Winter, spring. To be honest, at the transition between winter and spring, the climate of Chasu is not good in the northwest.

For example, in Su Province next door, after the first lunar month, the sky is filled with yellow sand. If the wind is stronger, it feels like the devil is coming. It is no exaggeration to say that you can't see your fingers in broad daylight.

Moreover, one year when Zhang Fan was in Su Province, a black storm that was said to have not been seen in thirty years occurred in a city in the corridor. The wind was so strong that not to mention the sand, even the smaller stones were like rolling all over the ground.

Same as eggs.

Then, the masks were sold out, and it was not enough to carry just one. You couldn’t even open your mouth, otherwise your mouth would be full of sand.

The tea content is different. When the dust is about to fly up in the sky south of Tianshan Mountain, the tea content has turned into spring rain and spring snow, slowly falling like oil.

In the wild, looking from a distance, you can vaguely see a little green fire and breath of life.

A few days ago, in the twelfth lunar month, the weather was still cold and people were shrinking. They were wearing down jackets as if they were newspapers stuck to their bodies, and the cold air was pouring into them.

But just after New Year's Eve, the weather seems to be obviously different. Wear thicker clothes, it will be extremely hot when you enter the room.

In the past, Zhang Fan really didn't have high standards for dressing, and he didn't rely on his appearance to earn a living, so he wasn't very concerned about it.

When he became obsessed with technology, he really understood the mentality of Mr. Ru Fujino back then.

But things are different after getting married. To use a rather hateful phrase, Shao Hua is now more concerned about dressing up Zhang Fan than dressing up herself.

Although my hair is taken care of regularly and my clothes are not luxuries, they can still be regarded as a small expense among the working class.

And having a wife who is afraid of you being cold really makes Zhang Fan happy. Before going to work in the morning, Shao Hua had ironed his clothes neatly, changing them with the weather.

Zhang Fan, who was wearing thermal underwear, looked at the condition of the child. Not only was his body feeling hot, but his heart was also feeling hot.

Looking at the child's chest, which is no bigger than a few bricks, you can imagine how small her heart must be.

An adult's heart still has room for twists and turns, but this villain's heart is really a one-shot deal. If it works, it will work, but if it doesn't, it won't work. The error tolerance rate is too low.

This not only depends on the skills of the surgeon, but also the assistants and other doctors on the surgical team are very demanding.

This also explains from one aspect why China’s military hospitals were so famous for their pediatric surgery in the past few decades.

Because their team has stricter discipline.

"Yuan Zhang, everything is ready in the operating room." The head nurse in the operating room called Zhang Fan immediately.

"Okay! Get ready to hand over the patient!" Zhang Fan hung up the phone and took a deep breath.

"Secretary Ren, prepare to send the child to the operating room."

"Okay!" Ren Li nodded solemnly. Then she said to the doctors in the internal medicine department: "The internal medicine team's preparations, cardiotonic drugs, and oxygen masks must be synchronized with the children.

Now it's up to us whether the child can enter the operating room safely.

Comrades, we must be a thousand times more cautious and absolutely cannot make any mistakes.

Because we have no chance, are you ready?"

"Okay!" The female voice was louder than the male voice. There are still relatively more female doctors in internal medicine.

Looking at the group of serious-looking doctors in front of her, Ren Li turned her head and looked at Zhang Fan.

"Zhang Yuan, give the order!"

Zhang Fan looked at the injection needles that had been drawn in the ambulance, at the several male doctors holding on to the movable emergency bed at the same time, and at the nurse standing side by side with the infusion pole held high.

Zhang Fan muttered silently in his heart, "Don't have any accidents!"

Sometimes, in desperate situations, people really become idealistic.

"European Hospital, we are ready to move and the patient can enter the operating room."

Zhang Fan took the phone and started calling Ouyang outside the emergency room.

"Okay!" Ouyang didn't ask specifically. She knew that if Zhang Fan and Ren Li couldn't do a good job in this regard, no one in the city hospital could do better.

There is no room for delay.

"The elevator group is in place." Ouyang started holding the walkie-talkie.

"Setting up on the first floor!"

"Setting up on the second floor!"

"Setting up on the third floor!"

"...the building is in place!"

The hospital has a special elevator for surgery, but today, in order to ensure nothing goes wrong, Ouyang directly controlled all the elevators and had dedicated personnel on standby on each floor.

It is really the Spring Festival, which is the breakfast on the first day of the Lunar New Year. It would be too difficult to meet at any other time!

"What's going on in the aisle?" Ouyang continued to ask after the elevator group finished.

"Report to the dean, there are no more idle people in the corridor."

"good!"

"Zhang Fan, start!"

After saying that, Zhang Fan in the rescue room said with a serious face, "Get ready!" and then looked at everyone when everything was ready.

"Start transferring!"

More than a dozen doctors and nurses were almost all in sync, and their steps were almost the same length.

The rescue bed, monitors, ventilators, infusion poles, and the medicines ready for rescue were moving quickly and steadily like a white cloud of smoke.

Since there was not enough manpower, Ouyang directly commanded the remaining police officers.

Just like wartime management, police officers were stationed in pairs at every intersection, every corner, and at every elevator door.

All the people who came to see the doctor were stunned.

"Oh my God, what are you doing?" A drunk and uncomfortable man looked at the dark crowd of policemen inside the hospital, as if facing a formidable enemy, and was so surprised that he was speechless.

Those who were quarreling stopped quarreling, and those who were tearing had also given up. They all looked at it with dumbfounded eyes as if they were watching a peep show.

"What kind of person is this? He gets such a high salary."

"Well, I guess it's the leader."

As a result, when the child came out, everyone was speechless.

The little man was lying on the big rescue bed, looking so weak and fragile.

I looked at children with intubations all over their bodies, and looked at children who were blue and purple in color.

The mother of the child and the father of the policeman were distressed, and they were all in pain. I really wanted to go up and hold the child, and I wanted to ask her if it hurt, and I wanted to see if she was crying.

However, doctors like a wall isolated them.

He rescued the bed and quickly entered the elevator.

When the door slowly closed, the child's mother held her mouth, tears streaming down her face, and cried bitterly without making any sound.

Thinking about yesterday, the child was still giggling. Now, looking at the child lying on the rescue bed, really, she can do anything for the child now, but she can't do anything.

The police saw the children, who were purple and blue, with obvious sadness on their faces as if something had hurt another.

Think about your colleagues and your own children. Looking at the child lying on the emergency bed, it feels as if it is your own child. It feels unspeakably uncomfortable.

The child's grandparents were trembling and speechless. The child, who was babbling and toddler, was fine yesterday, but who knew that everything would be gone in just one day.

In the elevator, "Oxygen saturation continues to drop!" the anesthesiologist kept reporting the data.

"Strengthen your heart!"

"Respiratory stimulant!"

They fought hard, really fought hard, and the physicians almost tried their best to keep the child's weak breathing and heartbeat alive.

Zhang Fan looked at the data, and his palms became sweaty. It was too dangerous, and the lines on the child monitor were so weak that they seemed to be straightening soon.

The surgeons looked at these data and did not even dare to swallow for fear of affecting the children.

People, life, really, sometimes, it hurts so much that it makes you want to die, but after the pain is relieved, you can immediately hold the meat and bones and get carried away.

However, sometimes, there is no pain or itching, and I can’t breathe, so I go to another world.

To be honest, not everyone enjoys the luck of going to another world without any pain or discomfort.

In death, the strong sense of suffocation and impending death is the most terrifying. When effective oxygen replacement cannot be carried out.

It's like countless steel and copper foils keep banging! Bang! Bang! Collision in your ears.

The nostrils are like the nose of a giant cow, open enough to put your thumb inside.

In front of my eyes, the golden and black colors kept changing, and my heart felt like it was about to pop out.

The strong sense of suffocation is like a hard-boiled and peeled egg stuffed into the respiratory tract. It sticks to the respiratory tract and cannot go up or down.

Moreover, when a person's consciousness is awake, it is particularly terrifying. Both hands can involuntarily scratch the muscles near the neck into holes.

Perhaps comrades who smoke have experienced this short-lived feeling. When you wake up in the morning and a mouthful of phlegm is stuck in your throat, if the suffocation feeling at that moment is magnified or prolonged, it will be a feeling of impending death.

As an eight-month-old child, I don’t know if she understands, but when the beads of sweat on her little face replaced the tears, you can imagine her pain.

The elevator kept rising for tens of seconds, just like centuries, which made parents, children, and even doctors feel quite uncomfortable.

Ding dong, the elevator door opens, and the head nurse of the operating room, led by the anesthetist and nurse, is already on standby at the door.

Because the operating room pays attention to strict sterility, you must wear hand wash clothes when entering the operating room, and surgical gowns when going to the operating table.

So, they took over from the physicians here.
To be continued...