Countdown, the days are like years. It is a psychological portrayal of many people at a disaster scene waiting for an ambulance to arrive.
It is impossible to stop the treatment of injured people on the scene without waiting for the ambulance to arrive.
Let alone waiting for the ambulance, some injured people did not even have time to wait for the sunrise.
At four or five o'clock in the morning, before the sun appeared in the mountains, Dr. Xie Wanying and her colleagues were at the temporary rescue site where an injured patient suddenly suffered from respiratory and heart failure.
There were no breathing bags at the scene, so the doctors could only perform the simplest manual cardiopulmonary resuscitation on the injured.
During the rescue, the biggest weapon used by front-line clinicians to fight against death is medicine. To reiterate what I said before, other strategies such as surgery are inferior to medicine, and only medicine can exert the best positive effect.
To be precise, intravenous administration is the fastest way to reach the therapeutic target. Doctors Xie Wanying and others came here for a free clinic to provide daily medical treatment to the villagers. They were not here to carry out disaster rescue. They could not bring any rescue medicine.
This may be the reason why Dr. Gu Hongnian rushed back desperately to get some medical supplies from the village clinic that did not collapse at that time. Unfortunately, when the tragic disaster struck, he had no intention of giving the living creatures a way out.
Dr. Gu Hongnian fell into the outstretched hand of death when he failed to get the medicine.
Except for the doctor who was performing cardiopulmonary resuscitation on the patient, the other doctors lowered their heads and used the weak flashlight light to re-examine the medicines they could collect one by one, hoping to find one among them for rescuing the injured. Medications used.
The surviving villagers stood on the outside and watched. They could quickly read the doctor's lips and expressions, and they all looked panicked.
Is there no medicine at all?
I have said that although there is no doctor in the clinic in the village next door, the clinic in the village still exists. That clinic survived half of the disaster here. This is the only manual blood pressure monitor doctors have in their hands today.
The village next door sent all the remaining medical supplies they could find to the temporary rescue site where Dr. Xie and the others were.
No, there was a quarrel at the scene: we need medicine. This medicine comes from our village, not yours. People in your village can find the medicine themselves. One of our own is going to die and needs medicine. If there is any surplus, it will be given to you. If we don’t have any at home, how can we give it to you?
Can you say that human nature is selfish at this moment?
There is a high probability that no one can give the most fair answer.
The source of competition for supplies in disasters is here. Everyone wants to live and no one wants their family members to die.
During the quarrel, some villagers collapsed on the ground and burst into tears.
Every time there is a dispute, it is a moment when everyone is under tremendous pressure and about to explode.
Village cadres understand, and they are persuading everyone one by one: Let the doctor make the decision. We are not professionals and do not understand. We should trust the doctor.
It’s a pity that the villagers did not suffer the slightest blow this time.
First of all, the earthquake struck so fast that no one notified in advance to prevent it. In addition, the impact range was large, and the number of casualties exceeded the psychological limit of all local people for earthquake disasters.
Everyone has a lot of resentment in their hearts, and everyone wants to attack someone. After all, it is impossible to attack God.
Some agitated villagers surrounded the village cadres: If you say this won’t work, that won’t work, what should we do? Let us die, right?
