Zhang Huayao and the others, who were watching her movements closely, immediately noticed her strange slight adjustment and made a timely judgment:
"The cotton ball is probably stuck to the wall of the trachea, and she thinks it can't be pulled out."
"Deadlifts bleed."
"It's not necessarily just cotton stuck to the tracheal wall. Are there other foreign objects present?"
Cao Yong's question made the other two people scratch their heads because it was really possible.
Xie Wanying heard her teacher talking to her senior brother and thought to herself that senior brother Cao's eyes were so sharp that he could see what was thinking in her brain.
If the cotton ball sticks to the wall of the trachea, there is no need to be too afraid. As long as the force is appropriate, it will not be a big problem if there is only a little bloodshot when you take it out. If there are other foreign objects blocking the bronchus, just wear gloves over the cotton ball.
I'm afraid it won't make much sense to take it out. We need to change our strategy. Allowing one of the two bronchi to ventilate and temporarily restoring and maintaining the child's respiratory function can be regarded as a successful first aid. Next, we will find a way to remove the foreign matter blocking the bronchus. Now it's mainly about first aid.
Give first aid first, so that the child does not stop breathing.
The right bronchus is relatively straight, so if foreign objects often fall into the bronchus, they will go to the right side. This seems to be the reason why she changed her plan in time to attack the cotton ball on the left side. However, this is certainly not the whole reason. She can try it first
Maybe it would be possible to pull out the cotton and the foreign matter inside by putting on cotton. The reason why she didn't even try was actually just that: it was too late.
Several contemplative seniors raised their heads, and after realizing the meaning behind her actions, they all looked at the child: her breathing was getting weaker and weaker and could not be heard, her eyelids had already drooped, and her heartbeat was about to stop as she expected?
Without thinking too much, Fu Xinheng quickly stretched out his fingers to touch the child's carotid artery: "It's gone."
After receiving Fu Xinheng's judgment, Cao Yong and Zhang Huayao's hearts pounded. The thought that flashed through the three people's minds was: It's true.
Fu Xinheng decisively placed the palm of his hand on the child's chest and began to perform heart compressions rhythmically.
Children are young and their bodies are not fully developed. Their chest compression techniques are definitely different from those of adults, and will be subdivided into age groups. For a five-year-old child like the current one, single-palm compressions should be used and fingers should be avoided.
If it reaches the chest wall, it may break the child's ribs.
One, two, three, four... Teacher Fu was performing cardiac resuscitation on the child. Sweat broke out on Xie Wanying's forehead, and she felt as if the crumbling little life in front of her was falling into the abyss.
"Continue." Zhang Huayao, who was standing near her with a laryngoscope in hand, said to her, his voice full of sternness, asking her not to stop.
When the patient stops breathing, you must not stop the operation of removing the foreign body. This may have completely different characteristics from other medical operations. Instead, you must speed up the removal of the obstruction, otherwise everything will be in vain. Mere heart compressions are useless, the key is
It's foreign body removal. Foreign body removal.
Knowing this, Xie Wanying did not stop her movements. She held the clamp ring with her fingers and exerted force towards the far end, trying hard to cover the left cotton ball part.
Do not poke vigorously to avoid the cotton ball falling into the left bronchus. Try to cover the cotton ball as much as possible and push it outward or to the right to open a ventilation hole.
Sweat formed dense rows on her forehead, as if she had exerted herself uncontrollably.
Cao Yong's eyes looked at the sweat on her face, and his brows tightened.