Thanks to Senior Brother Cao, she got her somewhat messy thoughts back on track. She was not fully mentally prepared for the sudden deterioration of the child's condition. This lack of experience meant that she could not do it safely for the three seniors.
Reasons to face.
Cao Yong felt a dim light in his eyes like shooting stars streaking across the night sky.
Zhang Huayao's mature and handsome eyebrows raised quietly: She is a medical student after all. She has not seen many scenes of patients dying directly in front of the doctor. If she has seen too many, she will definitely be a little indifferent and numb like the three of them.
, so we can do it step by step.
It is not enough for a doctor to just focus on saving people. Doctors need to adjust themselves first.
Fortunately, after Cao Yong helped her adjust, she seemed to have quickly regained her feeling.
Zhang Huayao cast another thoughtful look on Cao Yong's face. This man was deceived by Dean Wu into being an outsider. Now he doesn't know whether it's good or bad. He is obviously capable of being outside the mind.
Don't think that the bosses were distracted while rescuing the child. Zhang Huayao suddenly turned his head and asked Fu Xinheng, "How? Have you done it almost fifteen times?"
Boss Zhang was professionally counting the number of times others performed heart compressions.
"Twelve." Fu Xinheng replied, focusing entirely on the child's little heart without paying the slightest attention. His eyes seemed to become more and more frozen as time went by.
Breathing was not open, so his cardiac compressions could only be considered as pressing on the child's heart to allow the heart's blood to continue pumping out and returning in a short period of time, buying some time to open the airway.
If Xie Wanying could no longer open the airway, he would have to calculate in his mind when the time would come to end the rescue. Because doctors cannot bother with a patient who has died because he cannot be saved. That is not saving lives.
Zhang Huayao looked back at the door panel again, also preparing for the worst. The nurse hadn't even been able to pull in the ECG defibrillator yet. Do you need him to yell again?
Afraid that the reactions of the other two would affect the junior sister's mood, Cao Yong pressed his hand on the junior sister's back again.
Senior Brother Cao was soothing her heart because he was afraid that she would be too anxious and that she might be too sad. Xie Wanying could feel a warm injection adding strength to her. When she reopened her eyelids, the two forceps holding them
The force of the hand reaches a certain limit.
Whether it worked or not, she really tried her best.
At the same time, Fu Xinheng instantly stopped pressing the heart with the palm of his right hand.
"Has the heartbeat recovered?" Zhang Huayao first noticed his movement trend and asked.
"It should be." Fu Xinheng's hand was trying to determine the child's heartbeat. Without a stethoscope, he could only feel the carotid artery and the apical pulse at the child's heart.
Zhang Huayao lowered his head, leaned close to the child's head and listened to the child's breathing.
Huh, huff, huff, the air was exhaled from Sisi's little nasal cavity. With the rise and fall of her little chest, the child once again coughed with intention in her throat. It was not the same as the desperate sound of almost suffocation before.
The same thing is that this time the uh-uh-uh was followed by a cough-cough-cough sound. Cough-cough-cough means that there is airflow in the trachea.
After a while, a teary expression appeared in the child's open eyelids. The little guy seemed to know that he had just walked back and forth from the hell gate and had not completely come out. His little eyes were full of fear. His small trachea was intermittently shaking.
Cough, cough, cough, the little body is reacting on its own, trying to drive death out of its body.