"The puncture needle is connected to the saline syringe, and the fingertip of the cut sterile glove is put on. Do you know what this is for?"
The teacher asked a question, and Xie Wanying replied: "The fingertip of this half of the glove is used as a one-way valve. It allows the gas in the patient's chest cavity to be easily discharged, and the outside air cannot enter the patient's chest cavity through this."
"Okay." Fu Xinheng said, "Prepare to disinfect the skin."
The four words of disinfecting the skin indicate that a puncture is about to be performed.
Dr. Jin thumped, sat down on the chair, frowned and looked at the robot Fu Xinheng, not knowing what to say.
She is a neurologist, not a cardiac surgeon. In this matter, she has no ability to compete with Fu Xinheng for the command. Besides, just now she couldn't open her mouth even if she wanted to.
Turning his head, Dr. Jin looked at the expressions of Dr. Yang and Dr. Lin.
Dr. Yang rubbed his eyebrows, he is not qualified to compete with Fu Xinheng for the command. Others are third-tier, he is second-tier.
Dr. Lin put his hands in the pockets of his white coat. Silence is golden.
Maybe it's time to call Huang Zhilei. Dr. Jin had an idea and turned around to touch the phone in his pocket. Fu Xinheng stared at her from behind, making her dare not move. Dr. Jin could only scold in his heart: This robot has such sharp eyes!
"Tell me the location of the puncture." Fu Xinheng said.
"The patient had a right pneumothorax, and the puncture site was located at the second intercostal space on the right midclavicular line. The right midclavian line was at the midpoint between the right midaxillary line and the midsternal line. The needle can be inserted by touching the upper edge of the third rib."
"Encountering an obstacle means that you have reached the pleural cavity, and you can pump air. Then insert the needle and retreat the steel core about 0.5 cm." Fu Xinheng instructed.
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When Xie Wanying was talking, Zhao Zhaowei's hand that helped her hold the phone trembled from time to time. He seemed to understand what she said, but the problem was that those who learned the anatomical position used dead people, not living people. To be honest, he was afraid and wondered where she got the courage to do this. If she makes a mistake and dies, can she still be a doctor
Two traffic policemen watched from the outside of the car, not daring to let out a breath.
"The patient is thin, and it is easy to touch the sternal angle. The right one is the second rib, and the lower one is the third rib." Xie Wanying fixed the position with her left finger and disinfected the skin, raised the puncture needle with her right hand, and asked for instructions, "Teacher, if you agree , I am now performing a puncture on the patient."
The patient's consciousness is not so clear, and there is no need for anesthesia.
Zhao Zhaowei closed his eyelids and dared not look.
Seeing Zhao Zhaowei's expression, the two traffic policemen looked sideways at the same place, feeling that the next scene would be terrifying.
In the hospital, Dr. Jin stood up again: "How about—"
Fu Xinheng said to Dr. Jin: "Shut your mouth, or get out."
Dr. Jin sat back on the chair again, wiped his face vigorously with his hands, and stared at Dr. Yang and Dr. Lin again with his eyes: What do you say
Dr. Yang and Dr. Lin were silent.
"Insert the needle vertically at ninety degrees." Fu Xinheng issued an order to allow it.
The puncture needle pierces the patient's skin vertically, but it only takes a second to a few seconds, but for these people now, one second is equivalent to tens of thousands of years.
Dr. Jin felt her heart beating so fast that she was about to faint. She stared at the white ceiling with wide eyes, why there was no echo.
After all, it is on the road, and the surrounding sounds are too noisy. There is always noise from the mobile phone, so I can't hear clearly here.
Dr. Jin jumped up and shouted: "Zhao Zhaowei!"
Hearing the teacher's voice, Zhao Zhaowei opened his eyelids.