Zhou Junpeng ran as fast as he could and arrived at the consulting room faster than Dr. Xiao and the others. He only glanced at the sick child, turned around and shouted loudly: "Those with extra-neurological problems, stay here."
The group of neurosurgeons who couldn't leave turned back.
"Come here quickly, I'll call your neurosurgery department soon," Zhou Junpeng said.
"Oops, I'm suffocating." Just as he was saying this, Dr. Xiao walked into the clinic to check on the child and yelled for other colleagues to help, "Where's the doctor?"
Dr. Xiao knew that Fan Yunyun was just an intern and that a surgeon might be in urgent need of help at this moment. Because a rheumatologist like Dr. Xiao couldn't tell clearly what kind of first aid measures should be given to the child at this time. He could only
It's because I don't know how to perform surgical operations such as partial incision or I'm not skilled enough to do 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 down now.
Xie Wanying had already turned around and ran away. She was running very fast. When she ran to the clinic, other students caught up with her.
After Song Xuelin saw her starting to run, he was not in a hurry at all and waited for Dr. Xie to take a look first before speaking.
The boy on the treatment bed in the internal medicine clinic is seven years old. He has trismus and a purple complexion. As Dr. Xiao said, he is afraid of suffocation. There is something wrong with his airway.
"Is it laryngitis?" Zhang Desheng and others who followed later observed this situation and discussed it again.
Laryngitis can lead to acute laryngeal obstruction and suffocation death, especially in infants and young children.
"Give me a syringe!" Standing on the side of the child's head, Xie Wanying quickly scanned the child's throat and made a rough judgment, then said.
"Syringe, syringe." Fan Yunyun nervously repeated the order given by Senior Sister Xie, looking around for a syringe. Finally, she discovered that there was a treatment cart in the clinic. There was a stainless steel treatment tray on the upper floor of the cart, and there happened to be a few syringes in it.
I grabbed a two milliliter syringe and asked to go over and give it to my senior sister.
At the same time, someone came over quickly to take something from the nurse's station. He stretched out his hand and pushed Fan Yunyun away with no mercy.
"Who is it?" Fan Yunyun complained as she was pushed suddenly. She looked up and immediately closed her mouth when she saw whose back it was.
She had already experienced how terrifying the talents of the Northern Capital were, and she would never be as stupid as first-time offenders like the Mivenlin Misi people.
"Thank you, Doctor Song." Xie Wanying said when she saw that it was the large syringe and the No. 7 needle.
After Mi Wenlin and Mi Siran came with the large army of senior brothers and sisters, they learned to stand on the outside and keep their mouths shut. Moreover, they couldn't understand why Senior Sister Xie wanted a syringe.
The internal medicine students may be a little confused, but the surgical students are different. Seeing Pan Shihua cooperatively picking up sterile gloves and iodine swabs from the treatment cart, and referring to the large syringe someone took in front of him, Zhang Desheng and the other internal medicine students finally realized:
"I need to do cricothyroid membrane puncture."
Putting on sterile gloves, the assistant quickly helped with disinfection. Before Xie Wanying took the syringe with her right hand, she 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 her left hand, Xie Wanying pulled out the cap of the needle of the syringe she held in her right hand and then gently pricked the needle tip downwards. The punctured place was definitely not the Adam's apple.
The child is twitching, which greatly increases the risk of acupuncture.
