The patient was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a waxy face, a stiff body, and his clothes were stiff.
The deputy conductor said, "His name is Lao Zhang, a patrolman on the railway. He fainted while on night duty one day. It was freezing outside and we didn't know how long he had been unconscious. Our train just stopped nearby and a conductor saw him lying outside and brought him in. But... he was already hard."
Old Zhang was completely frozen. Judging from the degree of paleness and purpleness, he had reached the standard of frostbite, and his breathing was very weak.
If he had not been lucky enough to be discovered, he would have lost his life in a few hours.
The train attendants didn't know how to provide first aid in this situation, so they just took a lot of clothes and quilts and covered Lao Zhang with them, trying to warm his body up.
But the temperature recovery speed was too slow and it was simply too late.
After checking the basic situation, Jiang Nian immediately said to the deputy conductor, "Deputy conductor, quickly prepare hot water, cold water, and a washbasin and towel."
This is the dining car. All these things are available here. The deputy conductor will prepare them right away.
Jiang Nian said to the others, "Take off his clothes and blanket, and then lay him flat on the ground."
The train attendants immediately did as Jiang Nian said.
The deputy conductor hurriedly brought basins of hot and cold water.
Jiang Nian took a look and said, "The hot water is not enough, I need more."
Then, she poured hot water into the basin, added cold water, controlled the water temperature at around 50-60 degrees, and then poured the water on the stiff Lao Zhang.
Lao Zhang's body temperature is too low. If the water is boiling hot, his body will be extremely cold and hot at the same time, and he will not be able to bear it at all.
When water at 60 degrees is poured on the body, the frozen clothes begin to melt and the water temperature gradually decreases to 30 or 40 degrees, which is an acceptable temperature for the human body. This is just right and will not cause excessive stimulation to the heart.
Basins of water of suitable temperature were poured on Lao Zhang.
Gradually, the stiff clothes began to soften.
Jiang Nian immediately said, "The clothes are soft, take them off quickly, wipe his body with a warm towel several times, and then wrap him up with a blanket."
Jiang Nian was not quite able to do this step, so a male conductor came up to help immediately. He followed Jiang Nian's instructions and asked her to take off her clothes first, then wipe herself with a warm towel and then wrap herself in a blanket.
After doing all this, Lao Zhang no longer looked so pale and terrifying, but his breathing and heartbeat were still very weak, and he did not wake up.
"Doctor Xiao Jiang, can you think of another solution? I know Lao Zhang. He has six children to support at home, and they all rely on his meager salary for a living. He has been a railway patroller at night for ten years. We can't just leave him here." The conductor's eyes were red as he spoke.
Jiang Nian did not give up. After checking that there were no blisters on Lao Zhang's body, he immediately went in to take his pulse.
The symptoms of the disease come from the heart area with a weak pulse.
Under the gaze of everyone, Jiang Nian took out the silver needle he carried with him, then pulled open the quilt on Lao Zhang, revealing his purple and white chest.
The silver needles slowly pierced into the chest, one by one, one by one.
The people around had only heard of acupuncture but had never seen it with their own eyes. Seeing this scene, their eyes widened at the same time.
A few minutes later, in the midst of intense anticipation.
"Cough cough..." Old Zhang suddenly started coughing and exhaled a mouthful of cold and turbid air from the depths of his throat.
Qin Sanye was quick to grasp Lao Zhang's shaking body.
Jiang Nian quickly removed the needle, then wrapped Lao Zhang up to keep him warm. He looked up and said, "Yes, he's awake."
The train attendants around were all looking at Jiang Nian in shock. After more than ten seconds of silence, they finally seemed to react. Someone in the group started a round of warm applause.
"Comrade Jiang, thank you! Thank you so much!"
The deputy train conductor expressed his sincere gratitude.
Jiang Nian then reminded them of some precautions, such as keeping warm and sending them to the hospital for a full-body check-up after arriving at the next stop to avoid symptoms of muscle necrosis.
After a while, Jiang Nian and Qin Sanye left together.
When Qin Jingshan heard the noise, the incident was almost over. The thrilling rescue was over and the train attendants were cleaning the wet carriage. If they didn't deal with it quickly, the temperature would still drop at night and the water would freeze into ice.
Qin Jingshan asked the guard to inquire about the details, but the deputy train conductor had already rushed over and praised Qin Jingshan highly.
"Old Commander Qin, your granddaughter-in-law is really extraordinary. A person who was almost dead was saved by her in just a few moves... That was a life that was saved, it's incredible! Everyone in your family is extraordinary, you are so lucky..."
Although Qin Jingshan didn't understand the ins and outs of the situation, just hearing these words was enough to make him beam with joy.
The next night, the train stopped halfway.
The next morning, the sun came out and melted the snow. After a night of emergency repairs, the snow on the railway tracks ahead was finally cleared and traffic could resume as normal.
There was a snowstorm all along the way, and the train was moving extremely slowly.
They had been on the train for three or two days, and little Anbao's initial novelty about trains had worn off. He was locked up in the small carriage every day, playing with the same toys over and over again. No matter how interesting they were, they became boring.
She looked at the scenery outside the window. She wanted to go out and play, and...
"Mom, where's Brother Xiaobei?"
Little An Bao stuck to Jiang Nian, looking up at him, his big eyes full of confusion.
For a two-year-old child, she didn’t understand what separation or missing someone meant. Only after the novelty of the surroundings wore off did she suddenly realize that she hadn’t seen Zhao Xiaobei for a very long time.
"An An, do you miss Xiao Bei?"
Little Anbao looked serious and nodded vigorously, "Yeah, yeah."
She picked out a tin frog from a pile of toys. It was the one Zhao Xiaobei gave her. She held it in her hand and handed it to Jiang Nian to see, as if to prove her longing for him.
(Illustration by Tin Frog)
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