Zhou Junpeng trotted hard, and arrived at the clinic faster than Dr. Xiao and the others. He only looked at the child who was on the disease, turned his head and shouted loudly: "It's beyond the nerves, stay."

A group of neurosurgeons who could not get away turned around.

"Come here quickly, I will call you neurosurgery in a while," said Zhou Junpeng.

"Oh, I'm suffocating." As he was speaking, Dr. Xiao, who walked into the clinic to check the child, shouted and called on other colleagues to help, "Where is Doctor Guan?"

Dr. Xiao knew that Fan Yunyun was just an intern, so she might urgently need a surgeon to help her first. Because a rheumatologist like Dr. Xiao cannot explain what kind of first aid measures should be given to the child at this time, only

It is not good at doing surgical operations such as partial incision or is not proficient in it.

"Senior sister, senior sister!" Fan Yunyun stood at the door of the clinic and asked Senior Sister Xie for help. It would be too late to call the inpatient teacher to come down.

Xie Wanying had turned around and ran, and she was running fast. When she ran to the clinic, the other students followed.

After seeing her start running, Song Xuelin was not in a hurry at all and waited for Dr. Xie to see her first before talking.

The boy in the treatment bed in the internal medicine clinic was seven years old, with his teeth tightly closed and his face was blue and purple. As Dr. Xiao said, he was afraid that he would suffocate. I don’t know what was wrong with the airway.

"Is it laryngitis?" Zhang Desheng and the others followed him later observed this situation and discussed it again.

Acute laryngeal obstruction and asphyxiation death occurs, especially in infants and young children.

"Get a syringe for me!" Standing on the side of the child's head, Xie Wanying's gaze swept across the child's throat and made a general judgment, saying.

"Syringe, syringe." Fan Yunyun nervously repeated the orders that Senior Sister Xie said, looking for syringes everywhere. Finally, she found a treatment car in the clinic. There was a stainless steel treatment plate on the upper floor of the car, and there were just a few syringes in the same way.

I grabbed a two-ml syringe and asked to go over to my senior sister for use.

At the same time, someone rushed over from the nurse's side and reached out to push Fan Yunyun away without any mercy.

"Who?" Fan Yunyun was pushed suddenly and complained. She immediately shut her mouth after looking up to see who was her back.

How terrible is a talented man in Beidu? She has long experienced it in addition to her courage. She will never be like Mivenlin Misiren and others who are stupid for the first time.

"Thank you, Dr. Song." Xie Wanying said, seeing that it was the large syringe and the seventh needle, right?

After Mi Wenlin and Mi Siran came with their senior brothers and sisters, they learned to stand on the outside and study and shut their mouths. Moreover, they couldn't understand what Senior Sister Xie wanted to do for a syringe.

The internal medicine students may be a little confused, but the surgical students are different. Seeing Pan Shihua cooperated to pick up the sterile gloves and iodine cotton swabs from the treatment car, and then referring to the large syringe someone took before, Zhang Desheng and his internal medicine students finally realized that:

"Cripthyroid membrane puncture is needed."

Put on sterile gloves, the assistant quickly helped disinfect. Xie Wanying took the syringe with her right hand and touched the child's throat with her left hand. The anatomical position of the cricothyroid membrane has been discussed before and will not be repeated.

After touching the Adam's apple with his left hand, Xie Wanying pulled out the needle hat and stinged it gently. The place where the needle was stabbed was definitely not the Adam's apple.
Chapter completed!