Chapter 680: with translation of chapter title

"Thrombectomy?" The Orthopedics Department doctor who was disinfecting froze for a moment, looking at the twisted deformation near the patient's ankle joint, with a necrotic pressure mark on the skin.

But strangely, although the Swelling at the patient's wound site was relatively obvious, it was much milder than expected, and there was no spread of black necrotic tissue.

Only the front half of the foot was completely necrotic; other parts seemed able to be preserved.

For similar patients, the best option is usually Amputation below the knee.

Which god‑level figure is this at the front line? The Orthopedics Department doctor thought for a long time, hearing that on the day of the earthquake, everyone at Huaxi Hospital was directly taken to the front line to join the rescue.

It is very likely a god‑level person.

Director Jing stood up, came to the front of the platform and began observing the patient's condition.

He carefully considered for a long time before saying: "Preserve the ankle joint, prepare internal fixation."

This is undoubtedly the best choice; although the surgical complexity doubles, when it comes to a wounded patient's postoperative recovery, who wouldn't want to do this little bit of work?

Although he had already been standing for 24 hours,

Although everyone was nearly exhausted,

Although there were countless patients still to come.

"Tell others, whenever they encounter a wounded person with this kind of plastic bag, they must check the medical record." Director Jing said hoarsely.

The circulating nurse immediately ran out, notified the other Shujian staff, and called the person in charge of triage up front, explaining this point.

Unfortunately, there was only one such patient, because his condition was relatively mild, so he was sent to Eryuan Hospital. All the severe patients were piled up at Huaxi and Provincial Hospital, where it was busier than here.

Director Jing's surgery was very meticulous, displaying the peak level of his medical career.

The front‑line doctors, not knowing what harsh conditions they were under, performed an initial emergency treatment. If something went wrong here, they would be sorry to the patient and also sorry to the doctors on the front line.

"Doctor, is amputation needed?" the patient lying on the bed asked.

Because he was under continuous epidural anesthesia, he could hear the doctors and nurses talking in the Operating Room, and he could see Director Jing's facial expression changes.

Only after half an hour into the surgery did he summon the courage to ask.

"Amputation is needed, but only half of the foot sole needs to be removed." Director Jing spoke frankly; at this point there was no need to hide anything from the patient.

"Half a foot sole, it's fine." The assistant opposite comforted the patient: "If you want to wear a prosthesis, it's simple. If you don't, just walk slower, gradually get used to it, and perhaps in a year you'll be able to run and jump again."

Hearing the doctor explain it this way, the patient finally felt relieved.

"Thank you." he murmured.

"Where are you from? Who performed your surgery?" Director Jing asked.

"He's from Nanchuan Town; two Faction members performed the surgery on me." The patient grinned, trying to laugh, but his whole face ended up looking mournful: "The surgery seemed to have been done in the ruins, in the ruins of our town's hospital, where there was still a usable machine."

"……" Director Jing's hand paused for a moment, but then he resumed surgery.

"At that time, after I finished the surgery, just as I was being taken out, an aftershock occurred." The patient said: "The people carrying me lost their footing and all fell."

"And the ruins?"

"Buried……" the patient said: "Later I was sent to a tent where only the severely wounded could lie, I half‑consciously fell asleep. Then, when I woke up, I was already on a helicopter."

Buried……

Director Jing lowered his head, widened his eyes, and performed the surgery even more meticulously.

I heard that casualties among front‑line rescue personnel were severe, but I didn't expect it to reach this extent.

The front‑line soldiers risked their lives to perform an initial surgery; I have absolutely no excuse to brush off the surgery.

Director Jing cast aside all distractions, no longer thinking of that rainy night when a doctor persisted in surgery amidst the ruins despite aftershock risks.

No longer thinking of the soldiers who marched long distances, braved wind and rain, stepped into the night, and advanced fearless of sacrifice.

I must do my own work well,

Surely!

Must!

"Wipe sweat." Director Jing tilted his head and whispered.

A piece of sterile gauze wiped across his forehead; he then casually rubbed the corner of his eye and continued the surgery.

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All Operating Rooms in Rongcheng's hospitals stayed lit all night, and in every Shujian there were flickering silhouettes.

Without rest, barely any time for eating or drinking, patients brought down from the front line received professional treatment in the First Time.

As the main force advanced into the mountains, batches of lightly and severely wounded were sent down from the front line, and all hospitals in Rongcheng were overwhelmed.

In Huaxi Orthopedics Department ward, an elderly man who had just undergone double hip replacement was arguing with his family.

The old man, over eighty, had thinning silver‑white hair, his body was not in good shape, and ailments such as incomplete cardiopulmonary function constantly tormented him.

Originally, the Huaxi Orthopedics Department doctor had specially reserved a quiet ward for him, but after hearing and seeing the outside situation, the old man refused to stay there no matter what.

Usually at home, if any of his children dared to disturb his sleep, he would wake up to a torrent of foul scolding, and even hitting him with a cane was ordinary.

But in the chaotic hospital, he refused his children's persuasion, also refused the nurses' dissuasion, insisted on staying in a corridor cot, and gave up his Bed Position to those newly arrived from the front who had just undergone surgery.

The old man was so stubborn, he wouldn't listen to anyone, and he was sulky.

Finally, after consulting the doctor in charge of the Operating Table at Huaxi, the nurses moved the old man out of the ward and placed him in a corridor cot.

Faced with a massive influx of patients, Huaxi and the major hospitals of Rongcheng were already overwhelmed; the corridors were filled with extra beds, all occupied by former inpatients. The severely wounded sent down from the front stayed in the wards' standard beds, with volunteers acting as patient companions.

All problems need not be solved; they will naturally be resolved.

Many of the difficulties anticipated by the Medical Department simply did not occur.

No need to explain, nor is it necessary to explain; even if one wanted to explain, there's no one to ask. Usually people would quarrel over trivialities, but those who complained to the Medical Department grew quiet, each doing their part to help these homeless, severely wounded survivors.

Outside Huaxi Hospital, in the Dong Bei corner, there is a row of small eateries, among them a small fast‑food place.

Here the food is neither good quality nor cheap.

The Boss is a disabled person; he himself is the cook, his food is mediocre, and normally there is hardly any meat in his dishes.

At this moment, he was carrying a shoulder pole with food on one side and dishes on the other, walking from ward to ward.

The plates were piled high with food, free of charge, placed on the bedside tables in the wards. The aroma of the vegetables was overwhelming, the standard of a top‑class chef. The dishes were full of meat, showing none of the usual stinginess.

He persisted in providing three meals a day, covering the meals for just under a hundred patients in a ward.

When others came to deliver food, they ran into him head‑on, and they almost came to blows over it.

……

Such things were happening every day, every moment, everywhere.