CCTV News:(Reporter Liu Wei correspondent Li Anhui) February 8, Lantern Festival. At 9 o’clock in the evening, Huashan Hospital affiliated to Fudan University in Shanghai urgently "ordered soldiers". In just 90 minutes, a medical team consisting of 215 medical staff was set up to support Wuhan.
This is Yang Qingxiang’s second invitation to fight, and his application was approved. During the more than one month’s fighting in Guanggu Campus, tongji hospital, Wuhan, she kept a diary. Record the days when they fought in ICU, and record the process when they snatched life from death.
The following is an excerpt from Yang Qingxiang’s diary:
On Saturday, February 8, 2020, the fifteenth day of the first month, Shanghai Yin
Today is the Lantern Festival. Affected by the epidemic, the festive atmosphere is not as strong as in previous years.
At 9: 30 in the evening, the department group began to collect medical staff to go to Wuhan. Time is tight and we will leave tomorrow. I once again signed up for the leadership, because I have 5 years of ICU work experience and 13 years of emergency work experience.
If I can help Wuhan, my professional skills and work experience should be able to play a role.
February 9, 2020, Sunday, January 16, Shanghai sunny/Wuhan cloudy.
At 2: 30 in the morning, the head nurse called and asked me to get ready and leave in the morning. I packed some clothes and necessities overnight.
Sleepless all night. Get up in the morning, my son hasn’t woken up yet. I had no time to say hello to him, so I hurried to the hospital.
At 8: 30, the comrades-in-arms came to report for duty with their big bags and small bags. We had pre-war training.
The director of the emergency department, the head nurse and the left-behind partners are helping us prepare materials and see us off. We took a group photo as a souvenir and told each other to take good care.
When I got on the bus and saw my colleagues waving to me outside the window, tears could not help but rush out. I buried my head low and couldn’t bear to see the people who saw me off.
At seven o’clock in the evening, we arrived at Wuhan Tianhe Airport and checked into a hotel in Optics Valley. At this time of Wuhan, the lights are still on, silently showing the prosperity of the city in the past. All this makes my heart particularly uncomfortable.
It rained in Wuhan on Tuesday, February 11, 2020.
I started to work in the hospital today. We took over the intensive care unit in tongji hospital Optics Valley Campus, which was temporarily transformed from the rehabilitation ward. All my work today is in the clean area.
I told myself that I should actively and humbly ask the local teachers to learn and get familiar with the process and job responsibilities here as quickly as possible. At that time, all I could think about was getting familiar with the situation quickly, and I never thought that I was already a person in an epidemic area.
Monday, February 17, 2020, January 24, Wuhan sunny
Today, we regrouped, and I was assigned to group H, and went into the cabin to nurse the patients.
After taking over, we communicated the main nursing points of today’s patients. We should pay more attention to special patients. The head nurse assigned beds to each responsible nurse before entering the cabin. After entering the cabin, my comrades and I visited the beds from 1 to 30 respectively. When problems were found, they were solved, and those that could not be solved were reported.
Helping patients turn over, change sheets and wipe stools has become our job, because there is no care worker. A lot of work can’t be done by one person. We must help each other. When you meet something, just call the partner in the next bed and ask them to give you a hand.
How busy are we? Let’s put it this way: of the 30 patients in our ward, 26 were intubated and connected with ventilators. We never sat down from putting on protective clothing until we took off protective clothing and returned to the clean area. We always wear diapers to go in, but in fact, we don’t have enough water and sweat in our bodies, and there is no urine at all. When leaving the cabin, the face was deeply imprinted by goggles and masks, and some even blistered. All these can be tolerated. The most helpless thing is that the patient’s condition changes too fast. Some patients are quite clear when they come in, and they have difficulty breathing in the afternoon and have to be intubated!
On February 18th, 2020, it was sunny in Wuhan on Tuesday, the 25th day of the first month.
A small colleague told me, Mr. Yang, that patient’s blood has not been drawn, and he can’t find the vein.
I followed her. This is a female patient, about thirty or forty years old, and she is very thin.
I told her she needed to draw some blood. She said, I’m sorry, I have no appetite these days, I haven’t eaten, and my veins may be hard to find.
Through the thick blindfold, I can’t see her veins at all. I can only touch them with my hands wearing three layers of gloves according to the anatomical characteristics. Fortunately, I hit the nail on the head and successfully drew several tubes of blood.
When I left this room, I heard her saying "thank you" in the distance. Although the voice was very weak, it raised a strong feeling in my heart.
On Wednesday, February 19th, January 26th, 2020, Wuhan became cloudy and sunny.
Today, I went around every sick room. Bed 29 is an old man in his sixties. Because his condition has improved, he is about to be transferred to the general ward. He is the first patient admitted to this newly-built intensive care unit. He said, thank you for your lifesavers from Shanghai. You have all worked hard. He said that he would always remember us. I asked him how his family was, and he said that he lived in different hospitals, but he didn’t know what was going on yet. He was very worried.
February 26, 2020, Wednesday, the fourth day of February, Wuhan Yin
Struggled for a night shift today.
There was a patient whose tracheal intubation was assisted by ventilator, but he was still conscious, but he could not speak. Seeing me go in, he drew gently with his hand, looking very miserable. I didn’t know what he wanted, so I asked him if he could write. He nodded slightly. I gave him a pen and paper, and he wrote the word "propofol". My heart was surprised. I think he should be a medical worker.
I told him that he must cooperate with the ventilator to breathe, and he might be able to extubate offline for a few days. He gestured to me with his eyes, and he understood.
It rained heavily in Wu Hanyou on Monday, February 2nd, 2020.
The patient who is offline from ECMO is in excellent spirits today, chatting in bed by voice. I asked him who he was talking to so much, and he said it was his girl. He told me that my girl is older than you. I smiled and said, no way. He said, yes, my girl is 26 years old. I said, I’m over 40. He said, I didn’t expect that you look like a post-95 generation.
The patient told me that their whole family was infected, but now they are all leaving the hospital.
Another offline extubation patient also told us that he would cooperate with the treatment well, get through it and live up to our efforts.
We have been in Wuhan for more than 20 days, and more and more people are transferred from here to the general ward, and more and more people can chat and talk. Seeing all this, our mood also changed from initial depression to relief. When I’m free at work, I’ll talk to sober patients more to make them more confident to recover.
My greatest expectation is that they can be transferred from here to the general ward or discharged from hospital, so that we can all go home with peace of mind, return to our original lives and return to our jobs.
I believe that the dawn of that day will come soon! Come on!
