"Connect the puncture needle to the saline syringe and put on the fingertips of cut sterile gloves. Do you know what this is for?"
The teacher asked a question, and Xie Wanying replied: "The fingertips of this half of the glove are used as a one-way valve. It allows the air in the patient's chest to be easily discharged, but the outside air cannot enter the patient's chest through here."
"Okay." Fu Xinheng said, "Get ready to disinfect the skin."
The words "disinfect skin" indicate that a puncture is about to be performed.
Dr. Jin plopped down and sat down on the chair, frowning and looking at the robot Fu Xinheng, not knowing what to say at all.
She is a neurologist, not a cardiac surgeon. She is in no position to compete with Fu Xinheng for command over this matter. Besides, she couldn't stop her even if she wanted to.
Turning his head, Dr. Jin looked at the expressions of Dr. Yang and Dr. Lin.
Doctor Yang rubbed his eyebrows. He was not qualified to compete with Fu Xinheng for command. He was a third-tier officer and he was a second-tier boss.
Dr. Lin put his hands in the pockets of his white coat. Silence is golden.
Maybe she should call Huang Zhilei. Doctor Jin had an idea and turned around to touch the mobile phone in his pocket. Fu Xinheng's eyes behind her were staring at her, making her dare not move any more. Doctor Jin could only curse in his heart: This robot has such eyes.
tip!
"Tell me the puncture location." Fu Xinheng said.
"The patient has a right-sided pneumothorax. The puncture site is located in the second intercostal space of the right midclavicular line. The right midclavicular line is at the midpoint of the right midaxillary line and the midsternal line. The needle can be inserted by touching the upper edge of the third rib."
"If you encounter an obstacle, it means you have reached the pleural cavity and you can pump air. Then insert the needle and withdraw the steel core about 0.5 centimeters." Fu Xinheng guided.
"is teacher."
When Xie Wanying was talking, Zhao Zhaowei's hand that was helping her hold the phone trembled from time to time. Listening to what she said, he seemed to understand. The problem was that they used dead people to learn anatomical positions, not living people. To be honest,
He was afraid and didn't know where she got the courage to do this. If she made a mistake and someone died, would she still be able to be a doctor?
Two traffic policemen were watching from outside the car, not daring to express their anger.
"The patient is thin, and it is easy to feel the sternal angle. The right one is the second rib, and the third rib is below." Xie Wanying's left finger determined the position and disinfected the skin. She raised the puncture needle with her right hand and asked for instructions, "Teacher, if you agree,
, I am now performing puncture on the patient."
The patient is not very conscious and does not need anesthesia.
Zhao Zhaowei closed his eyelids and did not dare to look.
Seeing Zhao Zhaowei's expression, the two traffic policemen looked sideways at other places, feeling that the next scene would be terrifying.
In the hospital, Dr. Jin stood up again: "How about——"
Fu Xinheng said to Dr. Jin: "Shut your mouth or get out."
Dr. Jin sat back on the chair again, wiped his face vigorously with both hands, and stared at Dr. Yang and Dr. Lin: What do you say?
Dr. Yang and Dr. Lin were silent.
"Insert the needle vertically at 90 degrees." Fu Xinheng gave the permission command.
The puncture needle penetrates the patient's skin vertically, which only takes one to a few seconds. But to these people today, one second feels like tens of thousands of years.
Dr. Jin felt her heart beating so fast that she felt like she was going to faint. She stared at the white ceiling with wide eyes, but there was no reply.
After all, we are on the highway, and the surrounding sounds are too noisy. There is always noise coming from the mobile phone, and it is difficult to hear clearly here.
Dr. Jin jumped up and shouted: "Zhao Zhaowei!"
Hearing the teacher's voice, Zhao Zhaowei opened his eyelids.
