"Are you sure it's tension pneumothorax?" Dr. Yang had to give a big question mark first, because it's an intern now who diagnoses the patient.
"The right chest on the patient's side is full, the intercostal space becomes larger, and there is no X-ray machine or CT machine to do the examination on the spot. In this way, Dr. Yang, I'll let you listen to the patient's breathing amplitude first."
The female voice on the opposite side was so calm that it exceeded the expectations of all the teachers here!
Dr. Jin swallowed his saliva in surprise: Is this female trainee rumored in the hospital these two days really so powerful?
Dr. Lin raised his eyebrows: As expected.
As for Dr. Yang, he was stunned.
Fu Xinheng narrowed his eyes, and his strange expressions of Cao Yong and others appeared in his mind again.
The patient's breathing sound came from the phone: huh, huh, huh, breathing is becoming shallower, the breathing amplitude is significantly reduced, and it is becoming more and more difficult, such as suffocation at any time.
"My fingers were placed in the affected area on the chest for percussion. Teacher Yang, listen to it, is it a drum sound?" Xie Wanying said, holding the phone in one hand closes the patient's chest, and the other hand has three fingers together to pat the patient's ward.
A group of teachers pricked up their ears and focused on listening to every sound on the phone, which was related to the patient's life.
The sound of dong — dong — came over.
"I put the stethoscope on the patient's chest and try Teacher Yang, can you hear the breathing sound of the patient's healthy side, and then compare it with the affected side." Next, Xie Wanying took out the stethoscope from the first aid kit and put her head on the patient's left clavicle.
You can't hear it, you can't hear it at all. Once again, it shows that future communication development is too important to the development of medicine.
But it doesn't matter. With the percussion sound just now, clinical teachers can make a preliminary judgment that Xie Wanying can be said to have the correct diagnosis.
"It's tension pneumothorax, you have to exhaust it quickly!" Dr. Jin said to Dr. Yang.
It’s an intern, how can I let the intern operate? Dr. Yang asked anxiously and shouted to the other side of the phone: “How far are you from the hospital now?”
I definitely chose to send it back to the hospital first!
The two traffic policemen who drove the car replied: "It will take at least thirty minutes."
"Are you sure you will be there in thirty minutes?" Dr. Yang asked.
The traffic police could not guarantee that they could, because the road conditions were really bad tonight. It can be seen that the patient may have arrived at the hospital for more than thirty minutes.
"It's too late, Dr. Yang." Dr. Jin said anxiously.
The patient's breathing sound is too late, so he must exhaust first, otherwise the heart will stop.
"What kind of heart disease does he have?" Dr. Yang was also anxious, his voice hoarse.
The patient couldn't speak from the beginning. Xie Wanying had to take the stethoscope to the patient himself, and then use her supernatural powers to assist in the judgment. After waiting, she didn't hear her answer. The clinical teacher here didn't know what happened. Dr. Jin shouted: "Zhao Zhaowei!"
Zhao Zhaowei was so nervous that he twitched his eyelids. He heard the teacher's voice and replied: "Doctor Jin, I'm here."
"You said, what kind of heart disease he had?" Dr. Jin asked.
"Yingying and I don't know. He can't speak. Yingying is using a stethoscope to give him the heart." Zhao Zhaowei said stutteringly.
The two students left two completely different impressions on the teachers from the tone and content of their answers.
"Is it the same class?" Dr. Yang questioned.
Dr. Jin and Dr. Lin nodded, there was no doubt about this.
Chapter completed!