"Tell me, did you see the bubbles in the syringe?!" Dr. Jin asked loudly.
Zhao Zhaowei watched with his eyes wide open. The needle held by Xie Wanying was entering the patient's skin. As the needle penetrated deeper and deeper, he felt that he could not breathe and was afraid that blood would suddenly appear.
After waiting for a while, there was no blood, just bubbles.
The saline solution in the syringe bubbled.
"Yes, there are bubbles, teacher!" Zhao Zhaowei shouted.
"Okay, okay, as long as there are air bubbles." Dr. Yang touched his forehead with the back of his hand and found that he was covered in sweat without realizing it.
"Don't let her insert the needle any deeper," Dr. Jin warned.
"No, she didn't insert it anymore, here, here, withdraw the needle -" Zhao Zhaowei felt that he looked down, as if he couldn't quite understand Xie Wanying's operation.
It is to withdraw the steel needle and leave the catheter outside the puncture needle. What Dr. Yang and others thought was that Fu Xinheng just said that this child could actually do it.
Fu Xinheng didn't speak. He narrowed his dark eyes and listened carefully to the voice on the other side of the phone.
Dr. Yang, Dr. Lin, and Dr. Jin leaned over and stretched their ears to listen to the other side. The patient's breathing sound came from the mobile phone: It's there. The breathing sound that was almost gone just now is there. It's restored. The patient is breathing.
Oh, oh, doctor Jin was good at fanning herself with her hands. She was suffocating before, but now she can breathe.
"Tape, tape, get the tape and fix her quickly!" Dr. Yang couldn't wait and shouted into the phone.
"Don't be stunned, Xiao Zhao!" Dr. Jin shouted to his student.
Zhao Zhaowei asked the traffic police to get his mobile phone and went to get the tape himself.
Both traffic policemen were so nervous that their palms became sweaty.
The tape fixed the catheter head and the one-way valve. Zhao Zhaowei took a breath, turned his head, and found that the patient had opened his eyes and was looking at him, and his face could only turn red.
The young man who had recovered his breath looked at the two young doctors in front of him, but his pale face showed a slight smile, as if to say: I am saved, doctor.
Xie Wanying, who took off her mask and gloves, did not dare to delay for a second, increased the oxygen level for the patient, and picked up the stethoscope to listen to the patient's breathing sounds.
On the other side of the phone, the cold teacher's voice came again: "Tell me to confirm the depth of the puncture needle you just inserted."
"The patient is very thin. I can insert about four centimeters."
"Okay. Send him back to the hospital immediately. Pay attention to the patient's position and don't let the tube move. Keep talking."
The doctor from the National Association issued the order, and the traffic policeman who was 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 got into the passenger seat with a first aid kit. Another person
The traffic policeman got into another police car that came to support him.
The police car with the siren on must drive faster and more steadily this time.
Hearing the sound of the car on the opposite side starting back on the road, a group of teachers in the doctor's office felt that they could relax temporarily.
Fu Xinheng sat by the phone and didn't move, because he said he wanted to keep talking to the other person. He turned to Dr. Yang and said, "Go up to the extracardiac area to prepare a bed. He is a patient with tetralogy of Fallot."
Dr. Yang nodded and went upstairs to the cardiac surgery department to set up a bed. This patient came in and his condition was so serious that he might need a thoracotomy tonight.
Dr. Jin and Dr. Lin looked at each other and went out to see their patients. When they walked out, they looked at their watches.
