Zheng Ren looked up. The color of the waiter's system panel quickly turned from light green to red. A diagnosis appeared in front of Zheng Ren's eyes - tension pneumothorax.
This is a fatal disease.
Tension pneumothorax refers to a large pulmonary air bubble rupture or a large and deep lung laceration or bronchial rupture. The tear is connected to the pleural cavity and forms a one-way valve.
When inhaling, air enters the pleural cavity from the crack, and when exhaling, the valve closes and the air in the cavity cannot be discharged, causing the pressure in the pleural cavity to continuously increase, compressing the lungs and causing them to gradually collapse.
If the high-pressure air in the pleural cavity is squeezed into the mediastinum, it will spread to the subcutaneous tissue, forming subcutaneous emphysema in the neck, face, chest, etc.
This disease has an acute onset, and if it is delayed for a period of time, it can easily become fatal.
The waiters are as tall and thin as bamboo poles.
Young men of this stature are most likely to suffer from spontaneous pneumothorax.
Zheng Ren stood up suddenly, let go of Xie Yiren's hand, and strode to the waiter's side.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Zheng Ren asked gently.
Switch from diner mode to doctor mode and prepare for emergency rescue without any obstacles.
The waiter was very young, no more than 20 years old. I was so busy that I was sweating and my face was flushed.
But in just a moment, the blood on his face receded like a tide, followed by a pale whiteness.
He nodded, trying to smile to show that he was okay.
But there was a sharp pain in his chest before, and now he started to have chest tightness and he began to breathe rapidly.
Zheng Ren knew that this was the body's natural reaction.
In a hypoxic state, you naturally have to breathe hard, just like in a plateau area at an altitude of 4,000 meters.
But the more you inhale, the more air appears in the chest cavity, and the faster the lung tissue compresses.
The lung tissue is quickly squashed, causing difficulty breathing and the patient continues to struggle to breathe.
This is a negative feedback process, and it is also the reason why patients with tension pneumothorax have an acute onset of illness and a very high risk of death.
"Don't worry, sit down." Zheng Ren held the young man's arm, supported his body, and helped him sit down on a chair next to him.
"What are you doing!" The person sitting there was also carrying a bottle of wine. He looked drunk and had an unhappy look on his face, completely unaware of the situation.
"Please excuse me, he is ill," Zheng Ren said.
"Why! I'm here to consume." The man shouted with his eyes widened.
Su Yun came over with a chair, and together with Zheng Ren, he helped the waiter sit down, without paying attention to the middle-aged man next to him.
There is no point in arguing at this time.
Besides, they were right, he was here to eat, not a doctor, so he didn't know what was going on.
Even doctors, except for idiots like Zheng Ren, no one knew what happened.
Helping the waiter to sit down, Zheng Ren tore off his shirt and put his ear to it.
"Spontaneous pneumothorax?" Lao He stood up and asked with some confusion.
"Maybe the boss is doing a physical examination." Su Yun then turned around and asked, "Xiao Feng, do you have a stethoscope?"
Feng Xuhui was speechless.
Although the box is large, it is all interventional supplies. Who needs to bring a first aid kit when going out
Besides, given the scope of Boss Zheng's surgery, a first aid kit alone might not be enough.
Su Yun was also very sorry. When he saw Zheng Ren raising his head, he began to percuss.
Place your left hand on the chest wall of the attendant, tap the middle finger of your right hand on the joint of the middle finger of your left hand, and shock the patient's chest wall, making a percussion sound.
The sound wasn't too loud, but Su Yun could tell something was wrong.
If he can't understand the most basic thoracic surgery examination, he can go to bed.
Lao He also heard something abnormal and said in astonishment: "It's really a pneumothorax."
As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and started dialing 120.
"Lao He, if you call 120, you'd better bring a breast bottle." Zheng Ren said in a deep voice.
"Tension pneumothorax?!" Su Yun asked.
Zheng Ren nodded.
The surrounding diners looked at what was happening here and talked a lot.
"What happened to the waiter?"
"I don't know, tsk tsk, the clothes are torn. Does that young man still have this habit? This is harassment, right? It's in broad daylight, it's indecent."
"Why didn't that person fight back? The waiter can't be bullied. It's simply too much!"
Several diners with a strong sense of justice stood up and denounced Zheng Ren.
The boss also walked out of it and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "What's wrong?"
"He had a sudden pneumothorax... He was very ill and the 120 ambulance was called." Zheng Ren said, "Do you have a syringe?"
"My meat is never filled with water, where do you get the syringe?" the boss said angrily.
As for pneumothorax, the 120 ambulance was so far away from him, and it was far less simple and direct than injecting water into the meat.
Zheng Ren was speechless, what the hell!
The waiter's expression became worse and worse, and no matter how Zheng Ren comforted him, his breathing became more and more rapid.
"Did you cut the bag open?" Although Lao He knew not, he still asked subconsciously.
Fortunately, Boss Zheng asked the 120 ambulance to come over with a chest bottle, and he just had to wait a few minutes for the ambulance to arrive.
Once the closed drainage is put in, the patient will be fine.
This is a small matter, a small matter, Lao He comforted himself.
But before he heard the hoarse roar of the 120 ambulance, the young waiter was already weak, dripping with sweat, and his lips were blue. He was like a fish thrown to the shore, trying to open his mouth wide to breathe in the air.
"Calm down! Don't exert so much force, relax, relax." Zheng Ren anxiously comforted the waiter while looking around for something handy.
If it doesn't work, you can only buy it from the system space.
But conjuring something with bare hands in front of everyone can be fatal.
Zheng Ren gritted his teeth, his masseter muscles bulged, and he looked serious.
"Mr. Zheng, what do you want?" Fan Tianshui came over and wanted to help.
"Syringe, pump out the air. If you don't have a syringe, a needle will do. Just insert the air in and let it out and it will feel better." Su Yun was also looking for something.
But the syringe…
People who carry syringes with them would not dare to take them out and give them to the waiter.
If that doesn't work, we can only use a cleaner knife, Zheng Ren thought.
Fan Tianshui thought for a while, grabbed a handful of straws from the checkout counter, and asked, "Mr. Zheng, is it like this? Will it be fine if you insert it in?"
"Yeah." Zheng Ren's eyes lit up, "Go find a knife."
"Oh." Su Yun quickly ran to the kitchen.
Fan Tianshui hesitated for a moment, picked up a straw, opened the outer packaging, and asked carefully: "Mr. Zheng, are you preparing to make an incision and stuff this in?"
"Um."
"Which position?"
Zheng Ren felt that Fan Tianshui talked a bit too much today, but he still pointed to the second intercostal space at the midclavicular line of the patient's left chest wall.
He then left traces there with his fingernails.
As soon as his hand left, Zheng Ren was shocked to see Fan Tianshui holding the straw between two fingers and stabbing the patient's chest wall like a dagger.