Zhang Huayao and the others, who were watching her movements closely, immediately noticed her weird slight adjustment, and made a timely judgment:
"It is estimated that the cotton ball is stuck to the wall of the trachea, and she feels that it cannot be pulled out."
"A deadlift bleeds."
"It doesn't have to be the cotton sticking to the tracheal wall. Could there be other foreign objects?"
Cao Yong's question made the other two scratch their heads, because there was such a possibility.
Xie Wanying heard the teacher talking to her senior brother, and thought to herself, Senior Cao's eyes are so sharp, so she can see what is going on in her brain. It's just that if the cotton ball sticks to the tracheal wall, there is no need to be too afraid. As long as the force is appropriate, it will not be a big problem to take it out with a little blood. If there are other foreign bodies blocked in the bronchus, it may not be meaningful to only take out the gloves under the cotton. A change in strategy is required. Let one of the two bronchi ventilate, and temporarily restore and maintain the respiratory function of the child can be regarded as a successful first aid. The next step is to find a way to remove the blocked bronchus
Foreign matter inside. Now the main thing is to save the emergency first, so that the children don't stop breathing completely. 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 completely
Try the next set of cotton in the past, maybe you can set the cotton and the foreign matter inside it together. The reason why she didn't even try was actually only one: it was too late.
Several seniors who were pensive raised their heads, and after realizing the meaning behind her actions, they all looked at the patient: the breathing became weaker and weaker, and the small eyelids had already drooped. Could it be that the heartbeat was about to stop as she expected
Without thinking too much, Fu Xinheng stretched out his finger quickly to touch the carotid artery of the child: "It's gone."
After receiving Fu Xinheng's judgment, Cao Yong and Zhang Huayao's hearts skipped a beat. A thought flashed through the minds of the three of them: Really.
Fu Xinheng resolutely placed one palm on the child's chest, and began to perform heart compressions rhythmically. Children are young and their bodies are not yet fully developed. The technique of chest cardiac compression is definitely different from that of adults, and it will be subdivided into age groups. Like the five-year-old child at present, use the single-palm pressing method, and avoid fingers
If you touch the chest wall, you may break the child's ribs.
One, two, three, four... Teacher Fu is doing CPR for the child. Xie Wanying's forehead was sweating, and she felt that the little life in front of her was falling into the abyss.
"Continue." Zhang Huayao, who was standing next to her with a laryngoscope in his hand, said to her, his voice was full of sternness, telling her not to stop. When the patient stops breathing, it is absolutely impossible to stop the operation of extracting foreign objects. This may have completely different characteristics from other medical operations. On the contrary, it is necessary to speed up the removal of obstructions, otherwise everything will be useless. heart compressions only
It's useless, the key is to take out the foreign body and take out the foreign body.
Knowing this well, Xie Wanying never stopped her movements, she held the pliers ring with her fingers and exerted force towards the far end, trying to cover the cotton ball on the left side.
Do not poke vigorously to prevent the cotton ball from falling into the left bronchus. Try to cover the cotton as much as possible, and lift it outward or to the right to open a ventilation hole.
Sweat lined her forehead, seemingly from uncontrollable overexertion. Cao Yong's eyes looked at the sweat on her face, and his brows tightened.