Bang bang bang, the doctors and nurses present seemed to be able to hear their own heartbeats.
This moment is tense.
When the puncture needle reached a certain depth, the needle suddenly tilted downward.
This action made the nurse take a breath. The two male doctors watching from behind also had a look of shock in their eyes.
Xin Yanjun's hand holding the puncture needle almost trembled. She continued to hold on because of her trust in the student's doctor's intuition. Yes, it was classmate Xie who just helped her tilt the angle of the needle.
Inserting the needle so deeply and then deflecting it is like a small boat sailing into a deep-water minefield and suddenly turning. It is clearly like a momentary gamble of life and death. Either it turns through the minefield, or it fails to completely avoid stepping on the minefield.
In the area or hit a minefield, it explodes.
This is not simply a crooked angle, but a downward crooked angle. Everyone knows that the more organs underneath, the easier it is to trip up.
It felt like the operator was self-destructing with this action. No wonder the nurse and two male doctors who were watching were surprised.
Xie Wanying's lips seemed to open, and her hand led the teacher's hand to pull back the syringe lever.
The lever of the syringe slowly retreated, and the yellow liquid drained from the puncture needle into the syringe barrel. As the level of the yellow liquid continued to rise, everyone knew that the puncture was successful.
Looking at the patient again, his complexion was stable, there were no symptoms of pleural reaction such as dizziness or paleness, and there was no unexpected situation of massive bleeding.
The next step is for the doctor to determine how much fluid needs to be extracted. The number written in the textbook is too general, ranging from hundreds to thousands of milliliters. The specific decision depends on the individual clinical situation of the patient.
Seeing that the doctor who performed the operation had withdrawn a few hundred milliliters, he seemed to feel that it was almost done. He was not prepared to leave the needle and wanted to withdraw it. Suddenly, the needle was angled again.
At this time, the nurse let out a low exclamation, but fortunately the patient did not see or hear it.
The eyes of the two male doctors were locked on Xie Wanying's head. Her four pupils were narrowed as if she didn't know what to say. They clearly saw that the angle of the needle just now was done by her with the operator and not by others.
people.
The angle of injection again was very subtle and did not cause any discomfort to the patient. The syringe continued to withdraw, and this time the remaining 300 ml of fluid was withdrawn again.
The medical staff at the scene could hear that the patient's exhalation was obviously becoming more and more relaxed and comfortable, as if the mountain that was weighing on his breathing had finally been removed, and a long breath of relief came out of his mouth.
"Hey." The patient expressed his gratitude to the doctor on the spot and said, "Dr. Xin, thank you, I'm much better."
Previously, he had been holding something tight in his chest until he could barely breathe. Wearing a nasal cannula to inhale oxygen and infusion was of no use. Only the doctor's injection today finally made him feel like he had come back from the hell.
The patient thanked him, and the two female doctors who performed the operation were very pleased and encouraged. The expressions of the two male doctors who were watching seemed a little complicated.
The operation ended successfully.
As soon as Xie Wanying's hand left Teacher Xin's arm, she suddenly heard a sound above her head.
"Xie, Wan, Ying."
Who? She had a voice she had never heard before. She seemed to be a stranger. How could she know her name? Xie Wanying raised her head and saw the male doctor standing next to her.
The other party was tall and thin, a bit like a telegraph pole, with a face that was rare for boys. His eyes were like lancets, and his eyes were piercing her face with a burning look, and the corners of his mouth were curved in a picky way.
