"Tell me, have you seen the bubbles in the syringe?!" Dr. Jin asked loudly.
Zhao Zhaowei opened his biggest eyes wide and looked at him. The needle held by Xie Wanying was entering the patient's skin. As the needle became deeper and deeper, he felt that he could not breathe, and was afraid of bleeding suddenly.
After waiting for a while, there was no blood, it was a bubble.
Bubbles emerged from the saline in the syringe.
"Yes, there are bubbles, teacher!" Zhao Zhaowei shouted.
"Okay, okay, just have bubbles." Dr. Yang touched his forehead with the back of his hand and found that he was sweating unconsciously.
"Don't let her dig the needle deeper." Dr. Jin reminded.
"No, she didn't insert it down, she was there, she pulled the needle back-" Zhao Zhaowei felt that he looked down, and it seemed that he couldn't quite understand Xie Wanying's operation.
They wanted to withdraw the steel needle and leave the catheter outside the puncture needle. What Dr. Yang and the others thought was that Fu Xinheng just said that this child could do it.
Fu Xinheng didn't say anything, his dark eyes were narrowed, and he was always listening carefully to the sound opposite the phone.
Dr. Yang, Dr. Lin, and Jin leaned over, stretched his ears and listened to the opposite side. The patient's breathing sound came from the phone: There is, the breathing sound that was about to disappear has recovered, and the patient is breathing.
Oh, oh, Dr. Jin fanned herself desperately. She was about to suffocate before, but now she can still breathe.
"Tape tape, take the tape, hurry up and help her fix it!" Dr. Yang couldn't wait and shouted to the phone.
"Don't stand there, Xiao Zhao!" Dr. Jin shouted at his student.
Zhao Zhaowei asked the traffic police to take their mobile phones and get the tape himself.
The two traffic policemen were as nervous as they were sweating.
The tape fixed the catheter head and one-way valve. Zhao Zhaowei gasped and turned his head and found that the patient was looking at him with his eyes open, and his face had to turn red.
The young man who had recovered looked at the two young doctors in front of him, but his white face showed a little smile, as if he was saying: I am saved, doctor.
Xie Wanying, who took off her mask and gloves, did not dare to delay for a second. She increased the amount of oxygen for the patient and picked up the stethoscope to listen to the patient's breathing sound.
Opposite the phone, the cold teacher's voice came again: "Tell me, confirm the depth of the puncture needle you just inserted."
"The patient is very thin, and I inserted it about four centimeters."
"Okay. Send him back to the hospital immediately, pay attention to the patient's position, don't let the tube move. Keep on talking."
The National Association of Nationalities issued an order, and the traffic police driving immediately returned to the driver's seat. Since the patient could only lie horizontally, Xie Wanying could only protect the patient in the back seat. Zhao Zhaowei carried the first aid medicine box and got into the passenger seat. The other one
The traffic police got into another police car to support it.
The police car that sounded the sirens must drive faster and more steadily this time.
Hearing the sound of the car opposite returning to the road, the doctor's office felt like he could temporarily breathe.
Fu Xinheng sat next to the phone and did not move because he said he wanted to keep talking to the other side. He turned to Dr. Yang and said, "You go to the outer area of ​​the heart to prepare the hospital bed. It is a patient with tetralogy of Fallow."
Dr. Yang nodded and went upstairs to the cardiac surgery department to organize a bed. The patient came in. The situation was so serious that he might need to open his chest tonight for surgery.
Chapter completed!