The Treasure Hunt of an Antique Dealer

The first helicopter took off again, and there was a refrigerated box containing plasma in the cabin, plus a few large boxes of emergency medicine, medical equipment and consumables.

The second helicopter landed as soon as the companion flew away, unloading more than one ton of professional rescue equipment.

The two seriously injured people who had undergone initial rescue were fixed on a stretcher, and then were carried on the helicopter. Then they went up to the two middle-aged white women holding the little girl rescued from the rubble.

The two women are friends with each other, Americans. They had traveled to Baguio before and had no other companions, so they could leave with confidence.

As for the property...

Passports are all there, stuffed in the bag, as other things are still buried under the mountain-like ruins, God knows when they can be dug out: if they can be dug out, according to international practice, the follow-up processing department here will naturally send it back. To two people.

But even if it's gone, it's gone. It's fate, and everything else is nothing.

In fact, no passport is not a big problem. In this case, the "U.S. embassy that doesn't work well" can actually play a role. If this doesn't work out, the United States will have to change the president in advance.

The little girl woke up in the middle of the night. At first, she was frightened by missing her parents, but she forgot the moment when the disaster happened.

I don’t know if it is good or bad, because it is possible that the human brain has deliberately blocked the scary memory. At least this will be seen from the child’s reaction, just missing parents, and fear of strange environments and strangers.

The identity is also clear: some of the local hotel employees who survived by chance, ran home, and were lucky enough to have no dead at home, came back last night.

No one beat them up, it's not bad to think of coming back. There is a person who is responsible for the host guest registration and has an impression of this child: In the entire Hyatt Hotel, there is only one such Western child guest these days, from the United States.

As for the unrememberable name, the registration book is also in the ruins.

But this is not a problem. The U.S. Embassy in the Philippines has sent people to squat at Clark Air Force Base. Naturally, there is a way to understand the identity of the child from the flight registration and the immigration registration of the United States and the Philippines.

Not to mention that, according to common sense, those Americans whose relatives and friends are now in the Philippines but can't reach them will probably blow up the phone number of the U.S. Department of Foreign Affairs.

Two women, taking care of the children, and temporarily taking care of the two seriously wounded, let's go.

Before the plane took off, Zhu Yuanxiao took out a piece of chocolate from her pocket and handed it to the child who was tied to the woman with a safety rope. In non-standard English, he said, "Be obedient when flying by plane. Don't move!"

The child took the chocolate, but did not speak, and his eyes were a little hollow.

Zhu Yuanxiao sighed inwardly, waved to the child, and walked away.

It takes time for the unloading and loading personnel. The engine was turned off just now at this price, and it was started again.

Helicopters rose from the ground in the violent whirlwind. Zhu Yuanxiao glanced at a tent not far away, and said in his heart: "Poor child."

The bodies of the child's great parents were dug up last night, and they are now in the tent that no one wants to get close to.

Send the wounded first, as for the corpse...

Besides, I haven't had the time to deal with it yet, that is, I told the pilot that when I come next time, I will send some body bags that Clark Air Force Base should be able to get.

...

The first plane soon arrived at the training camp. The pilot turned off the engine. A man wearing a blood-stained surgical apron ran to the cockpit with a lot of blood in his eyeballs and shouted to the pilot: " I am a military doctor, there are six in total!

For two brain injuries, I just did the treatment to reduce the intracranial pressure. For the three chest and abdomen injuries, one of them should be sent to a sterile operating room for another thoraco-abdominal operation immediately, and the other two should be treated and transfused again.

There is only half of a leg left, nursing, and changing the dressing on time, you can’t die.

This is a general description, let the Clark guys don't make a mistake! "

The older pilot's throat was not small, and he said loudly: "Don't worry, you must tell!

What else do you want?"

"I have already called Clark to inform the base. The next time you come over, you will probably have to pull me over. It's better to have another okay surgeon. If this goes on, I will have to give myself stimulants.

Okay, that's it, I have two unlucky ones to deal with. "

After that, Dr. Phelps gave the pilot a casual American salute, before he waited for the other party to return the salute, he ran back.

He was right. Since yesterday evening, he hasn't caught his breath. I changed two surgical aprons, and I almost forgot how many wounded I had dealt with.

He was about to become a superman, and this state seemed to continue: except for the dead, all the living people that could be dug up in the village were rescued at dawn today.

but!

Wounded people came from Baguio city one after another. Phelps felt that he had to keep going. It was unlikely that he would have time to rest before dark today.

And he felt that he should be able to hold on for two or three hours at most, and then...

Either use military stimulants, or go to rest and sleep~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Otherwise, I dare not continue to operate on the wounded: if the emergency doctor can't handle it, it will kill you!

Surgery is not a card game, standing and concentrating for more than fourteen or five hours is already half a superman.

The second helicopter could only transport two wounded people, not only because the severely wounded people found before would be basically in the camp, but also because of the space.

But this one is different. The camp has tools, standard U.S. military stretchers, and simple special equipment.

The helicopter was originally equipped with canvas seats that could be quickly disassembled. A few guys and the co-pilot basically dismantled the seats, only the two in the middle.

In this way, the space on both sides of Bell 205 is vacated, and then you can sleep hard like a train, with three stretchers hung on each side.

A contractor with a little medical experience as a medical soldier also boarded the helicopter, plus six seriously wounded men fixed on a stretcher with their heads facing the tail of the aircraft.

After it’s windy, I don’t care about it. They put on an oxygen mask. I guess they won’t die. I will send them out.

Emergency rescue, that's it.

According to the estimates of Phelps and the medical soldiers, if they hadn’t been there, it would have been lying in the flying plane. The six wounded men would have died. Even the guy who had already done the amputation handbook should have died from studying abroad. NS.

It is luck to be able to regain your life.

With the blood plasma and the newly delivered saline, there is finally no need to organize the uninjured villagers to donate blood. As for the contractors: as long as the villagers don’t donate a circle of blood, it is impossible for them to donate blood.

They are rescuers, and they have to maintain their best physical strength instead of donating blood at every turn: nowadays, people with professional skills are harder to find than ordinary people.

Smoke rises from the diesel stove in the kitchen of the camp, and the chefs finally have time to cook.