"The puncture needle is connected to a saline syringe and put on the fingertips of cut sterile gloves. Do you know what this is for?"
The teacher asked, and Xie Wanying replied: "The fingertips of this half glove are used for one-way live valves. This allows the gas in the patient's chest cavity to be easily discharged, and the external air cannot enter the patient's chest cavity through here."
"Okay." Fu Xinheng said, "Prepare to disinfect the skin."
The four words "disinfection of the skin" indicate that puncture is about to be performed.
Dr. Jin plopped and sat on the chair, frowned and looked at the robot Fu Xinheng, not knowing what to say at all.
She is a neurologist, not a cardiac surgeon. Now, she is not able to compete with Fu Xinheng for command. Besides, she just couldn't even speak if she wanted to stop her.
Turning his head, Dr. Jin looked at the expressions of Dr. Yang and Dr. Lin.
Dr. Yang touched his eyebrows, and he was not qualified to compete for command with Fu Xinheng. He was in the third line and the second line.
Dr. Lin put his hands in his white coat pocket and was silent.
Maybe she should call Huang Zhilei. Dr. Jin had an idea and turned around to touch the phone in his pocket. Fu Xinheng's eyes were staring at her, making her afraid to move again. Dr. Jin could only scold in his heart: This robot has such sharp eyes!
"Tell me the puncture location." Fu Xinheng said.
"The patient has a right pneumothorax, and the puncture position is located in the second intercostal space of the right midline of the clavicle. The right midline of the clavicle is at the midpoint of the right midline and the midline of the sternum. Touch the upper edge of the third rib to enter the needle."
"When encountering obstacles, it means that the pleural cavity is in the pleural cavity. You can pump air. Then insert the needle and then retreat the steel core about 0.5 cm." Fu Xinheng directed.
"Yes, teacher."
When Xie Wanying said that, Zhao Zhaowei's hand that helped her hold her cell phone trembled from time to time. He seemed to understand what she said. The problem was that they used dead people, not living people. To be honest, he was afraid, and he didn't know where she got the courage to do this. If she was wrong and dead people, could she still be a doctor?
Two traffic policemen were watching outside the car and didn't dare to let out any more.
"The patient is thin and can easily touch the corner of the sternum. The second rib is the right one, and the third rib is the lower one." Xie Wanying's left finger determined the position to disinfect the skin, raised the puncture needle with her right hand, asking for instructions, "If the teacher agrees, I will puncture the patient now."
The patient is not very conscious and no need for anesthetics.
Zhao Zhaowei closed his eyelids and dared not look at them.
Seeing Zhao Zhaowei's expression, the two traffic police looked at other places at the same time, feeling that the next scene would be terrifying.
In the hospital, Dr. Jin stood up again: "How about——"
Fu Xinheng said to Dr. Jin: "Shut your mouth, or go out."
Dr. Jin sat back on the chair again, rubbed his face with both hands, and glared at Dr. Yang and Dr. Lin again: What do you say?
Dr. Yang and Dr. Lin were silent.
"Input the needle vertically ninety degrees." Fu Xinheng issued an allowable order.
The puncture needle penetrates the patient's skin vertically, only one second to a few seconds, but for these people now, one second is equivalent to a feeling of tens of thousands of years.
Dr. Jin felt that his heart was beating fast and as if he was about to dizzy. She opened her eyes wide and looked at the white ceiling, why didn't there be any response?
After all, it was on the road, and the noise around was too bad. The phone always came out of noise, so I couldn't hear it clearly here.
Dr. Jin jumped up and shouted, "Zhao Zhaowei!"
Chapter completed!