Thanks to Senior Brother Cao, she got her messy thoughts back on track. She was not fully prepared for the sudden deterioration of the child's condition. This lack of experience was the reason why she could not face it calmly like the three seniors.
A dark light flashed in Cao Yong's eyes like a shooting star across the night sky.
Zhang Huayao raised his mature and handsome eyebrows quietly: After all, she is a medical student, and she has seen many patients die in front of doctors. If she has seen it too often, she will definitely be indifferent like the three of them, and she will be numb, so she can do it step by step.
It is not enough for doctors to just think about saving people. Doctors need to adjust themselves first.
Fortunately, after Cao Yong helped her adjust, she seemed to have regained her feeling quickly.
Zhang Huayao cast another thoughtful glance at Cao Yong's face. This man was tricked by Dean Wu into going to the Department of Neurosurgery. Now he didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. He obviously had the ability to go to the Department of Neurosurgery.
Don't think that the bosses were distracted during the rescue of the child. Zhang Huayao suddenly turned around and asked Fu Xinheng: "How is it? Have you done it for almost fifteen times?"
Boss Zhang was professionally counting the number of times others performed cardiac compressions.
"Twelve." Fu Xinheng answered, his attention still completely focused on the child's little heart. He did not spare the slightest concentration. His eyes seemed to become colder and colder as time passed.
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Since the breathing is not unblocked, his cardiac compression can only be regarded as pressing on the child's heart to allow the blood to continue to be pumped out and flow back in the heart for a short period of time, buying some time to open the airway.
If Xie Wanying could no longer open up her airway, he would have to calculate in his mind when to end the rescue, because doctors cannot waste time on a patient who is already dead and cannot be saved, because that is not saving lives.
Zhang Huayao looked back at the door, preparing for the worst. The nurse hadn't even been able to pull the defibrillator in yet. Did he need to yell again?
Afraid that the reactions of the other two would affect the little junior sister's mood, Cao Yong pressed his hand on the little junior sister's back again.
Senior Brother Cao was trying to comfort her because he was afraid that she would be too anxious and too sad. Xie Wanying could feel a warm infusion giving her strength, and when she opened her eyelids again, the two hands holding the pliers exerted force to a certain limit.
Whether it worked or not, she really tried her best.
At the same time, Fu Xinheng instantly stopped pressing his heart with the palm of his right hand.
"Has your heartbeat recovered?" Zhang Huayao asked after noticing the trend of his movements.
"It should be." Fu Xinheng's hands were checking the child's heartbeat. Without a stethoscope, he could only touch the carotid artery and the apex pulse at the child's heart.
Zhang Huayao tilted his head, moved close to the child's head and listened attentively to the child's breathing.
Huh, huh, huh, gas came out of Sisi's little nose. As her little chest rose and fell, the child once again made a choking sound in her little throat. Unlike the desperate sound of suffocation before, this time there was a coughing sound after the urinating sound. Coughing coughing, it means that there is air flowing in the trachea.
After a while, the child opened his eyelids and had a tearful expression. The little guy seemed to know that he had just walked back and forth from the gates of hell and had not completely walked out. His eyes were full of fear. He coughed intermittently in his trachea. His little body was reacting on its own, trying to drive the god of death out of his body.
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