehead, it is much simpler. Wash it with normal saline and then bandage it with dressing.
Chapter completed!