"Tell me, did you see the air bubbles in the syringe?!" Dr. Jin asked loudly.
Zhao Zhaowei watched with his widest eyes, the needle in Xie Wanying's hand was entering the patient's skin, as the needle was inserted deeper and deeper, he felt that he could not breathe, and was afraid of bleeding.
After a while, there was no blood, just air bubbles.
The saline in the syringe was bubbling.
"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 his forehead was covered with sweat unconsciously.
"Don't let her push the needle any further." Dr. Jin urged.
"No, she didn't insert it down anymore, yes, withdraw the needle—" Zhao Zhaowei felt that he looked down, as if he couldn't quite understand Xie Wanying's operation.
is to withdraw the needle leaving the catheter outside the needle. What Doctor Yang and the others thought was that Fu Xinheng just said that this child could actually do it.
Fu Xinheng didn't speak, his dark and deep eyes were squinted, and he was always listening 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: Yes, the breathing sound that had just disappeared has recovered, and the patient is breathing.
Oops, oops, Dr. Jin is good at fanning herself desperately. She was about to suffocate before, but now she can still breathe.
"Tape, tape, take the tape, fix her quickly!" Dr. Yang couldn't wait, and shouted into the phone.
"Don't stand still, Xiao Zhao!" Dr. Jin shouted to his students.
Zhao Zhaowei asked the traffic policeman to take the mobile phone, and went to get the tape by himself.
The two traffic policemen were equally nervous that their palms were sweating.
The tape secures the catheter tip and one-way valve. Zhao Zhaowei gasped, turned his head, and found that the patient had opened his eyes and was looking at him, so his face turned red.
The young man who was relieved looked at the two young doctors in front of him, but his pale face showed a little 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 volume 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, confirm the depth of the puncture needle you just inserted."
"The patient is very thin, and I inserted it about four centimeters."
"Okay. Take him back to the hospital immediately, pay attention to the patient's position, and don't let the tube move. Keep talking."
The doctor of the National Association gave the order, and the traffic policeman who was driving immediately returned to the driving seat. Because the patient can only lie on his back. Xie Wanying was the only one in the back seat to protect the patient. Zhao Zhaowei got into the passenger seat with the first aid kit in hand. Another traffic policeman got into another police car that was coming to support.
The police car with its siren sounding must drive faster and more steadily this time.
Hearing the sound of the car on the other side getting back on the road, a group of teachers in the doctor's office felt that they could relax for a while.
Fu Xinheng sat next to the phone and didn't move, because he himself said that he would keep talking with the other person. He turned to Dr. Yang and said, "Go to the extracardiac area above to prepare a hospital bed. It's a patient with tetralogy of Fallot."
Dr. Yang nodded, and went upstairs to the Cardiac Surgery Department to make a bed. This patient came in with such a serious condition that he might need a chest surgery tonight.
Dr. Jin and Dr. Lin met eyes and went out to see their patients. When the two walked out, they looked at their watches.