Chapter 755: with translation of chapter title

Professor Huang took the call, and at first he didn't pay attention. When the Head Nurse of the Operating Room reminded him that this was Doctor Zheng's opinion, he immediately perked up.

One matter was reported up the chain, and no one neglected it.

Hyperbaric oxygen chambers are scarce resources in themselves, unlike dialysis machines, which can be allocated nationwide.

Such a matter would give even the Frontline General Command Headquarters a headache.

At 3:55 a. m., the Frontline General Command Headquarters received a phone call; the staff officer recorded it and passed the information to the medical professionals in charge.

Director Kong's eyes were bloodshot; as he examined the data, pondering solutions, he received the latest information.

Thousands of nephrologists had arrived from across the country, and countless machines had been transported in; they needed to be arranged properly, trying not to waste resources, which already gave the Forward Command's staff officers and the relevant doctors a headache.

Director Kong's gaze was somewhat dazed; looking at the information the staff officer brought over, he froze.

"Hyperbaric oxygen chamber?" Director Kong pondered.

"It seems there aren't that many head trauma patients, right? What do they need the hyperbaric oxygen chamber for?" asked another duty senior official from the military medical university.

Since arriving at the front, Director Kong has been busy in the Frontline General Command Headquarters.

The incoming information was countless; concerning medical matters, it had to be handled by professionals who judged priority and then allocated resources.

At first, Director Kong was on the verge of breaking down.

On the front line there were countless isolated spots; main forces couldn't get in temporarily, only light small teams could enter, but because they carried insufficient medical supplies, everywhere were cries for help.

Even if strategic reserves were used, if they couldn't be transported in, it would be all for nothing.

Among the countless pieces of information, Director Kong discovered a situation report from Nanchuan Town.

Requiring intervention supplies… Director Kong felt especially helpless about such a request. No need to guess; seeing this request, one knows who is in Nanchuan Town.

How did this kid manage to follow up? He isn't an active-duty soldier.

But this is just a detail; Director Kong also doesn't want to delve into it.

Another piece of information caught Director Kong's attention—a need for many dialysis machines and nephrologists.

After discussion with relevant doctors, they believed the disaster area might have many crush injury patients; crush syndrome leading to acute renal failure would cause a sudden increase in casualties. If not prepared early, they would soon be helpless, possibly leading to many deaths.

This reminder was very timely.

Thus, Zheng Ren's most worrying matter quickly gained approval from the Forward Command, and they began to allocate relevant doctors nationwide.

That kid… Director Kong looked at the marked location of Nanchuan Town on the map, also feeling helpless.

After several days of busyness, Director Kong almost forgot Zheng Ren. Massive information needed professional opinions, but few people could enter the Forward Command to provide such opinions.

Director Kong's workload is not smaller than that of doctors performing surgery on the front line.

"Little Wu, ask the Provincial Hospital who raised the opinion." Director Kong, looking at a report that many amputated casualties needed hyperbaric oxygen chambers, felt helpless. But an image immediately appeared in his mind, and he greeted the duty staff officer.

"Okay!" Staff Officer Wu responded, and immediately made phone contact.

Soon he said: "Director Kong, it was Doctor Zheng Ren, the first batch of support from your hospital, who raised the suggestion."

Indeed it was him.

Director Kong gave a wry smile; this really is a tough problem.

"Hyperbaric oxygen chambers indeed help wound recovery for amputated casualties, and the effect is significant. But resources are few, and the number of casualties needing them is too great; the machines definitely can't keep up." Beside him was an old professor from the military medical university, who adjusted his glasses and said.

"We can only prioritize letting some postoperative amputated casualties withdraw first to hospitals in Hunan, Hubei, Shaanxi, etc., for treatment." Director Kong, seeing he had no objection, began to delve into researching the plan.

This involves a large-scale personnel allocation; it can't be solved by a single order.

Casualties are graded by condition; we effectively use the hyperbaric oxygen chambers in Rongcheng and surrounding counties, then gradually transport the relevant casualties out of the province in tiers.

As for how the whole process should be optimized, professionals provide professional methods.

The plan is massive; after Director Kong proposed his opinion, staff officers began to join in, designing the most reasonable route according to the various data in the reports.

Zheng Ren, he really can cause trouble, but as a frontline combatant, his suggestions are the most practical and reasonable; Director Kong thought to himself.

Being young is good, full of vitality. But I believe this guy is also exhausted; I don't know how long it's been since he last had a good sleep.

Director Kong looked at the table on the computer; the doctors for support and rotation would soon be in place, at which point the first batch of doctors who entered Sichuan could return to their original units to rest.

Not only doctors, but the first batch of troops and firefighting personnel also urgently need rest and reorganization.

This is a grueling battle; these officers, doctors, and volunteers, with their flesh and blood, forged a steel Great Wall, blocking the spread of natural disaster and minimizing losses as much as possible.

At the same time, they suffered casualties and exhausted their energy; if they continued to hold the front line, casualty numbers would double.

One night passed just like that; as aftershock intervals gradually lengthened, various units advanced to the front line, large machinery cleared the roads, and everything became orderly.

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

Countless casualties were transported down; search and rescue work, as well as follow-up work, continued without cease.

Only after dawn did Director Kong set a time on his phone, then dazedly found a spot to fall into a deep sleep.

Today is the seventh day since the earthquake occurred.

In the afternoon, the nation observed three minutes of silence. Director Kong remembered, he had set a time, fearing he would miss this moment of mourning.

……

At 14:00, Director Kong was awakened by the alarm.

He wore a black outfit, stood solemnly in the Forward Command, head slightly bowed, mourning in deep sorrow.

At this moment.

Across the country, countless squares were filled with people.

No one spoke, there were no sobs; everyone remained silent, quietly bowing their heads to mourn the departed compatriots.

Only time,

Like the sound of a siren blaring,

Like a river that rushes on incessantly,

Surging forward, rushing away, it lets out a tremendous roar in everyone's heart, long refusing to dissipate.

Years later, in people's hearts, they still hear that year's surging sound,

Like grief.

……

When a certain search engine company, following convention, organized and analyzed its search engine traffic data, a curve never seen before appeared before them.

A huge trough appeared in the statistics without any warning.

A great nation, bowing her head in immense grief; and when she wiped away her tears, she lifted her head even higher. (Note 1)

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Note 1: At that time, Google engineer Fang Kun described that famous curve.