The Docbot goes from person to person, treating their wounds and administering Computer-Approved mood elevators, painkillers and hormone balancers. Curiously, though, it only spends a moment or two examining Ginger and Abot before going to the next person.
Soon enough, everyone is more or less as well as they are going to get: Still wounded, but no longer in danger of bleeding out and not in that much pain any more. Those whose limbs are mangled have them in splints now, and usable enough.
The corridor you unearthed with the door that opened to a wall is now pretty much completely buried and the dust has settled.