In the afternoon of the next day, Song Ning boarded the vehicle specially arranged to transport the members of the second medical rescue team.
The vehicle drove towards the dock, and then they boarded speedboats at the dock to reach the disaster area in batches.
Before this, she had already inquired about Gu Zheng at the front desk.
As expected, Gu Zheng and his group had already rushed to the disaster area with the Public Security Bureau soldiers on the night the disaster occurred.
Not only that, but a large number of militia and volunteers also responded.
The disaster had touched the hearts of all sectors of society.
The landslide had caused at least four villages to suffer varying degrees of damage.
After rescue efforts from all sides, the affected masses had been gradually transferred and resettled at several temporary resettlement sites.
The medical team dispatched earlier had gone to Ge Ping, which housed the largest number of people, accommodating nearly two-thirds of the affected masses.
The second medical team was heading to a resettlement site called Gaoping.
The team leader was a doctor surnamed Feng from the county hospital, around fifty years old. He emphasized to everyone the key points and the scope of rescue for this mission.
The main work involved cleaning and bandaging external wounds of the injured masses, as well as treating common illnesses like colds and fevers.
Besides the common illnesses listed, complex conditions needed to be reported promptly and treated after discussion.
It had to be said that for this medical team, composed mostly of non-staff barefoot doctors and folk doctors, the higher authorities had been very thoughtful in considering how to maximize their effectiveness while effectively avoiding treatment errors.
As one of the members, Song Ning was given a white coat and a shoulder bag, which contained basic first-aid supplies and several common medicines.
By the time they reached Gaoping, it was already early morning.
Nestled among continuous mountains, this village was relatively higher and flatter in terrain.
Upon the medical team's arrival, the first sight was a densely packed area of canvas tents set up in the open, filled with masses transferred from surrounding villages.
Team Leader Feng briefly conferred with the local person in charge, then immediately directed the team members to split into groups of three and disperse throughout the village to provide medical treatment to the injured masses.
One of the people assigned to Song Ning's group was a barefoot doctor named Zhou, around forty years old.
The other was an intern doctor from the county hospital named Zheng Changan, only in his early twenties. He had volunteered this time both to offer his help and to gain experience.
As anticipated, most of the injured masses had external wounds, as well as illnesses like colds and coughs caused by exposure to the cold. Those with high fevers or particularly severe external injuries were transferred to designated areas for centralized treatment such as IV drips.
The three-person team cooperated quite smoothly, and they were busy for several hours.
Only when the patients in their assigned area were mostly attended to did Doctor Zhou straighten up and say to Song Ning and Zheng Tianqing, "We've seen most of the patients in this area! Let's go over there for some hot water!"
Compared to the previous few days, the rain had lessened considerably but hadn't stopped. The group moved in and out of the tents, their clothes already soaked through.
A civilian house near the tents had been requisitioned to treat critically ill patients.
The main room had several rows of simple stretchers serving as temporary hospital beds, and two smaller rooms were used for the medical team to rest.
Many who had returned earlier were already dozing against the walls.
The group sat down around a small brazier in the corner of the room. Before they could even drink their hot water, they heard a distant commotion from outside.
A moment later, they saw several soldiers rushing in, carrying someone who was unconscious.
"Quick! Medic! Doctor! Is there anyone here who can treat him?"
"Our Company Commander fell and got injured! The bleeding won't stop! Think of something!"
"..."
In the main hall, Team Leader Doctor Feng and two others were in charge. They quickly moved the injured Company Commander onto a "temporary hospital bed."
Song Ning, holding her enamel mug, kept an eye on the situation in the main hall...
The soldiers outside were likely from the Southwest Military Region. They had been here for a while. The organizational and liaison personnel they saw were all government comrades, so it was estimated that the soldiers were on the most dangerous front lines.
Suddenly, a low growl came from outside, causing a small commotion.
"No! Doctor! The dosage needs to be increased!"
"Yeah! He can't take it like this!"
"..."
A moment later, a scream was still heard, filled with suppressed pain.
The few people by the brazier exchanged glances and put down their tea mugs, then walked out of the room.
Under the single incandescent light in the main hall, the Company Commander, who had been unconscious, was now painfully awake.
His pant leg had been cut open, revealing a long tear wound on his leg, and blood was still gushing out.
Doctor Feng, a bit portly, was now sweating profusely on his round forehead. He anxiously said to those who had gathered around, "It's an open fracture, we need to stop the bleeding and clean the wound first! But the wound is too deep, we've given several doses of anesthesia, and it's not working! You see..."
Doctor Feng was a legitimate doctor from the county hospital and the most "authoritative" doctor in this medical team.
When he asked, the "doctors" nearby fell silent.
"What anesthetic are you using?"
When Song Ning's voice rang out, she became the focus of everyone's attention.
"Lidocaine," Doctor Feng replied quickly.
"Don't you have ketamine?"
Doctor Feng said, "With our conditions... we can't meet the standards for surgery."
Song Ning understood. Ketamine was a surgical anesthetic, and neither the lighting nor the sterile environment... here met the requirements for surgery. According to the arrangements before departure, patients requiring surgery would be transported by speedboat to the county.
Therefore, the medical team had only prepared lidocaine for local anesthesia.
Clearly, the Company Commander's injuries were not suitable for transport.
"I'll try!" Song Ning said.
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