dark crossing

The Marine Corps has a lot of experience in rushing to the rescue, and the team accompanying them into the forest is equipped with military doctors, and there are several professional ambulances waiting at the entrance of the forest.

Mu Mingsheng and Li Shichuan lost their vital signs almost at the same time, Shen Ting gave the stretcher to Liang Shuo who was closer to the detonation point than him, and got into the car with Chu Huainan's support.As the only remaining tainted witness at the scene, if Liang Shuo died, they would be in trouble.

Chu Huainan's handsome face was hit several times, the corners of his mouth were torn, and there was still a bruise on his cheekbones. His clothes were so dirty that he had stayed in a cold kiln for 18 years and hadn't bathed. A capitalist who was always well-dressed was rarely embarrassed.

Escaping from the dead, the mission was considered complete. Shen Ting briefly reported the situation to Yan Qiming, who was far away in Beijing, and turned his head to see Chu Huainan looking at him worriedly. On his cheek, he said with a smile: "This position is well chosen. The reddish purple matches your skin, making it look particularly delicate."

The male vixen frowned slightly, "Your complexion is not very good."

Shen Ting hung up the phone, leaned against the back of the chair and bared his teeth slightly: "You can try blowing up one, who can be proud of being blown up?"

Chu Huainan was still worried, and turned to the doctor who was examining Liang Shuo and said, "Can you take a look at him first?"

Even though Liang Shuo was wearing an explosion-proof suit, he was three or four meters closer to the center of the explosion than Shen Ting, so he was seriously injured. Both legs and left arm showed signs of fracture, and two ribs were broken.

The doctor was fixing him with a fixation board, and upon hearing this, he leaned over and asked, "Is there anything wrong with you?"

Under the gaze of the capitalist, Shen Ting said honestly, "I'm a little dazzled."

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief: "Maybe it's a concussion, what else? Is there any other discomfort?"

Shen Ting was a little dizzy and nauseated, but before he could say anything, the wheel suddenly tripped over a fork, and the whole body jolted violently.

His chest was tightened by the seat belt, and the sweet blood flowed into his throat accompanied by the pain of a knife. Immediately, even the hand holding the car wall softened, Shen Ting leaned over with cold sweat on his face, trembling The blue and white lips spat blood all over the ground with a "wow".

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Chu Qiubai, the "first surgeon" in Jianghu City, has been so busy recently that he is in danger of having a stroke at any time.Not only does he have to deal with four or five elective surgeries every day, but he also always meets "acquaintances" who come to him to forcefully get together to join in the fun.

A few days ago, his cousin's neighbor was rushed to his yard because of an accidental fall.

When the person came, it was late at night, and there was only one young attending doctor and two rotating interns left in the emergency department.

The patient landed on his head when he fell from the building, and suffered severe head trauma, accompanied by skull fracture and brain contusion.

It was a garbage truck that sent the patient to the hospital, but there were two professional medical staff on board, who paid close attention to the patient's disturbance of consciousness along the way.

There were two people who fell from the building at the same time.According to the accompanying medical staff, the more seriously injured one woke up once on the way, but after confirming that the less injured companion was not life-threatening, he fell into a coma again.

Generally speaking, the coma immediately after falling from a building is caused by primary brain injury, while the second coma after waking up is mostly caused by intracranial hematoma.

Before arriving at the hospital, the patient had unconsciously vomited many times. According to the observation of the medical staff on board, one side of the pupil had obvious progressive dilation, and the light response disappeared.

The attending doctor immediately judged that the patient had the possibility of brain herniation, and after quickly infusing 2% ​​mannitol, he anxiously called Chu Qiubai, the director of the Department of Surgery.

Although the patient was transported by a garbage truck, the medical equipment on board was very complete.In addition to the medical kits, surgical kits and endotracheal intubation kits necessary to deal with the characteristics of falling injuries, there are even professional stretchers.

The quality of the on-board medical staff is also extremely high. An intravenous channel has been established for the patient in the car, and blood bags that completely match the patient's blood type are even prepared in advance. On arrival at the hospital, vital signs were still present for a significant cause.

When he received the call from the attending doctor, Chu Qiubai was "eating supper", blushing and had just taken off half of his clothes, but was shocked by the sudden ringing of "Namo Amitabha", and pressed his finger on the collar button In the above, it is neither incomprehensible nor incomprehensible.

The man leaning on the bed and crossing his arms looked at him and couldn't help laughing: "Pick it up, the ringtone of your mobile phone really purifies the soul, making people dare not have any evil thoughts."

Chu Qiubai answered the phone with his lover's meaningful eyes holding back his anger. When he heard that someone had fallen from a building, he frowned and asked, "Which floor did you jump from?"

"It seems to be the tenth floor."

Chu Qiubai grabbed his collar and said "oh", and said expressionlessly: "Then what are you calling me for? Just take an ECG, write a case and it's over."

Surgeons often have a set of unwritten "standardized" rescue procedures when they receive patients who have fallen from a building.First ask which floor the patient jumped from. If it is below the 8th floor, rescue it immediately. If it is above the 8th floor, it is basically a formality.

When Chu Qiubai was leading the students, he even made up a set of fallacies about "ups and downs".

"Most people who jump down from the seventh floor still have a little hope. If they meet a reliable doctor and are lucky, they will have the opportunity to come up and start a new life. If they jump down from the eighth floor or above, they can only go down completely. See you in the next life." .”

The young attending doctor was giving preliminary medical orders, and the rotating interns were asking the patient's name in a panic.

Compared with the on-duty doctors who were in turmoil, the medical staff who escorted the patients seemed much calmer, and said professionally: "Lin Youband has been intubated on the way, with type O blood, and it is preliminarily determined that the head injury is accompanied by brain herniation. Lu Xinghe, whose blood type is A, is less seriously injured. The cause of the coma is still uncertain, but the patient's breathing and heartbeat are normal. It is recommended to have a brain CT scan immediately."

The panic at the scene can be imagined, Chu Qiubai on the other end of the phone frowned at the two familiar names, and the cold voice stunned the busy little attending.

"What did he say the patient's name was?"

Little attending: "There are bandits in the forest."

Chu Qiubai didn't even have time to change his clothes, so he turned around and walked out the door: "How is the patient's condition now?"

The little attendant let out an "ah" because of his 180-degree turn.

"Ah what? Immediately notify Zhou Genhai of the neurosurgery department and ask him to rush to the scene to prepare for the craniotomy!"

"Director Zhou doesn't seem to be here." The little attendant said bitterly and bitterly: "He went to Beijing for an exchange and study, and he won't be back until next week. Did you forget?"

Chu Qiubai couldn't help cursing, thought for a while and said, "Then let's get ready for the operating room first, I guess the chest and the brain have to be done together!"

Those who have worked in surgery for more than five years are relatively indifferent to the life and death of others.Chu Qiubai used to have the drive to rob Yan Luowang every day, but now, he would rather sleep more at home so that he can live for a few more years.

But being indifferent to the life and death of others and being indifferent to the life and death of friends are two different things.

He kicked off his slippers and stepped into his shoes, hung up the phone and rushed out the door in a hurry. A faint voice sounded behind him, jokingly teasing: "What? You have to rush back to be a living Bodhisattva in the middle of the night? Are all your doctors gods, no?" Need sex?"

Damn, forgot to have this ancestor at home!But the situation was urgent, Chu Qiubai didn't care about answering him, so he frowned and called Chu Huainan.

Chu Huainan was obviously asleep, and he answered the phone in a very low voice, as if afraid of waking someone up: "Is there something wrong?"

Chu Qiubai asked anxiously: "Are you familiar with Xu Jin, who is outside the brain of the Third Hospital?"

When Chu Zhentang died, Mrs. Chu had a ruptured arterial hemangioma due to emotional agitation. At that time, Xu Jin, who was known as "Ghost Seeing Sorrow", rescued her from the gate of hell.

Xu Jin's medical skills are obvious to all, but his temper is very weird. Even if he meets the family members of the leaders of the market, he will not accept him when he is upset.Of course, no one dared to force him to treat patients. After all, a scalpel is also a knife, and it is a life-saving celestial weapon and a murder weapon.

In the middle of the night, although Chu Qiubai also had Xu Jin's contact information, he was afraid that the other party would not buy it, so he had to ask for help from Chu Huainan, who was given some face by all the gods: "Something happened to a bandit, and he was seriously injured! I need him to help open my head."

The voice on the other end of the phone was a little louder: "Now? To your courtyard?"

Chu Qiubai said "Hmm" with his forehead full of lawsuits, and hurriedly looked for the car keys, but someone grabbed his wrist and took them out.

"I'll drive you."

The hospital was not far from where he lived, and the man who had laughed at him just now for "rushing to be a Bodhisattva" sped away at full speed, performing a show of speed and passion on the streets of Shanghai late at night.

When Chu Qiubai changed his clothes and entered the operating room, Xu Jin was already there, and the two of them had no time to greet each other, so they buried their heads in the expected bitter battle.

Their luck was very good, the two operations performed at the same time went smoothly. After eleven hours, Chu Qiubai was the first to close his abdomen, his face was pale and sweaty, and he finished his part.Xu Jin came out of the operating room the next afternoon, and rushed to Chu Huainan who was waiting in the corridor with a pale face, and said, "Don't worry, the operation was quite successful."

Although Lin Youbandi's injuries were serious, but fortunately there were two surgical gods who escorted him in time, and his life was saved at least.

Lu Xinghe was not seriously injured, and his coma was probably related to shock.After personally confirming that he was fine, Chu Qiubai, who suffered from severe sleep deprivation, also followed in the corridor waiting for the results. After hearing Xu Jin say that the operation was successful, he was slightly relieved, and then asked: "What about the recovery?" ?”

Xu Jin said with two obvious dark circles under his eyes: "The chances of waking up are very high, and the situation is relatively optimistic."

"Thank you, Director Xu." Chu Huainan, who had been waiting outside the operating room for more than ten hours, thanked him sincerely.But he didn't expect that such a thrilling operation to get someone out of hell would be repeated in a short while, and the object of the operation was Chu Huainan's own wife.

When Shen Ting was sent to the hospital, he couldn't feel his pulse.

After the infantry tank drove out of the forest at full speed, he was immediately transferred to a better-equipped ambulance.

The capitalist, who has always called the wind and rain, hugged him, his whole body was numb, and the cold panic was like an iceberg, which made all this feel absurdly unreal.

"Shen Ting, Shen Ting! Can you hear me?" Along the way, he kept patting the cheek of the man in his arms, watching anxiously as the medical staff stimulated Shen Ting's sternum back and forth with their fists.

"No, there is still no heartbeat!"

"Keep pressing! It should be hemorrhagic shock caused by the rupture of abdominal organs! Blood transfusion is required immediately!"

Chu Huainan grabbed a little nurse who was observing the reaction of pupils, "He has type AB blood! Where's the blood bag? What are you doing in a daze! Where's the blood bag?"

He wished he could take the needle and draw his own and give it to him immediately!

There was also a damn traffic jam outside. Fortunately, the quality of the citizens was very good, and many vehicles consciously moved to one side to avoid the ambulance.

When the ambulance arrived, Chu Qiubai was already waiting at the door in person, Shen Ting recovered his weak heartbeat midway, Chu Huainan came down with a white face, his hostility was more like a ghost than King Yama.

"Qiubai, save him."

Chu Qiubai suspected that the second half of his sentence was: If you can't save him, you won't be able to survive.

Fortunately, Chu Qiubai's life is big enough, and he doesn't need to be buried with him every now and then like the imperial doctor who couldn't save the emperor's heart and soul in TV dramas.

After staying in the operating room for more than ten hours, he finally called his cousin's other half soul back from the Temple of Yama.

The operation was safe and sound, and the electrocardiogram was drawn into a straight line several times in the middle, and the sudden sound of the alarm made Chu Qiubai also have an arrhythmia.

Yizhu was so nervous that his palms slipped, and when he put on the hemostat, he missed it for a moment, and blood spurted out and sprayed him all over the face.

Director Chu, who is recognized by the industry as a rare good-tempered surgeon, wished to kill him to sacrifice to heaven, and opened his mouth to scold: "You think I transfuse blood too quickly, don't you!"

Kazusuke was yelled at until the top of his head smoked, but he stabilized his hand all of a sudden, firmly grasping the bleeding point.

The little nurse came over to wipe Chu Qiubai's sweat. No matter how many times he saw it, his operation was as perfect as a textbook demonstration.From vascular tissue dissection to suturing, he seems to have a precise locator and probe in his hands, and he did not injure blood vessels during the entire operation and cause any unnecessary other bleeding.

But everyone present was terrified by Shen Ting's own blood loss.His bleeding exceeded [-] milliliters, equivalent to at least three blood changes.

After Chu Qiubai finished the stapler, he suddenly started to feel nauseous, his legs were so weak that he couldn't stand up, he knew he was a little dizzy.But if he passed out at this time, Chu Huainan would probably make him never have to wake up again.

Chu Qiubai pursed his lips, turned his head and said to the little nurse beside him, "Bring me a chair."

He bit the tip of his tongue and forcibly lifted his spirits. He held the needle forceps in cold sweat and completed the suture. After washing the abdominal cavity and confirming that there were no new bleeding points, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.But the chief knife's hands holding the pliers had already started to tremble, and there were double images in the eyes of the needlepoint.

Chu Qiubai leaned against the back of the chair and said to Yizhu who was also sweating, "Shut up, you come."

The final stitching was done by Kazusuke under his supervision.Probably because he had been scolded before, so he sewed very carefully. Chu Qiubai carefully inspected the tightly stitched affected area, and he dared to assure Chu Huainan that he did his best and desperately for this operation.

Shen Ting had a very long dream.

In the dream, he was a little boy whose height was only as high as his father's waist, Shen Zhi walked in front with his head buried, while he chased after him.

"Stop chasing, kid." The silent figure finally stopped, knelt down and looked at him lovingly: "It will be very hard if you keep chasing other people's footsteps."

Shen Ting looked bewildered: "Then how should I move on?"

The road ahead is boundless, and there is still a river in front of him. Under the surging undercurrent, the depth of the water is unpredictable.

Shen Zhi said: "No parent would want their child to be in danger. You don't have to go the same way as me. Be obedient and turn around."

Shen Ting stood stubbornly at the same spot, with red eyes: "But what if that is also my dream?"

Shen Zhi looked at him with pity: "It's too heavy to regard pursuing the truth and maintaining justice as a dream. Besides, in this world, there are many bureaus like this dark river full of whirlpools everywhere. The water is too deep. You, I'm afraid it's hard to get through."

Shen Ting couldn't refute, but the footsteps approaching the river bank refused to retreat at all.

Shen Zhi persuaded again: "Go back."

Hearing that, Shen was speechless, and an inexplicable pain surged in his chest.He knew that what his father said might not be wrong, but it was not what he wanted to pursue.

The sense of powerlessness torn between ideal and reality made him stop.

Everything is silent, and the surroundings are so quiet that there is no life, as if even the heartbeat has stopped.The air suddenly became cold, and the bloody wind pierced into his lungs pungently, and he was choked so hard to breathe.

Shen Zhi's face was gradually blurred, but the momentum to leave was obvious.

"Wait a minute!" Shen Ting hurriedly raised his foot to chase after him, but his father resolutely stopped him: "Little Ting, don't come here! See clearly, this is not the way you should go! The water is difficult to get through, and it's okay to be a fool." Very good, it doesn’t have to be sober all the time, always persistent.”

Shen Ting stopped in his tracks again, and just when he was in a dilemma and unable to argue, a clear voice sounded behind him: "The water is deep and difficult to get through? If the water is a foot deep, I will fill it in. If the water is deep, I will pump it out. .”

Shen Ting turned his head suddenly, and Chu Huainan was standing behind him, with a pair of peach blossom eyes and a smile, he did not know how long he had followed all the way.

Soft white light shrouded his face, and the light and shadow intersected. The straight bridge of the nose was like a steep mountain wall, making the lines of his lips soft and plump.

He said: "What about the dark river, so what if it's difficult to cross? It's still like walking on the ground after filling it up. I am willing to fill it in, because the people I like don't like swimming in this stinky pond."

This person really has two lips that are very suitable for kissing, Shen Ting thought in a daze.

The capitalist raised his chin slightly, and the tight jaw formed a sharp and clean beautiful line. He opened his arms and refused to refuse: "Come here, come to me."

Shen Ting was still hesitating, but he had already walked over by himself, two arms wrapped around him firmly like iron rings, the warm and familiar embrace made a warm current full of strength flow slowly through the painful chest.

Chu Huainan's lips gently pressed a feather-like kiss on his forehead: "Hey, come home with me."

His heart was trembling, pounding between his ribs.

"The patient's heartbeat has recovered!" A rapid and indistinct voice came from afar.

who?Who is speaking?

"Listen Shen! Listen Shen! Can you hear me? Can you hear me?"

Chu Huainan?

"Don't sleep! It's almost here! Please don't sleep!"

The warm liquid fell on the bloodless cheeks, and the teardrops continued to slide down with the bumps of the vehicle. The string of tears seemed like two people were crying together.

Shen Ting's heart trembled suddenly, and he realized that those were Chu Huainan's tears.

Although he didn't know why, he just knew and was determined.

don't cry!His throat was rolling, like a brick was blocked in his throat, he could only repeat it in his heart.

"Report your blood pressure!"

"Press fifty up and thirty down!"

"Blood pressure is too low! It can't go on like this! Long-term insufficient blood supply will cause irreversible brain damage!"

"Shen Ting!" Chu Huainan called him in a hoarse voice, his trembling voice was like a saw, and Shen Ting's heart ached like it had been sawed in two: "Please don't sleep! Hold on! We're almost there! You can't ..." The capitalist pressed his wet cheeks up, and kissed his forehead drenched in cold sweat with trembling lips, "You can't leave me..."

Compassion does not command soldiers, love does not stand up.It is said that Chu Huainan from the far south is cruel and unreasonable. After knowing each other for so long, Shen Ting has never seen his tears.

In his impression, although this capitalist whose parents died early had a beautiful face, he was as tough as a man of steel in his bones.

But now, he was crying.

He was crying, I made him cry...

The thought of self-blame made my mind like a explosive barrel that exploded suddenly, with a "boom", colorful orange flames flashed even in my closed eyes, my heart was as hot as if it had been poured with hot water, Shen Ting struggled I want to wake up, I want him not to cry, I want to wipe his tears.

But his throat seemed to be locked, and he couldn't speak a word, and he couldn't even lift his fingers.

"The patient's blood pressure suddenly soared!"

"Continue to give oxygen!"

"Report a heartbeat!"

"one hundred!"

"Fuck!" The doctor tugged at Chu Huainan: "What did you tell him just now? Keep talking! Say it a few more times!"

The front row kept changing lanes, and the driver who was forced to accelerate raised his voice: "There is a traffic jam in front, and there are more brakes! Everyone pay attention to fix it! Avoid secondary injuries."

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