Xie Wanying, who was performing the auscultation, simultaneously had the patient's heart appear in her mind. It was a heart that was beating very fast, and its shape and structure were not good. Xie Wanying thought to herself: Sure enough, my first impression was correct, and I can feel it without using supernatural powers. It is very likely that it is an adult patient with Tetralogy of Fallot.
Tetralogy of Fallot is the most common congenital heart disease. Most of them are born with onset. The best age for surgery is about one year old. The older you get, the more dangerous you get. Many patients do not live to adulthood, with an average life expectancy of twelve years without surgery. Less than 3 percent of adult patients live to the age of forty.
It can be said that this young man is lucky to be alive. Because in the 1980s in China, there were very few hospitals in the country that could perform congenital heart surgery. The children of ordinary people are basically waiting to die.
This patient is actually a very strong and strong person, otherwise he would not be able to live with this disease alone.
As long as she thought of this, Xie Wanying felt that she needed to send him safely to the National Association no matter what. Taking off the stethoscope, she squeezed the patient's hand.
The young man who was held by her felt that when he was about to die again, a figure appeared in front of the gate of death, blocking the darkness. It was undoubtedly the light of the Dao, the light of hope.
"You'll be fine." Xie Wanying whispered.
The boy's struggling eyelids seemed to be nodding.
Doctor Jin on the other side of the phone was in a panic: "Why is there no sound?"
"I'm here, Dr. Jin." Zhao Zhaowei looked for the presence in the teacher's eyes.
Fu Xinheng motioned the people here to be quiet, and said to the telephone, "Are there any signs of pulmonary hypertension?"
This new male voice was not Dr. Yang's voice just now, Xie Wanying recognized it, it was the voice of someone she had never heard before.
The deep voice of the man on the other side contained a calm and full breath, like a powerful tranquilizer, completely controlling the aura.
The most frightening thing was that she didn't say anything, and he already felt what the patient was suffering from.
Probably a great teacher.
Xie Wanying judged based on her past experience and her intuition as a doctor.
I don't know why such a person suddenly appeared. Dr. Jiang and she only said that Dr. Yang was alone.
It is of course a great thing to have a great teacher. Xie Wanying quickly adjusted her thoughts and replied, "The patient did not cough up blood, teacher."
It's really calm enough, without any sense of anxiety or fear, and it's like a typewriter!
Fu Xinheng was surprised when he heard her answer.
I have never seen a female doctor who can spit out such a mechanical tone like him.
To be calm in the face of problems, so calm that it is almost cold, is the professional quality he thinks a doctor should have.
At this end, Dr. Yang and the others in the office were surprised to see Fu Xinheng appearing suddenly to talk to Xie Wanying.
A few people thought that Fu Xinheng was just bored to watch the excitement.
Trainees are far away from becoming doctors. Senior doctors have always been too lazy to pay attention.
"Okay." Fu Xinheng affirmed her words.
Heart disease patients are most afraid of pulmonary hypertension. Whether there is hemoptysis is a very important indicator, and it is great for a trainee to be able to answer the key points when she does not have an auxiliary inspection instrument.
Next, Fu Xinheng issued an instruction: "You prepare the puncture needle."
When his words fell to the ground, it was Dr. Jin, Dr. Yang, and Dr. Lin who were shocked.