dkrc Chapter 735 Ischemic Crisis!
Chapter 735 Ischemic Crisis!
In the evening, Song He sat at his desk and ate ramen while a news video was playing on the computer in front of him.
Sand and dust billowed on the streets, and sheets used to hide from snipers were hung between the narrow buildings. Thick smoke rose into the sky in the distance, and dull explosions could be heard from time to time.
The bearded black reporter wearing a steel helmet hunched his shoulders, tightened his body armor, and held a microphone in his hand.
"I am Usha, Al Jazeera's reporter in Elijah. My location is the First Avenue in Elijah. Two hours ago, a shell fell in the middle of the street, injuring seven people!"
"This is the center of the city. Now we are going to Elijah Mission Hospital. The other three hospitals in the city can no longer be contacted. Except for some small clinics that can bandage trauma, the Mission Hospital is the only hospital left in the city. !”
"Yesterday, NATO warships launched air strikes on positions outside the city, but several missiles fell into densely populated slums. More than 300 wounded were brought in during the night, and more than a dozen pregnant women were injured and had miscarriages. This has been the case since the war began. This is the second time, and the person in charge of NATO has not responded yet. We don’t know whether the missile malfunctioned or was deflected or for some other reason."
The camera moved shakyly, as if it was a handheld camera with poor anti-shake performance. As Usha spoke, he quickly walked through the muddy streets and rushed into the hospital.
There was a sea of people in front of the hospital building. Refugees with dark skin gathered in the hospital to take refuge. Many of them were sobbing.
An old ambulance happened to rush in. As soon as the door opened, the doctors and nurses quickly carried the stretcher down. Four children were blown to pieces. Their bodies were covered with dust, their scalps were torn like plastic bags, and their necks were bleeding.
The burly black driver jumped out of the car and directed, "If the first two stretchers are dead, send them directly to the morgue! Send the last two to the operating room!"
After saying that, the driver looked at the refugees around him and said, "Here are some people who have never donated blood. They want type O blood!"
Suddenly, several refugees came out of the queue and hurried into the building following the doctor.
The camera recorded the whole process. Reporter Usha stood in front of the ambulance and pointed to the broken window glass.
"This piece of glass was shattered by a bullet when I picked up a pregnant woman early this morning. It's not like a sniper's bullet, it's like a stray bullet fired from outside the city. Some heavy machine guns will shoot into the city when they are overshooting. There is one The nurse was hit in the arm."
"This is the last intact ambulance. The ambulance can at least not be attacked by snipers and can pick up patients on the edge of the city. If this vehicle breaks down again, we can only use ordinary small trucks, and snipers will shoot indiscriminately. Truck drivers and tires!”
"Even if a red cross is painted on the roof of the car, it won't work because the militants claimed that some city defenders were using fake medical vehicles to transport heavy weapons. The hospital proposed to inform the militants of the license plate number, but the snipers could not see the license plate clearly."
Usha walked into the hospital building. The corridor was full of wounded people and there were many bottle racks. The scene was extremely spectacular.
Song He couldn't eat any more. He put down his chopsticks and pushed the ramen bowl aside.
Some of the scenes in the video were so tragic that they needed mosaic. It was as if he could smell the blood, sweat, urine and disinfectants in the corridor through the screen. Countless bacteria and viruses were raging in the air.
"At least the firepower of the war should not affect innocent civilians, but we can see that the vast majority of casualties in the hospital are civilians, with a large proportion of women, the elderly and children!"
"The morgue is in the basement, let's take a look."
Usha went down the stairs and entered the pale morgue. Many freezers were piled in the room, and there were ice cream advertisements on the side.
"There are more than 400 corpses this week than usual, and the traffic is disrupted and it is difficult to transport outwards. As a result, many corpses can only be placed in ice cream cabinets. The ice cream cabinets were temporarily requisitioned from nearby supermarkets. These are all. If the number of corpses is If it goes up further, even the ice cream cabinet will not be enough.”
"Let's wait for a few minutes. The director of the hospital is operating on the patient. When the operation is over, we will interview the director."
Usha left the morgue with the photographer and wandered around the hospital to take pictures.
The number of patients was astonishing. All the patients on the hospital beds were lying horizontally. Six people were lying on each bed. Many people were sleeping on the floor. Usha had almost nowhere to put his feet.
Finally, the door to the operating room opened, and Usha rushed over and stopped the dean, an old black man with white hair and a green mask on his face, his expression full of exhaustion.
"We are reporters from Al Jazeera. This interview will be broadcast to the whole world. Does the hospital have any urgent difficulties now?" Usha asked bluntly.
"Everything is lacking." The dean felt dizzy and stood leaning against the wall. "Water, electricity, medicine, and blood are all lacking!"
"The water is still enough for about a week, but we can send some people to take the risk to fetch water from nearby wells. It should be useful after treating it with disinfectant tablets," the dean continued.
"The power supply was interrupted for four hours during the air raid last night. We relied on the hospital's backup power supply to survive. I just made a bone splint for an electrical engineer. He said he could find a way to get some car batteries from the street and bring back some." To maintain power in medical equipment. As for surgical lights, we can use candles and flashlights instead."
"There is also a shortage of medicine, but we can still survive for about two weeks, provided there is no large-scale air raid. If there are two more air raids, we will run out of medicine immediately!"
"The most lacking thing is actually blood!" The dean touched his head with his hand, panting, and obviously feeling dizzy again.
"How much stock does the blood bank have?" Usha asked quickly.
"There is no more blood left. The blood donation volume of all our medical staff has reached the maximum. I donated 600 milliliters, and now I am very dizzy." The director's tone was trembling. "One of our nurses forgot how much blood she donated. As a result, I fainted after donating to myself. In order to save the nurse, I gave her another 400 milliliters of blood. When she woke up, she cried and said that she had wasted blood."
"I saw refugees helping to donate blood at the door. Can this temporarily alleviate the blood shortage?" Usha said.
"If there were no refugees to donate blood, our blood supply would have been cut off two days ago!" the director explained. "Most of the refugees are hiding in the city and are not here at the hospital. We cannot contact more people to donate blood. The most serious problem is It’s an infectious disease. Mosquitoes have just begun to appear this season, which happens to be the time when an infectious disease breaks out. We don’t have many testing reagents left.”
"Do you understand, if we can't test blood, we can't safely transfuse blood to patients. Because many people have AIDS, hepatitis, Zika, trypanosomiasis, etc., if it is transfused to healthy people, it will be a disaster!"
"There are more than 40 pregnant women in the hospital now. In the past two days, there may be more than 100 pregnant women who are about to give birth. The day before yesterday, a pregnant woman gave birth to a uterine rupture and massive bleeding. We gave her a transfusion of 28,000 ml of blood. , which is equivalent to 140 people donating 20 ml of blood, and the blood bank will be empty in no time.”
"Moreover, most of the wounded who were brought had severe wounds and burns, and they all needed a large amount of blood transfusions." The director suddenly burst into tears. "If we cannot find a new blood supply and encounter heavy bleeding in pregnant women, we may have to give up. Save the remaining blood to save more people."
"We will find a way to contact you with some assistance and find a way to get you some blood." Usha was moved, "The photographer and I can donate blood now!"
(Maybe I’m yang, I’m a little uncomfortable, I can’t do it for the time being, I’ll try my best to finish it)