Looking back at when this accident started, it should be counted from when the Poison King spoke after coming to work. Zhang Da Lao, the Poison King, is right, and he will let you die from the "poison".

If it wasn't poison, what was it? He came to the patient's bed and leaned over to check, but the patient's irritable hand grabbed his surgical mask and took it off. Then, the blood spit out by the patient after a violent cough splashed on his left face.

Don't think that doctors are really "insensitive" and can feel nothing when being splashed with pollutants. No, he is just a person like Dr. Lin Hao, he has no special physique, and his reaction is no different from that of normal people.

In an instant, he felt like vomiting blood along with the patient.

What to do? As a doctor, you can only endure and must endure, even when your stomach is churning like Lin Hao, you still have a cool face pretending to be a genius doctor as if you don't care.

In this situation, it is not easy for the brain to deceive itself successfully, so the only thing to do now is to complain about Zhang the Poison King.

Crazy is going crazy.

The patient spat out another mouthful of blood. His pupils shrank.

Maybe it was because his brain was numbed by more than a year of clinical training, but his first reaction at this moment was not to avoid the blood, but to hold the patient's head to the left with his hand, allowing the blood to flow out of the patient's trachea as smoothly as possible to avoid suffocation.

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Seeing the patient coughing up blood, Lin Hao felt his gloved fingertips become cold and he threw the sticky blood on his left cheek to the back of his mind.

If this continues, the patient will suffocate sooner or later and die. How could he not feel cold and trembling?

Beep, beep, the alarm on the monitor kept going off. First, the patient's coughing caused the heart rate to fluctuate greatly, and now the blood oxygen saturation value was jumping red.

Lin Hao took a sharp breath.

He guessed it right. The blood oxygen level kept dropping and was almost below 80%.

"Doctor Lin." The nurse ran back with a suction tube, a negative pressure bottle and a series of suction devices, and asked for the doctor's advice.

The main reason was that the patient had just been sent to the hospital emergency room, and the condition suddenly changed before everything was prepared, so the medical staff could only deal with it in a hurry.

"Suck, suck--" two words came out of Lin Hao's mouth.

The nurse connected the connecting tube and negative pressure bottle to the central negative pressure suction device at the patient's bedside, turned on the negative pressure, and shouted, "OK." Then, following the doctor's instructions, she took the suction tube with her gloved hands and brought it close to the patient's mouth and nose. She found that the patient's mouth was opening and closing when he coughed, making it difficult to cooperate in sucking out blood clots, so she shouted again, "Someone help pry the patient's mouth open."

A colleague called out, and another nurse arrived at the scene to provide support. Seeing the doctor holding the patient's head, she reminded him, "Doctor Lin."

Lin Hao seemed to be in a daze.

Then Nurse Li came over and asked the attending doctor, "Should we contact the internal medicine department or the surgery department?"

The more chaotic the situation, the more anxious you are. However, when it comes to emergency situations, rescue is often accompanied by constant noise all around, like the tsunami in a vegetable market that can drown the heads of central decision-makers.

Lin Hao's ears were buzzing, and he could hardly remember what he was thinking about half a second ago. In this state, how could he maintain normal coherent thinking and make scientific, logical and sound medical decisions?

It’s so difficult. It turns out that it is so difficult to become a doctor and practice medicine independently.