"Yes, just a few years after graduation." Qin Fan answered truthfully.
At this time, a passenger suggested: "Western medicine is better than Chinese medicine in first aid, so let's let Western medicine do it."
"Yes, Chinese medicine is a slow doctor."
After hearing the suggestions from the passengers, Dr. Xiong also showed a bit of pride without realizing it.
Volunteered and said: "Then I'd better go, Doctor Qin, what do you think?"
Qin Fan didn't care and nodded slightly.
The flight attendant looked at Qin Fan and finally set her sights on Dr. Xiong.
For flight attendants, this is the time to choose Dr. Xiong, a prudent Western medicine doctor.
What's more, the suggestions from the passengers around me are also right.
In the eyes of most people, Chinese medicine practitioners are known to be slow doctors, and such a young Chinese medicine practitioner does not make people feel much trust.
"Okay! Doctor Xiong, please come with me," the flight attendant said.
She bowed slightly to Qin Fan again and said thank you, "Thank you, Doctor Qin, as long as I have Doctor Xiong."
Qin Fan nodded and didn't say anything. A doctor's duty is to save lives and heal the wounded, and it doesn't matter who does it.
"Huh! You're out of your mind, mind your own business." It was still the thin woman's voice.
"Baby, why do you care so much?"
Although the conversation between the two was very low, they were very close to Qin Fan, so it still reached his ears.
"There are really all kinds of people in this world." Qin Fan sighed in his heart.
Doctor Xiong followed the flight attendant to the first class cabin.
I saw a well-dressed male passenger with gray temples, about sixty years old, slumped in his seat.
A bewildered old woman kept calling to the old man, but the old man seemed completely unconscious.
The passengers around him were in a state of confusion and inexplicable panic.
Dr. Xiong took over the professional first aid kit, found a blood pressure measuring device, a stethoscope, etc., and examined the elderly man skillfully.
After this inspection, he was immediately dumbfounded.
Even the blood pressure couldn't be measured. He quickly listened to the heart sounds, but they couldn't hear them either. He looked at the old man's pupils, which were dilated and his face was pale and purplish.
I couldn't feel my pulse again.
A few words suddenly popped up in my mind, "Cardiac arrest!"
In Western medicine, once cardiac arrest occurs, it is a sign of clinical death.
"No, he has a cardiac arrest. I need to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation on him." Dr. Xiong frowned and said decisively.
The people around him quickly got out of the way and carried the old man to a flat place.
Doctor Xiong performed emergency rescue on the old man by performing chest cardiac compressions.
The old woman beside her was so confused that she burst into tears.
As time passed, the old man's condition gradually worsened and did not improve.
Dr. Xiong's forehead was gradually covered with sweat, and he seemed a little overwhelmed.
When the tall flight attendant saw this, she was so anxious that she tightened her hands.
Suddenly, she thought of a young Chinese medicine doctor.
Regardless of whether it works or not, you have to give it a try. After all, life is at stake.
She turned around and walked quickly to the economy class.
Qin Fan was still sitting in his seat with his eyes closed to rest.
Passengers all around were whispering about this topic, what was the situation, and whether they had been rescued.
At this moment, the tall stewardess walked over quickly again. Many passengers felt heavy in their hearts when they saw her hurried expression.
"Doctor Qin, Doctor Qin?"
"What's wrong?" Qin Fan opened his eyes and asked.
"Go and help quickly. The patient has suffered a cardiac arrest. Dr. Xiong is performing chest cardiac compressions, but it seems to have no effect."
Suddenly, there was silence in the cabin.
"Qin Fan, go and take a look." Zhou Yulan also said.
Qin Fan nodded, stood up hurriedly, and walked towards the first class cabin.
The tall flight attendant quickly followed.
As soon as I walked to the first class cabin, I met Dr. Xiong who was sweating profusely and dejected.
"Doctor Xiong, what's wrong?" Qin Fan asked.
The tall flight attendant's heart sank, and an ominous premonition came to mind.
Doctor Xiong shook his head silently and sighed.
The meaning is very clear, the old man is definitely dead.
Seeing him in this condition, there was a dead silence in the cabin, and many people sighed in sympathy.
Qin Fan frowned slightly, thought for a while, and quickly walked into the first class cabin.
Doctor Xiong was startled, looked at each other and the stewardess, and quickly followed.
The old woman was crying on the old man's body, looking very helpless.
"Auntie, let me take a look." Qin Fan said.
He couldn't help but check his pulse, and indeed, there was no pulse at all.
Looking again, he found that the old man's body was already flat, and the yin and yang were separated. He pressed the carotid artery carefully and found that there was still an extremely weak beat.
It can be said that there is only a trace of vitality left.
"Is there any hope? Is there acupuncture on the plane?" Qin Fan asked while hurriedly continuing to perform heart compressions on the old man.
There was acupuncture in his bag, but unfortunately he couldn't take it on the plane, so he had to temporarily check it in his suitcase.
"No?" said the tall stewardess.
"Where's the sewing needle?"
"No?" The tall flight attendant shook her head.
Qin Fan was also speechless. How can we give first aid without a needle?!
"Dr. Qin, do you think it's still possible to save him? But all signs of his life have stopped." Dr. Xiong said in disbelief.
"Yes, there are indeed no signs of life on the surface, but it's not too late."
Doctor Xiong smiled bitterly and shook his head without saying anything.
When Qin Fan wants to save someone, he can't say that there is no way to save him or that you can't save him.
At this moment, the tall stewardess suddenly thought of disposable syringes.
"There is a syringe in the first aid kit. Can I use a needle?"
Qin Fan's eyes lit up and he nodded.
The tall stewardess hurriedly pulled out a disposable syringe.
Qin Fan took off the needle and without hesitation pricked the old man's acupuncture points such as Laogong and Yongquan.
The power of merit also penetrates directly into the old man's body.
His skillful acupuncture techniques stunned Dr. Xiong beside him. He didn't look like an intern who had just graduated from school.
What's more, this is the first time I've seen acupuncture used to rescue critical patients with cardiac arrest.
One minute, five minutes, everyone saw that the old man still showed no improvement.
No one said anything, and they all pinned their slim hopes on Qin Fan.
In just ten minutes, it felt like a long century had passed for everyone, and many people felt that there was no hope.
But Qin Fan didn't stop. Only he could clearly feel that the old man's vitality had been brought back by him.
"Dr. Qin, it's useless..." Dr. Xiong couldn't help but persuade again.
The passengers around him were also filled with regret. It was hard for anyone to see a living life disappear before their eyes.
At this moment, the old man suddenly took a deep breath, as if he wanted to suck all the fresh air into his lungs.
The voice was very soft, but it was enough to break time and space and make Doctor Xiong choke on the second half of his sentence.
His eyes widened in surprise and his mouth opened in an O shape.
How is this possible? He obviously checked and found no vital signs.
After being briefly surprised, the passengers around him suddenly became excited and couldn't help but stand up.
"That's great, I'm really saved!"
"This doctor uses acupuncture of traditional Chinese medicine, which is amazing!"
The person who was declared dead was actually revived with acupuncture in front of their eyes.
The tall stewardess reacted from the shock and couldn't imagine it.
She was so excited that she turned around and hugged the flight attendant next to her, crying with joy.
Then, the old man began to breathe on his own, and his complexion gradually turned from pale and blue at the beginning to a little rosy.
Gradually, the old man's heartbeat became more and more regular, and his heart rate and blood pressure finally returned to normal.
Qin Fan smiled slightly and then breathed a sigh of relief.
"Doctor Xiong, check him out quickly." Qin Fan gestured.
"Oh~ OK!"
Dr. Xiong woke up from a dream and quickly measured the old man's blood pressure.
"Old man, old man!" the old woman quickly shouted softly.
"Hmm~" The old man hummed softly and slowly opened his eyes.
"Old man, what happened to you just now?" the old woman cried.
"Oh, I suddenly had difficulty breathing, palpitations, and then I didn't know anything."
"You almost died, but this little doctor saved you." The old woman wiped her tears and pointed at Qin Fan.
"Thank you, young man." the old man said.
"Haha, old man, don't thank me alone."
"If Dr. Xiong didn't insist on doing heart compressions at first, you wouldn't be able to persist now."
"The entire crew also went around to find a doctor for you, so we all worked together to save you." Qin Fan said with a smile.
"Yes, thank you!"
Only then did the old woman remember and quickly thanked Dr. Xiong and the stewardess.
In the cabin, someone took the lead and clapped their hands. Suddenly, there was a round of applause.
Although Doctor Xiong was smiling, his face was burning.
He insisted on performing heart compressions, but he did not persist until the end. If Qin Fan had not persisted, the old man would really have died.
When he thought about how he had initially said that Chinese medicine doctors were slow doctors and volunteered to come first, his ears suddenly turned red.
Qin Fan gave the old man a few words, and then he and Dr. Xiong prepared to return to the economy class.