Chapter 704: with translation of chapter title

693 Which great deity has come?

No, I have to go see.

Director Chen hadn't even gone downstairs yet, but he had already made up his mind.

Although it was already dark, although aftershocks continued, although he was already old, old to the point of not being able to do interventional surgery.

But he knew that although he couldn't do Shou Bing, he could still use his years of rich clinical experience to fill gaps and make up for deficiencies.

The hospital was too busy, so busy that all doctors were upstairs doing Shou Bing; post-op patients only got a glance from a doctor coming down to rest, or were handed over to an internal medicine doctor sent to help for care.

The volume of Shou Bing had reached such a point that they could hardly finish the nonstop Shou Bing.

At such a time, mistakes are most likely to happen.

No matter what you do, as long as you can do something, it's good.

The thin, withered figure moved faster and faster, as if the years of rheumatism and arthritis had vanished.

He seemed to have returned to his youth,

Even if he poured his hot blood onto this land,

So what?!

He went downstairs, got into his son's car, and Director Chen said: "Go to Pengxi Township Hospital."

"Dad, what are you trying to do?" Director Chen's son didn't understand.

He himself is nearly fifty, worn out from all the turmoil, his whole body exhausted; and his old father is over seventy—if something were to happen to him from all this turmoil, what could be done?

Although he looks hale, he basically has all the ailments typical of old age.

"Just go if I tell you to, quit all this nonsense!" Lao Chen had a bad temper, hadn't been sleeping well lately, and seeing countless wounded being sent to Rongcheng had agitated his emotions, making him even more irritable.

His son, helpless, could only start the car and rush to Pengxi Xiang in the night.

Along the way, Lao Chen kept thinking about the situation in Pengxi Xiang, wondering what had happened.

This had already exceeded the scope of medical common sense.

Or perhaps the mid-level Bone backbone of Huaxi Intervention Department had brought over most of its personnel to do emergency Shou Bing at this forward post in Pengxi Xiang... and Pengxi Township Hospital had undergone renovation this year... otherwise, it would be utterly impossible to send so many patients to the Provincial Hospital in less than a day.

Even if that were the case, it would still be absolutely impossible!

What Lao Chen feared most was that, in their busyness, they would become confused, misreport the casualties' conditions, and ultimately cause major mass casualties.

If those whom they had finally saved were to die because of these oversights, that would be a real shame.

Lao Chen knew his eyesight was failing, his legs were not nimble, his hand trembled, and he simply could not perform Shou Bing.

Then let's go have a look, contribute some effort, put in some heart; otherwise he wouldn't be able to sleep even at home.

The night was vast, and the traffic on the road to Pengxi Xiang was incessant.

There were ambulances, and various supporting military units and firefighters, arriving in Rongcheng, without any rest, they went straight to the front lines.

Although aftershocks continued, nothing could really hinder their progress.

Moreover, many private car and taxi drivers rushed to the front lines to see what they could do.

Lao Chen and his son had little to talk about; he wasn't a doctor, and many things said he wouldn't understand.

All the way in silence, the old chief was heavy-hearted.

There were many vehicles on the road, and even more people, far more crowded than usual.

But the order was still okay; although traffic was slow, they could still proceed all the way.

Arriving in Pengxi Xiang, at the township hospital, Lao Chen got out of the car and headed straight for the emergency department. His son wanted to get out to support him, but he shoved him away.

What a joke, to go leaning on him—do they expect the doctors here to mistake him for a patient or wounded?

I'm here to contribute, not to cause trouble.

But the situation at Pengxi Township Hospital surprised Lao Chen a little; order was still good, well organized, without the chaos he had imagined.

In his imagination, the hospital corridors should be piled with casualties, doctors and nurses with disheveled hair, constantly changing fluids, making rounds; outside the hospital, there should be incessant wailing, with vehicles jammed up to an impassable standstill.

But he saw that in the hospital courtyard, rows of temporary tents had been erected; the seriously wounded brought in from the front lines were sent straight into the hospital for rescue, while the lightly wounded were first placed in the tents, awaiting treatment.

Besides the tents, two neat rows of vehicle queues were lined up. One row, smaller in number, consisted of Emergency Rescue Service vehicles; the other, a long line, was mainly made up of volunteer taxis and private cars.

Lao Chen observed for a few minutes and noticed that the severely wounded were put onto Emergency Rescue Service vehicles, while the lightly wounded boarded the volunteers' vehicles.

The management here is not bad; in such a situation, being able to stay orderly really exceeds expectations.

He sent his son over to the volunteers' vehicle line; after all, it wouldn't do to make the trip for nothing, and bringing back a few lightly wounded would also be good.

As for himself, Lao Chen planned to observe here for a day.

He didn't go straight into the hospital, but followed the crowd to the reception and triage area for the wounded coming from the front lines.

Everyone was busy, and no one noticed that an extra old person had appeared.

Lao Chen quietly watched as each casualty was wrapped with a wristband bearing a number, and then a specialist took charge of entering the information into the computer.

At the same time, several doctors who clearly weren't local to Pengxi Xiang examined the casualties, writing down what tests were needed, and volunteers would then send the casualties to the appropriate departments.

As for the severely wounded, they were first rescued—given IVs, blood drawn, examined; those who could be treated were treated on the spot, while those who could not were lifted onto the waiting Emergency Rescue Service vehicles outside and sent to Rongcheng.

This place is really good; he approved of it wholeheartedly.

Lao Chen nodded, turned, and walked toward the Intervention Department.

A year ago, he had come here at the invitation of Director Jiang. Throughout the province, Lao Chen still held a fairly high academic standing.

He knew where the Intervention Department was, and didn't need volunteers to guide him.

Having found the Intervention Department, he first took a glance.

Compared to a year ago, there wasn't much change.

The only difference was that outside the Intervention Surgery Room, countless camp beds had been set up, with patients lying on them, and beside them stood simple IV stands.

Just these temporary extra beds, most of them were empty, with only about a dozen or so casualties lying on them.

The doors of the Operating Room were ajar; Lao Chen watched for a few minutes, and a flat cart was pushed out from inside.

On the vehicle lay a seriously injured person; at a glance it was clear they were a hemorrhagic shock patient. Director Chen judged that this was likely a post‑operative patient with a severe pelvic fracture and a large retroperitoneal hematoma.

On the injured person's chest there was a plastic bag, tightly tied, containing some paper.

Just like the patient Director Chen had seen at the Provincial Hospital, he could guess what was written on it—the time of visit, the vital signs at that moment, what treatment had been given, the injured person's blood type, and how much blood had been transfused, etc.

Busy but not chaotic, it left Director Chen feeling quite moved.

After the injured person was brought out, Director Chen quickly made way.

Seeing the old man, Director Jiang hurriedly rubbed his eyes, somewhat disbelieving. But after confirming it really was Director Chen, he quickly walked over and asked doubtfully, 'Director Chen? How did you come here?'

"Little Jiang, how many Shou Bing have you done here?"

"More than ten hours, forty‑five Shou Bing were done." Director Jiang's face was full of fatigue, but the numbers were still fresh in his memory.

After all, the number of severely injured patients with pelvic fractures couldn't be large, as many also had organ rupture.

Only a small fraction of such patients received emergency Shou Bing at the Pengxi Township Hospital by Huaxi doctors, but the number of Shou Bing was limited. Most did not stay in Pengxi Township; instead, after blood typing and hanging a blood bag, they were directly taken by an Emergency Rescue Service vehicle to Huaxi and the Provincial Hospital to undergo emergency Shou Bing.

"So many? Which exalted being has come to your place?"