2014-03-02 18:01:24

Someone asked me why I always have tears in my eyes and respect in my heart after returning from the Qinghai-Tibet Line. And why do emotions become so peaceful and calm? I said that it was because after walking through the sacred mountains and holy waters and seeing the Iron Warriors, my heart seemed to have experienced a holy baptism, and from then on I loved this army even more deeply. As a military doctor, I am deeply proud and gratified to be able to use my true talents and knowledge to serve those soldiers who use their flesh and blood to protect their homes and country. I think this is the highest level of my military medical career. A strong man takes orders to go to the plateau. On Army Day last year, I suddenly received a call from Chief Li of the Hospital Cadre Department, asking me if I could join the Qinghai-Tibet Line Expert Service Group of the General Logistics Department of the People's Liberation Army that would be launched in Lhasa on August 7. Take orders? refuse? I was shocked, scared, and hesitant: What was surprising was that I had been dormant on the "second line" since I was over fifty years old, and now I was selected to go to the plateau to serve the officers and soldiers. This is how much my superiors trust me! What I am afraid of is whether my half-hundred-year-old body can withstand the lack of oxygen, bumps and labor along the Qinghai-Tibet Line with an average altitude of more than 4,000 meters and a length of 2,000 kilometers? What I was hesitant about was that I had been honored to be invited to attend the Chinese Heart Conference to be held at the National Convention Center in Beijing on August 8, and would serve as a speaker and chairperson at the "Heart Rhythm" Forum. If your mind is strong, can your body hold on? Which of the two tasks is more important? After struggling, the identity of "a veteran who has been in the army for more than 30 years" became the first self. I instantly realized strongly that the needs of the army should be my primary responsibility, obligation and mission! So I immediately called the conference secretariat and resolutely canceled my plan to attend the CHC conference. However, after accepting the mission, a series of the most practical problems suddenly emerged: he was over fifty and had lived on the coast of the East China Sea for a long time, where the air was humid and oxygen-rich. He had never been to the plateau and had no "accustomation" to it, so he suddenly had to go far away. Going to the hypoxic and dry Qinghai-Tibet Plateau... "Military orders are no joke" and there is no way out. I must be prepared to meet the "life limit" challenge. In the following five days, I carefully read the plateau protection manual and prepared combat uniforms and necessary medicines as required, including prednisone, furosemide, and aminophylline to prevent and treat pulmonary and cerebral edema, and medicines that can reduce myocardial oxygen consumption. Betaloc, as well as sleeping, analgesic, antihypertensive, anti-angina drugs, etc., booked a direct flight from Pudong to Lhasa at 7 a.m. on August 6, and even quietly wrote a "will"... quite a bit of a "strong man" Never come back” determination. Accidentally “Enjoying” First Class Cabin When I used to travel on business, even to foreign countries, I would take a taxi to the airport by myself. But this time when I went to Lhasa, although my wife and I both had a tacit understanding, it felt like we were going to the front line, so she had to drive me to the airport herself. We got up at around five o'clock in the morning and set off, but unfortunately, there was a car parked at the entrance to the community, which put our car in a dilemma and we couldn't get a taxi for a while. This makes me very anxious! When I finally arrived at the airport, the check-in time had passed. I hurriedly went to change my booking for the next flight, but the answer I got was: there were no economy class tickets. what to do? I was anxious and sweating profusely. Seeing this, the conductor quietly asked: Do you want a full-price first-class ticket left? Immediately, I breathed a sigh of relief as if I had found a treasure. I thanked him so much, but it made the conductor look confused. My wife was a little reluctant to part with it because it was expensive at first, but when she thought about the fact that I was suffering from lumbar disc herniation, I had been curled up in the narrow economy class on many flights in the past, and had never "enjoyed" the spaciousness and comfort of first class. But maybe this time My "last" flight... After she hesitated for a moment, she took out her credit card and swiped it without hesitation: 7,120 yuan, more than one month's salary was gone! It doesn’t matter if I break into a cold sweat or it doesn’t matter how hard it goes, this is how I got the special treatment of traveling in first class for the first time. Looking back now, the only thought in my mind at that time was that I had to arrive on time! Feel the majesty of the plateau The plane passed through Xi'an and landed at Lhasa Gonggar Airport at three o'clock that afternoon. As soon as I set foot on the land of Tibet, I felt the majesty of the plateau. After picking up my luggage and walking a few dozen meters, I felt flustered and out of breath all at once. After trudging onto the military vehicle sent by the Military Depot to pick me up, I quickly closed my eyes and silence. On the way, I heard someone talking and laughing, so I warned them softly: When you first go to the plateau, you must close your eyes and silence. This can reduce your body weight by about one-fifth. The oxygen consumption of one. It was almost dusk when we arrived at the guest house of the Lhasa Military Station.

The members of the expert team were all arranged to stay on the third floor. Although they tried to slow down and slowly climbed up to the third floor, they felt top-heavy and about to faint as soon as they entered the room. After hurriedly falling into bed and inhaling oxygen, he gradually recovered. Dinner was a sumptuous buffet. Because of the altitude discomfort, I was like a patient recovering from surgery. I only dared to choose vegetables and semi-liquid staple foods that were easy to digest and did not significantly increase gastrointestinal oxygen consumption. At nine o'clock in the evening, all the members gathered for roll call and introduced themselves to each other. Only then did they learn that the members of the expert group participating in this "intellectual service activity" included experts in medical, psychological, legal and other fields, as well as communications, oil and vehicles. Experts in other fields cover the major disciplines and majors urgently needed by grassroots troops. Thank you with a Tibetan accent. After the launch ceremony was held in the auditorium of the Lhasa Military Station, we drove to Times Square in Lhasa to conduct free clinics for local soldiers and civilians. The sun is scorching like fire, and even wearing sunglasses and military sunscreen can hardly block the strong plateau ultraviolet rays. After consulting more than 10 patients, I started to sweat hotly on my forehead. I saw a 60-year-old Tibetan old man sitting on a wooden bench in the distance. He didn’t dare to come near for a long time, so I took the initiative to extend an invitation: “Uncle, please come near!” The old man’s name is Dorji, who is from Renbu County. , the son who accompanied him told me that in the past three months, he would have symptoms of substernal pressure, shortness of breath, and cold sweats every time he walked briskly for five or six minutes. He had to stop and rest for a few minutes to relieve the symptoms, and this became more and more frequent. He thought it was caused by the hot summer weather, which made him unable to sleep and eat. After careful questioning and examination, I initially diagnosed the old man as suffering from "unstable angina". The risk of myocardial infarction and sudden death within one month after the onset of this disease is high. I explained the condition to Dorje’s son, and then called Chen Bin, director of the cardiology department of the Tibet Military Region General Hospital, and asked him to send someone to take Dorje to hospital for treatment. Duoji's son was moved and held my hand and said repeatedly: "The Memba expert from Shanghai is really accurate. Thank you for saving my father's life!" As a doctor, I may have heard such simple and grateful words thousands of times. A hundred times, but this thank you with a strong Tibetan accent was the first time I heard it in my life. This scene was broadcast throughout the land of China with the footage of CCTV News Broadcast. My 85-year-old mother later called me and told me that she had also heard and seen scenes of me serving the military and civilians in Lhasa back home in Jiangxi. She was sincerely pleased and proud of her son. I can imagine the old mother sitting in front of the TV, her smiling eyes must be filled with tears of peace and satisfaction... "A mountain that an eagle cannot fly to" Tanggula Mountain, "a mountain that even an eagle cannot fly to", the driver It is said that even if it is a steel car, its power will drop by 40% due to lack of oxygen when it reaches Tanggula. You can imagine how difficult and dangerous this journey is. There were very few officers and soldiers stationed at the first stop, "Yangbajing Military Station," so the medical consultation services for them were quickly completed. When he was about to get on the bus, he met the deputy commander of the Iron Army who was stationed in Yangbajing and was a tall man with a loud voice. He requested the expert team to serve the field officers and soldiers who were conducting plateau adaptability training in Damxiong and other places. What I didn’t expect was that this task was no small matter and very arduous. We traveled more than 200 kilometers on the Damxung Plateau and were busy from about 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. After completing the "extra" mission, they rushed to the Heihe Military Station at an altitude of more than 4,700 meters. In the car, everyone was dizzy and closed their eyes due to fatigue and lack of oxygen, but it was difficult to fall asleep. But Professor Shi, a psychologist who is nearly fifty years old, is extremely excited. Professor Shi is a bit obese and usually doesn't talk much. During this whole day, he breathlessly conducted psychological consultations for nearly a hundred officers and soldiers. , said that although it was his first time to go to the plateau, as a psychologist, he did not have any panic or fear in his heart, but wanted to "enjoy" the various feelings brought about by the plateau's hypoxia, no matter whether it was painful or uncomfortable. , is still euphoric and joyful, he will accept it all. No one cared about it at first, but gradually I found that his words were becoming more and more illogical, and he talked endlessly, as if no one was around, and kept on restraining himself. I suddenly realized that he might have acute (hypoxic) metabolic encephalopathy, and quickly asked him to take anti-cerebral edema drugs such as prednisone, furosemide, and diazepam that I carried with me as a "just in case" and reported the Team leader Director Tian Lin. Director Tian immediately decided to send him to a military station at a lower altitude.

Along the way, I saw many officers and soldiers who had persisted on the plateau at an altitude of nearly 5,000 meters for several years or even more than ten years. They were honest and honest, but due to long-term lack of oxygen, their reactions were a little slow, and their skin and face were damaged. Totally inconsistent with actual age. At the Tuotuohe Military Station, when I saw many young officers and soldiers about the same age as my daughter, with their purple lips, deformed fingernails, sparse hair, and "old" faces, the softest part of my heart was suddenly touched. Touched deeply, I could no longer suppress my emotions and shed tears. I took the initiative to hold a symposium with the officers and soldiers. I must communicate with them face to face. I want to do what I can for them as much as possible. Before the meeting, the battalion commander introduced each soldier to me one by one. I looked at them quietly and carefully. Looking at their childish eyes, I felt as if they were my children. Although I can feel the discomfort of hypoxia on the plateau, after all, my stay here is short. Seeing the snow-capped mountains and deserts is very novel, but they have to face this desert that remains unchanged all year round every day, enduring hypoxia, disease and loneliness. Intruding and suppressing all the good desires of young people, I simply can’t imagine how they persist. As a medical worker, I can clearly see that plateau hypoxic radiation has left traces of slight or severe damage on their young bodies. I know better than anyone else what these injuries mean to them, but I must abide by it. The discipline of the expert group cannot be explained so straightforwardly to them. What I can do is to teach them all the knowledge of plateau physiology and precautions for plateau life that I know more patiently and carefully than ever before. I took out all the pastries, candies and tea that my wife had carefully prepared for me before leaving, and wanted to distribute them to everyone, but the soldiers looked at the battalion commander shyly and refused to accept them. I held back my tears, picked them up randomly, pretended to be relaxed and "ordered" the battalion commander to take the lead in tasting them, while silently blessing and praying for these young soldiers in my heart. It is not easy for both officers and soldiers. At the Kunlun Mountain Military Station at an altitude of more than 4,500 meters, there is a 22-year-old ordinary soldier named He Yuanzhi. He has been working continuously at the Tanggula Mountain Pumping Station at an altitude of more than 4,500 meters for 3 years and 3 months. He has to go up and down every day. Four or five times on the third floor (in an environment where the partial pressure of oxygen in the plateau is only half that of the plains, going upstairs is like climbing a mountain), and I often experience shortness of breath and dizziness. When I felt the lifting sensation in his precordium and heard the elevated second heart sound in the pulmonary artery auscultation area, I realized that he might have suffered from severe high altitude heart disease! I held back my tears, turned my back and shouted loudly: Call the battalion commander. The battalion commander hurried to me, and I asked him almost in an orderly tone to quickly arrange for the soldiers to go to Golmud 22 Garrison Hospital for detailed examination and treatment. I say that as the chief officer, you have the responsibility and obligation to protect them and treat them well, otherwise you are not worthy of being their leader! The battalion commander, who has nearly 20 years of military experience, did not expect me to be so strict. He even saw that the seniority badge I wore on my chest had four bars and two stars. He was so "scared" that he stood still and did not dare to move until I finished speaking. Then he tensed his legs and saluted me with a military salute, and shouted loudly with red eyes: "Follow the commander's instructions immediately!" After hearing this, I breathed a sigh of relief for the soldier, and suddenly realized that my rebuke might be too harsh. He was stern, so he reported the matter to Director Tian. Director Tian told me that it was actually not easy for the battalion commander. He himself had been working at the pumping station for more than two years without ever getting off the line. He usually cares about the soldiers, and even takes over for them during holidays. If you criticize him like this today, he may feel a little aggrieved and sad. Seeing my apologetic and uneasy look, he smiled and comforted me and said: "A soldier must withstand criticism and grievances, otherwise how can he be called a soldier!" Sprinkling strong wine into the sky after crossing the Tanggula Pass and entering Hoh Xil. , there was the Gobi Desert all the way, and there was no green at all. It was almost dusk when we arrived at Nachitai. Suddenly someone saw a row of green poplar trees at the entrance of the military camp from a distance, and they shouted excitedly. After getting off the bus, everyone felt like they were seeing long-lost relatives. They rushed over to take a group photo with their arms around the green trees. They all looked like children. generally. After arriving in Golmud, we went to the Qinghai-Tibet Line Martyrs Cemetery to pay our respects. The Martyrs Cemetery is solemn and solemn, full of white Gesang flowers. Hundreds of martyrs who sacrificed their lives for the Qinghai-Tibet Line rest here. Everyone stood solemnly in front of the simple but sturdy Martyrs Monument, bowed deeply and observed silence. After the ceremony, I pried open the cap of the wine bottle and wanted to offer a glass of high spirits as strong as my emotions to General Mu Shengzhong, whom I had admired for a long time. However, I searched the cemetery where he was buried but could not find it. The general's tombstone.

After asking the staff, I found out that according to the general's last will and testament, after his death, the general's ashes had been scattered in the mountains and rivers along the Qinghai-Tibet line, so there is no general's tombstone here. I silently looked up at the blue sky, and a plateau vulture was flying by. With the highest respect, I used all my strength to sprinkle the strong wine into the cloudless sky... Timeout summary speech Unknowingly, I participated The Qinghai-Tibet Line expert service of the General Logistics Department has been working for 10 full days and nights. At 9 o'clock in the morning that day, the summary meeting was held in the military conference room of the Qinghai-Tibet Line Military Station, and I was arranged to be the last one to speak.

In order to prepare for today’s speech, I stayed up almost all night last night. Lying in bed, what I saw and heard during the 4,000-mile trip to the Qinghai-Tibet Line was like a movie. Scenes flashed before my eyes, and I was filled with thoughts. After quietly sorting out my emotions, I made my opening remarks word for word, and my emotions poured out like water opening a floodgate. I kept talking until I choked, and kept talking until the allotted time was exceeded... These ten The many days and nights are insulated from the fleeting lights and dragonflies touching the water, let alone the intertwined drinking and leisurely landscapes. Along the way, I "dedicate myself to the mission and serve the army and the people with my pure heart". Some are passionate, forgetting that "I am honest and honest"; some are moved, because I often regard myself as the son of the people here, but I often feel that I am the father of young soldiers here; I have experienced warmth, because there is heart-to-heart communication here; there are too many "cannot let go", there are too many "hard to let go", because I have feelings for those who have been fighting in the hypoxic environment of the plateau all year round. The officers and soldiers were deeply moved and missed. My skin became dark and rough due to the radiation and dryness of the plateau, but my heart became more confident and stronger due to the training of the plateau's lack of oxygen!