Chapter 769 A fatal pleural reaction

Author: Zhen Xiong Chumo

Chapter 769 A fatal pleural reaction

Even in a semi-sitting position, Ji Xiang felt that it was getting harder and harder to breathe.

Countless gold stars were flying in front of his eyes, and Ji Xiang vaguely saw Meng Qingfei's figure.

Hallucination, this must be an hallucination caused by lack of oxygen! Ji Xiang said to himself in his heart.

Every time Ji Xiang took a breath, there should be enough oxygen, but there were obstacles when the gas passed through the alveolar membrane.

Ji Xiang also knew that it was not that there was any problem with his own body function, but that the air coming out of the lungs deflated the lung tissue, making it impossible for oxygen to pass through the alveolar membrane, respiratory membrane, and blood in the capillaries for oxygenation.

, increasing the oxygen content in the blood.

But no matter what, he just felt like he was broken.

In a daze, Ji Xiang no longer saw Meng Qingfei, but felt that he was a mecha that had been damaged in the battle, with all its parts falling to the ground. He could clearly hear the sound of the parts hitting the ground.

Ji Xiang has experienced many times where he felt the same way, painful enough to live, crying without tears, scary and weird.

However, when he felt the pain of traumatic hemopneumothorax, those things in the past seemed insignificant.

The power in his body was quickly withdrawn, and Ji Xiang slumped down, leaning on the back of the 120 emergency doctor.

"Young man, breathe evenly. Don't be too deep or too shallow. Don't be nervous." The 120 emergency doctor kept telling Ji Xiang the precautions.

Especially nervous.

Ji Xiang also knows that even normal people can have difficulty breathing due to emotional stress.

If I were a 120 emergency doctor, I would also tell patients not to be nervous.

But!

When he felt the same, he felt infinite terror coming over him. He was on the verge of death, and he didn't know whether he would be able to take another breath.

Just like this, how can you not be nervous?

No matter how hard Ji Xiang forced himself to be calm, he couldn't stop being nervous.

"Roar~"

"Hoho~~"

A slight roar came from Ji Xiang's throat.

He knew that this was caused by the spasm of the trachea. If he was an elderly person with underlying diseases, he might have started to have asthma.

Several diseases stack up...

The consequences are disastrous.

It’s so uncomfortable! Ji Xiang screamed in his heart.

Ji Xiang even felt that it would be better to die if he remained in this state.

"Young man, don't be nervous. It's just a simple problem. Just go to the hospital and put in a tube to drain the air out." The 120 emergency doctor comforted Ji Xiang.

"Don't worry, the blood oxygen saturation is still 91%, and the trachea has not deviated. If it really doesn't work, I will use a syringe to help you extract the gas."

"Don't be nervous, I'm here."

120 emergency doctors continued to comfort Ji Xiang.

However, Ji Xiang only has one thought in his mind - if you have the ability, give it a try with a pneumothorax!

My back doesn't hurt when I stand and talk.

He no longer had the energy to think about the question he had just asked Meng Qingfei in the emergency department. Venus was twinkling in front of his eyes, and Ji Xiang even vaguely saw a bright light.

Ji Xiang didn't know what the great light meant, and he couldn't think about it anymore.

Fortunately, the driver of 120 was experienced and the private cars along the way were very cooperative. He ran all the way to the hospital without any delay.

"Traumatic hemopneumothorax!" 120 emergency doctor yelled, "Hurry up!"

He had already called the emergency department in the car, but at this time the 120 emergency doctor still yelled out.

Pingche immediately pushed Ji Xiang away. The doctor who followed Pingche glanced at the blood oxygen level, then auscultated, and said calmly, "It's nothing, why does it look so serious? This young man is so pretentious."

He spoke not loudly, as if he was communicating with the emergency doctor, but Jixiang heard him.

If the blood oxygen saturation is 91%, nothing will happen. You can go to the thoracic surgery department for closed chest drainage soon.

If he could feel the same way, Ji Xiang would definitely think so.

But now!

Ji Xiang has already begun to curse in his heart.

Ji Xiang, who is usually gentle, elegant and calm, has started to curse!

"Hurry up and take a X-ray, and then put in the tube as soon as possible." The doctor from the emergency department replied.

Ji Xiang heard many doctors say similar things to the roar of a flatbed truck - the sound of an emergency flatbed truck is the most annoying.

Now Ji Xiang feels that if he hears this sound in the future, he may suffer from coronary artery spasm and have a heart attack in an instant.

"Young man, stand still, it only takes a few dozen seconds."

The thoracic surgeon comforted Ji Xiang.

Ji Xiang was speechless at this moment. He felt like a dead fish that had been thrown ashore. He rolled his eyes and couldn't even struggle.

The doctor at the thoracic surgery department was fairly reliable. Although he thought Ji Xiang was being pretentious, because he had no family members, he wore a lead suit to accompany Ji Xiang in the room to prevent Ji Xiang from falling when his body position changed.

An "upright" radiograph was taken at a 45° angle, and the thoracic surgeon leaned over to take a look.

"There is not much blood, and the lung tissue is compressed by 60%, which is fine." The radiology doctor said easily, "Looking at the patient's condition, I thought he was going to die."

"Hey, who would have thought that a young man could be so pretentious. A few days ago, I met a patient whose lung tissue was compressed by 85%. I admitted him to the hospital and he refused to do anything. He said he didn't feel anything at all and wanted to go cycling.

"

The thoracic surgeon said and glanced at Ji Xiang.

Ji Xiang burst into tears in his heart.

Are you being pretentious?

It seems like this, but these negative feelings are clearly felt by myself!

Now the sense of imminent death is getting stronger and stronger, and even my thinking has become chaotic.

There was only one sentence swirling in Ji Xiang's mind - individual differences.

In the past, Ji Xiang had never thought that individual differences could be so serious. A pneumothorax with less than 80% lung tissue compression would make him want to die.

No!

It’s already made me not want to live anymore…

Although he said this, the doctor from the thoracic surgery department did not waste time. He took the time to take Ji Xiang back to the ward.

"Are you ready?"

After returning to the ward, the doctor from the thoracic surgery department immediately asked.

"Ready!"

The nurse said simply and straightforwardly.

Ji Xiang didn't have the strength to sit up, and it became even more difficult to breathe after lying down. No matter what position or posture he was in, he felt uncomfortable.

There was no light in his eyes, and he watched the thoracic surgeon quickly sorting out the incision bag, while the nurse assisted in preparing the chest closed drainage bottle.

The razor blade, sterile towel, incision bag, chest tube, and pouring saline into the chest bottle were all done in an orderly manner. It seemed that this hospital was quite professional.

However, Ji Xiang felt the power of the theory of relativity.

The doctors at the thoracic surgery department are professional enough and the nurses cooperated without any problems.

Ji Xiang felt that all their actions were played in slow motion, frame by frame, which was extremely irresponsible to the patients.

Oh shit!

Ji Xiang also knew that this was a wrong perception he had when he was near death, but this perception was so clear and real.

"Just give me an injection. Don't move around." The doctor from the thoracic surgery department said coldly while holding the syringe after disinfecting it.

Yes, Ji Xiang felt that the attitude of the thoracic surgery doctors was indifferent.

He even felt that the expressions of the thoracic surgeons were a bit ferocious, so hurry up and do it!

The needle prick was like a mosquito biting him. There was no pain at all, but the little monster in Ji Xiang's heart gradually grew and roared crazily.

There is no pain when it is cut open.

The muscle tissue was bluntly separated until the hemostatic forceps hit the pleura, and Ji Xiang's muscles suddenly stiffened.

The parietal pleura is like a switch, and Ji Xiang cannot move at the slightest touch.
To be continued...