Surgery Godfather Chapter 580

Chapter 580: 528 Transfer Chapter 580: 528 Transfer Li Zehui had participated in multiple international Red Cross medical aid operations, and he was very familiar with Yemen.

The International Red Cross branch in Aden dispatched a vehicle to pick them up and then transported them to the Republic of Aden Hospital.

In the emergency department's observation ward, Robert finally saw Yang Ping. He was so moved that he burst into tears and opened his arms to hug Yang Ping.

Others who came with them were Li Zehui, Dodge, and a local doctor from Saudi Arabia named Aming.

“Professor, long time no see, is everything okay?”

Robert remembered Yang Ping didn't like to be hugged by men, so he instead chose to shake hands, holding tightly onto Yang Ping's hand.

“It's so dangerous, why did you all come?”

Robert said in a serious tone, “Professor, true friendship is shown in tough times. I couldn't let you face danger alone.”

“Robert! Did you bring a medical plane?” Yang Ping immediately asked him for confirmation.

“Professor, if you think the plane I brought can function well, please call me Radish Head!” Robert said quite seriously, somewhat hurt.

It seemed like if Yang Ping didn't call him Radish Head, he would be very upset.

Yang Ping was startled and somewhat confused. Since when had Robert liked to be called Radish Head? If he liked it, then Yang Ping would call him that.

The name wasn't so bad, it was down-to-earth!

“Radish Head, did you bring a medical plane?” Yang Ping asked again.

Robert nodded proudly, “Of course, we couldn't possibly come empty-handed. We also brought an ICU team. After you left, Li and I discussed that we couldn't just stay in Saudi Arabia and do nothing. We had to do something for you. I figured you would need a medical plane to transport the wounded. They are hard to find, even in Saudi Arabia, but we managed to find one. Li and Dodge did a lot to help too. We also brought a lot of red blood cells and plasma, matching the injured patients' blood types. We've brought four thousand milliliters; that should be enough, right?”

“We need to move the wounded quickly. If we delay, the plane may not be able to take off. The doctors and nurses at the airport are waiting anxiously.” Li Zehui urged.

Now that they had a medical plane, there was nothing more to be said. Yang Ping immediately relayed the good news to Manager Qiu.

Manager Qiu was struggling with the situation, making so many phone calls that his device was hot to touch. It wasn't just a medical plane that was hard to find, even a regular passenger plane was hesitating to come.

The sound of artillery fire outside was getting closer and closer. The tongues of flame formed by the gunfire were becoming denser and hadn't stopped at all. The sky was occasionally illuminated by the fire.

Aden was an important port with an oil refinery, so it was definitely a main target in the war.

The streets were a complete mess. People, together with their families and luggage, crowded and bumped into each other amidst the constantly honking cars.

Expatriates from all countries were gathering here. Whether there were boats to leave or not, they were ready to evacuate at any time.

It was said that the United States military had already evacuated, leaving behind a notice: American expatriates must find their own means of transportation to leave Yemen.

Our embassy was working day and night to collect information from expatriates in order to contact them, find them, and transfer them to safe cities in preparation for the evacuation.

Even two tourists on a small island had been contacted.

From the time Yang Ping traveled from Saudi Arabia to Yemen, he spent almost all of his time in a hospital, only leaving when he was transported in a car straight from the airplane.

Even though he hadn't been on the streets, he could feel the imminent danger from the artillery fire outside his window.

The hospital was continually crowded with people. There had even been conflicts. Yemeni soldiers were beginning to maintain order in the hospital as the proximity of the war was transforming the hospital into a front-line field hospital.

Dr. Zhou and the director of the emergency department were mobilizing ambulances, preparing to transport Chen Dashun to the airport.

Manager Qiu arranged for Ershun to accompany Chen Dashun to Saudi Arabia to take good care of him. There were no problems with Ershun's visa as the company also operated in Saudi Arabia and many other countries, where they had work visas.

At this time, a Yemeni officer led several soldiers into the emergency department, looking for Manager Qiu.

With the guidance of a doctor, they found Manager Qiu, immediately stating that they had been dispatched by their superiors to protect the Chinese casualties here.

The friendship between China and Yemen was very deep, and China had provided a lot of aid to Yemen.

In addition to food and medicine, they had also helped them build hospitals, schools, libraries, and bridges. They had regularly sent doctors for medical aid, treating countless patients while also training over three thousand doctors for them.

Thus, both the government and the public in Yemen had a high opinion of China.

Despite the current chaotic situation, which left them with no time to spare, they still made efforts to help the Chinese and dispatched armed forces to assist and protect Chinese expatriates.

Upon hearing that there was a critically injured patient in this hospital who needed transport, they received orders and promptly came over.

Manager Qiu had a chat with the military officer, explaining that the medevac plane was grounded at the international airport. The injured needed to be transported, but there was traffic congestion on the roads. He sought the officer's help to solve the situation.

The officer explained that the airport was under strict security measures due to possible firefights. They wanted to take advantage of the situation being under control for now, hoping to move the injured quickly. Their military vehicles would lead the way and escort them directly to the airport.

Finishing, the officer shook hands with Yang Ping, showing special respect.

The officer said that his father had been critically ill many years ago, his intestines were completely rotten. It was a Chinese doctor who performed surgery on his father and saved his life.

He also added that he would have loved to entertain his Chinese friends properly. Still, at the moment, he was powerless. He could only do what was within his capability.

Given the current tense situation, there was no time for delays.

Manager Qiu organized the ambulance, the escort team, and carefully planned the flight route using a map.

The flight would take off from Aden International Airport, divert directly to the sea route, follow the coastline, draw a wide arc to reach Oman, and then continue to Saudi Arabia.

This route would take a longer time, but it was considerably safer and entirely avoided the conflict zones on land.

Manager Qiu reported the flight route to the Embassy. The embassy was tasked with coordinating with various parties to keep records and air recognitions – this would prevent being accidentally attacked.

Soon, the ambulance was placed, parked at the entrance of the Emergency Department.

Yemeni soldiers lined up on both sides, creating a passage through the crowded Emergency Department.

Dashun was carried out of the ward on a stretcher. Dodge also participated in the transportation, working extremely hard.

All the way, he followed Robert, and when he saw Yang Ping, he didn't dare participate in the conversation, just staying on the sidelines all the time.

As Dashun was placed on the ambulance, the Yemeni officer jumped onto a pickup truck configured as a military vehicle, leading the way ahead. A machine gun was mounted on top of the vehicle, and a few armed soldiers were seated in the cabin.

Behind the ambulance was a minivan with Manager Qiu, Ershun, Dodge, Li Zehui, and Aming on board.

Following the minivan was another military vehicle with a mounted machine gun.

After a few honks, the convoy consisting of four vehicles set off from the hospital, heading towards the international airport.

The chaotic vehicles and crowd on the street were squeezed against each other. If it weren't for the military vehicle leading the way, it would have been impossible for the ambulance to reach the airport within a few hours.

Seeing the military vehicle, people feared the machine gun mounted on top of it, and they quickly made way automatically. This enforced a road opening, and the convoy was able to move forward smoothly.

The ambulance, not very large, contained Dashun on the stretcher in the middle, with Yang Ping, Dr. Zhou, Robert, and Yemeni doctors and nurses seated on both sides. It was incredibly compact.

The ambulance started and stopped, progressing with difficulty. The harsh sound of the horn caused a continuous buzzing in their ears.

Yang Ping truly understood what it was like to be part of a mass exodus, a scene he had only ever seen in movies before.

Fortunately, there was a medevac plane. If they had to transport by car, it would have taken them a dozen or so hours just to get out of Aden.

Yang Ping took a look at the data on the monitor, felt Dashun's pulse, listened to his heart and lungs, hoping that he could make it safe and sound through the transport.

In a perfect world, Dashun should have been in an ICU ward now, not on a vehicle. However, they had no choice due to the ongoing circumstances.

This transfer was extremely high risk.

“He's running a fever!”

Dr. Zhou took the temperature and began to worry.

Sepsis, or systemic inflammatory response syndrome, could be lethal combined with such severe complex injuries. He hoped that wasn't the case.

Yang Ping had performed an excellent surgery, and they had thoroughly rinsed the surgical area, but since the surgery room was an ordinary room and not an aseptic operating room, bacteria were floating around everywhere. Given that Dashun had undergone craniotomy, thoracotomy, laparotomy, and was underperfusion at that time, he was at a high risk of an infection.

However, an infection could not occur so quickly. This increase in body temperature was more likely due to absorption heat or massive blood transfusion.

“Apply a cold compress to his head!”

Yang Ping quickly took measures to reduce the oxygen consumption of the brain.

Li Zehui took out an ice pack and applied it to Dashun's forehead.

The convoy moved forward sluggishly, like a snail.

Chapter end

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