There is resistance to breaking through the skin muscle layer and the pericardial needle tip is so you need to feel patiently and carefully.
"Yingying, what are you doing, what are you doing-" Li Qian, who looked at her with a needle opposite, had already been panicked.
Is this piercing a life or a killing person?
Even medical students are afraid!
Why isn't she afraid?
She had no sweat on her forehead, no frowns, and her eyes were looking at her. Her eyes were highly concentrated on the patient's chest and monitor, and the needles in her hands were digging into the patient's skin bit by bit.
Luo Yanfen, who was looking at him from a distance, hung high in his heart: "Thank you, Doctor!"
She couldn't believe her eyes. This clinical rookie really did it, did it! She did something she didn't dare to think about—
At the same time, dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong, the sound of several people running at the entrance of the stairs and ran towards the nurse's station.
"Who is the patient who is out of his heart?
"We are from the neurosurgeon, and the phone said that we were sending a patient with head injury?"
"I, I have notified you before. Did the patient sent by the relatives of our department's interns arrive? Have you accepted the emergency department? Where are you?"
"Doctor Jin is here!"
"Have people come? Here, here, there - rescue -" Faced with a group of people asking suddenly, the nurse standing in the nurse station was so anxious that she could only raise her hand and point to the patient's bed.
A row of people turned their heads and looked over:?!
Everyone ran to the bedside.
"Oh." Dr. Jin screamed and was about to approach the bed, but was stopped by the strong male doctor's arm. When he looked up, he found that it was the robot who was stopping her again.
A bunch of people around the bedside, each with solemn and silent faces. To be precise, they held their voices and looked at the field of vision: the puncture needle that penetrated the skin was stable in one position and direction, and liquid rose in the syringe.
The monitor's heart rate was gradually lowered from its 180s.
At this time, you must be more stable and more stable, and your hands must not move randomly. Xie Wanying repeatedly told herself in her heart, persist, persist—
"It's OK."
A hand was held strongly on her wrists and arms, like a stabilizing needle to calm her down.
Xie Wanying, who dared not turn her head easily, tried hard to see whose hand this hand was. She saw it very familiar. She recalled: It seemed that the hand that grabbed her hand and taught her to tie knots.
Is Senior Brother Cao coming? She blinked her eyelids in surprise.
"Give him the syringe." Cao Yong, who was standing behind her, said softly, his voice was extremely cautious, but the hand holding her hand was very hard.
It wasn't because she was afraid that her hands would tremble, but because she fell down the moment she let go. It was a doctor, especially a neurosurgeon, who could see that she was extremely nervous, like a string that broke at any time, which made him feel worried and panic.
He could understand what she was doing about this, she did a blind pericardial puncture.
This operation is a 100% failure rate for medical students. Even middle-aged doctors in cardiothoracic surgery are not 100% sure about this operation.
I believe that even the doctors present at this hospital would not dare to have sex unless they are senior cardiac doctors.
I can only say that in order to restore the patient's life, the only thing she can do is to do it.
Chapter completed!