Zheng Ren tried his best to reach in with his right hand, stimulating the patient's throat and allowing the patient to cough up the liquid in his upper respiratory tract. At the same time, inhale forcefully to create negative pressure in the mouth, and perform manual suction of phlegm from mouth to mouth.
Three seconds later, Zheng Ren raised his head, picked up a sterile towel covering the patient, and wiped his mouth.
A large mouthful of sticky bloody phlegm was sucked out.
He took a deep breath and repeated the operation again.
After sucking out five mouthfuls of sputum, Zheng Ren could feel that the little patient was much less agitated.
Looking at the young patient, although she was in a state of hemorrhagic shock, she was unconscious. However, the secretions blocking the upper airway are sucked out, and breathing is basically smooth. The body begins to work hard to breathe fresh air and improve the hypoxic state.
The faint sound of roaring continued. Although the crisis was resolved, it was not over yet.
Zheng Ren directed the flat car to continue running towards the operating room.
"I'll go...does that doctor want to eat people?" Seeing the flat car continuing to speed away, the people eating melons nearby commented in astonishment.
"I really don't understand anything. That's artificial respiration."
"It's nonsense. You need to press the chest for artificial respiration. Breathing alone is of no use."
No one knows what Zheng Ren did. He presided over the rescue alone.
Unfortunately, the little patient encountered a fake lift chair. But she was very lucky to meet Zheng Ren and not die inexplicably.
The little nurse called the elevator and did not let the flat car wait any longer.
Some people expressed anger that they couldn't get into the elevator, but when the flat car, which was still dripping with blood, was pushed over, they all fell silent.
Except for rare circumstances, no one will compete with emergency patients for the elevator.
After sending the patient all the way to the operating room, Zheng Ren breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed that the problem was not serious. He watched the patient being sent in, grabbed a nurse, and said, "Please give me a bottle of saline."
Zheng Ren's hands were stained with blood and the patient's respiratory secretions. The nurse glared at him with disgust and left without saying a word.
So helpless... Where is Dean Wang? Only then did Zheng Ren notice that Dean Wang was missing.
Where can I change my clothes
In a strange operating room, with a strange and unfriendly nurse, Zheng Ren was covered in blood and secretions, and was a little confused.
"Bang~" The door of the operating room opened, and Dean Wang and Liu Xuzhi hurried in.
Lao Liu was a little better, but Dean Wang's face turned purple and he was running all the way. He almost tried his best to catch up at this time.
After all, he is over 50 years old and lacks exercise all year round, so his body cannot keep up. Zheng Ren also understands this.
"Boss Zheng, you run so fast." Dean Wang said breathlessly.
"Take me to change clothes. Are the people from the general surgery department here? Is the blood ready?" Zheng Ren asked.
Dean Wang still knew nothing.
The rescue was not under control at all, and Zheng Ren was helpless.
There was no one around him. He didn't look like the director of a hospital at all. Zheng Ren smiled bitterly. He was probably brought here from home by Fan Tao, and no one in the dean's office knew about these things.
Dean Wang took him to the locker room. Zheng Ren found a tap and rinsed his mouth vigorously.
Suctioning phlegm from mouth to mouth feels really bad, Zheng Ren thought to himself. Fortunately, the patient was saved. If he had not been saved, his mood would have been even worse.
"Boss Zheng, did you do artificial respiration just now?" Dean Wang asked while changing clothes.
"The phlegm blocked the airway, so I sucked it out." Zheng Ren rinsed his mouth three times, wiped his face with cold water, took off his isolation gown, wiped his face randomly, and put on a new isolation gown.
Dean Wang only knew how to suck phlegm from mouth to mouth, but he didn't expect to see it with his own eyes. He was startled.
You can't think about this. The more you think about it, the more disgusting it becomes.
However, the effect was immediate. The little girl's face turned purple from holding back the pain and she kept twitching on the flat car. Zheng Ren was really afraid that he would hit the electroplating rod during his agitation and cause new damage to his abdominal cavity.
"Dean Wang, the patient's blood has been sent for examination." Although Zheng Ren knew that the dean knew almost nothing, he still asked tentatively.
"It should have been given away."
"You can ask me over there to see the results of hepatitis B, C, syphilis, and AIDS." Zheng Ren said.
Although there is no label on the system panel, what if these infectious diseases were missed by a big pig
He didn't think about it during the rescue, and Zheng Ren didn't have time to think about it at that time. But when he relaxed a little, Zheng Ren immediately realized this.
"Oh, okay, okay." Dean Wang responded quickly.
Xilin Town People's Hospital still has these examinations. If you haven't checked it yet, check it again.
"Boss Zheng, can the patient survive?" Dean Wang asked this question again. This was a point of confusion for him.
Fortunately, Boss Zheng from 912 is here. If not, the child would be cooking corpses now.
Zheng Ren sighed.
If this side of the rescue is more skilled, there should be no problem.
Whether in Haicheng or on 912, there is no possibility of death.
But in this small border hospital, Zheng Ren himself was not sure. It’s not that I don’t have confidence in my own rescue techniques and level, God knows what will happen inside!
The hardest part was solved by myself... Forget it, let's take a look. The level of first aid here is so poor that I don’t feel confident until I see the operation being completed.
After surgery…
Alas, Zheng Ren sighed and said, "Dean Wang, are you familiar with the ICU in the province?"
"I..." Dean Wang immediately realized what Zheng Ren meant. He thought for a moment and said, "I'm calling for help and asking a teacher to come and support me."
"Yeah." Zheng Ren felt relieved this time.
It was just a simple trauma, not particularly complicated, and since the patient was young, the body should recover extremely quickly. Once the surgery is done, and there are doctors at the provincial hospital ICU guarding the hospital, the problem won't be big.
After changing clothes, Zheng Ren and Director Wang walked into the operating room.
There are very few operating rooms, only 5. The lights in the last operating room were on, indicating that the operation was in progress.
Zheng Ren walked over directly.
"Boss Zheng, you did a great job in the interventional surgery." Dean Wang didn't know what to say, so he could only praise it in a moderate way.
"Oh, I am a commoner, I did interventional surgery, and I became a monk halfway." Zheng Ren said.
"..." Dean Wang was startled for a moment, then understood. He is a professor of 912. He looks young, but he cannot be scornful.
He rushed in front of Zheng Ren and opened the sensor door.
"Ours is a newly built laminar flow operating room in the past few years. It is the best in a radius of hundreds of miles." Dean Wang introduced.
Zheng Ren has no idea about this.
The operating room has laminar flow, isn't that what it should be? But think about it, it is not easy to have a laminar flow operating room in a small town like this.
Entering the operating room, the tracheal intubation had just been inserted, and the anesthesiologist was adjusting the parameters of the ventilator with a book at hand.
Zheng Ren looked at it and felt a chill in his heart.
Dean Wang had been paying attention to Zheng Ren's expression. He quickly explained: "We cannot do general anesthesia for children here. If there are similar patients, please go to the province."