"Are you sure it's a tension pneumothorax?" Dr. Yang had to put a big question mark first, because it's an intern who is diagnosing the patient.
"The patient's right chest is full, and the intercostal space is enlarged. There is no X-ray machine or CT machine for examination. So, Dr. Yang, I'll ask you to listen to the patient's breathing rate first."
The female voice on the opposite side was so calm that it exceeded the expectations of all the teachers here!
Dr. Jin swallowed his saliva in surprise: Is this female intern that has been rumored in the hospital these two days really so powerful
Dr. Lin raised his eyebrows: as expected.
As for Dr. Yang, he was stunned.
Fu Xinheng squinted his eyes, and the strange expressions of Cao Yong and others last night appeared again in his mind.
The patient's breathing came from the phone: hoo, hoo, hoo, the breathing became shallower, the breathing rate decreased significantly, and it became more and more difficult, as if suffocating at any time.
"Put my finger on the affected area of the chest to percusse. Mr. Yang, listen to it, is it the sound of a drum?" Xie Wanying said, holding the mobile phone close to the patient's chest with one hand, and holding the three fingers of the other hand together to pat the patient gently. Patient's ward.
A group of teachers pricked up their ears and listened attentively to every sound on the phone, which was related to the patient's life.
A sound like thump-thump-thump came over.
"I put the stethoscope on the patient's chest, and see if you can hear the breathing sound of the healthy side of the patient, Mr. Yang, and compare it with the affected side." Next, Xie Wanying took out the stethoscope from the first aid kit, and put the earpiece on the patient. Under the left collarbone.
Can't hear it, can't hear it at all. It shows once again that future communication development is too important to medical development.
But it doesn't matter, based on the percussion sound just now, the clinical teachers can preliminarily judge that Xie Wanying's diagnosis can be said to be correct.
"It's a tension pneumothorax, you need to exhaust it quickly!" Dr. Jin said to Dr. Yang.
I'm a trainee, how do I let the trainee operate? Dr. Yang asked anxiously, and shouted across the phone: "How far are you from the hospital now?"
Definitely choose to send it back to the hospital first!
The two traffic policemen who were driving replied: "It will take at least 30 minutes."
"Are you sure you can arrive in thirty minutes?" Dr. Yang asked.
The traffic police can't guarantee it at all, because the road conditions are really bad tonight. It can be seen that the time for a patient to reach the hospital may be much longer than thirty minutes.
"It's too late, Dr. Yang." Dr. Jin said anxiously.
The sound of the patient's breathing is too late, and the exhaust must be exhausted first, otherwise the heart will stop.
"What kind of heart disease is he?" Dr. Yang was also anxious, his voice hoarse.
The patient was speechless from the start. Xie Wanying had no choice but to listen to the patient with a stethoscope, and then use her supernatural powers to help make a judgment. After waiting, I didn't hear her answering voice. The clinical teacher here didn't know what happened. Dr. Jin shouted, "Zhao Zhaowei!"
Zhao Zhaowei was so nervous that his eyelids jumped, and he replied after hearing the teacher's voice: "Doctor Jin, I am here."
"What do you mean he has a heart attack?" Dr. Jin asked.
"Yingying and I don't know. He can't speak. Yingying is listening to his heart with a stethoscope." Zhao Zhaowei stammered.
The two students left two completely different impressions on the teachers just from the tone and content of their answers.
"Is it the same class?" Dr. Yang questioned.
Dr. Jin and Dr. Lin nodded, there is no doubt about it.
Dr. Yang thought of Yue Wentong who entered the operating room with him last night, and he seemed to be in the same class. There is a big difference in the same class. By the way, Yue Wentong didn't go to work with the teacher today, and had some business at home to take a rest.