"Are you sure it's tension pneumothorax?" Doctor Yang had to put a big question mark first, because now it was an intern who was diagnosing the patient.
"The patient's right chest is swollen and the intercostal space is enlarged. There is no X-ray machine or CT machine on site to perform an examination. So, Doctor Yang, I will ask you to listen to the patient's breathing first."
The female voice on the other side was so calm that it was beyond the expectations of all the teachers present!
Dr. Jin swallowed in surprise: Is this female intern that has been rumored in the hospital these days really so amazing?
Doctor Lin raised his eyebrows: That’s expected.
As for Doctor Yang, he just stared blankly.
Fu Xinheng narrowed his eyes, and the strange expressions of Cao Yong and the others last night reappeared in his mind.
The patient's breathing sounds came from the phone: huh, huh, huh. His breathing was becoming shallower, the amplitude of his breathing was obviously decreasing, and it was becoming more and more difficult, as if he was suffocating at any time.
"I will put my fingers on the affected area on the chest for percussion. Teacher Yang, please listen and see if there is a drum sound." Xie Wanying said, holding the mobile phone close to the patient's chest in one hand, and with the other hand, putting three fingers together and gently tapping the patient's diseased area.
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A group of teachers pricked up their ears and listened attentively to every word on the phone, as it was related to the patient's life.
A sound like "dong, dong" was heard.
"I'll put the stethoscope on the patient's chest and try, Teacher Yang, whether you can hear the patient's breathing sounds on the healthy side, and then compare it with the affected side." Next, Xie Wanying took out the stethoscope from the first aid kit and placed the stethoscope under the patient's left clavicle.
I can’t hear it. I can’t hear it at all. This once again shows that the future development of communications is extremely important to the development of medicine.
But it doesn’t matter. Based on the percussion sounds just now, the clinical teachers can preliminarily judge that Xie Wanying’s diagnosis is correct.
"It's a tension pneumothorax. We need to exhaust it quickly!" Dr. Jin said to Dr. Yang.
How can we let an intern operate the device? Dr. Yang asked anxiously, shouting to the other end of the line, "How far are you from the hospital now?"
The first choice is definitely to send him back to the hospital!
The two traffic policemen who were driving the car replied: "It will take at least 30 minutes more."
"Are you sure you can get there in 30 minutes?" asked Doctor Yang.
The traffic police could not guarantee that it would be possible because the road conditions were really bad tonight. It can be seen that it might take much longer than 30 minutes for the patient to reach the hospital.
"It's too late, Dr. Yang." Dr. Jin said anxiously.
The patient's breathing was almost over, and he had to expel the gas first, otherwise his heart would stop.
"What kind of heart disease does he have?" Doctor Yang was also anxious, his voice hoarse.
The patient couldn't speak from the beginning. Xie Wanying had to use a stethoscope to listen to the patient herself, and then use her supernatural powers to make a judgment. After waiting for a while, she didn't hear her answer, and the clinical teacher here didn't know what happened. Doctor Jin shouted: "Zhao Zhaowei!"
Zhao Zhaowei was so nervous that his eyelids twitched. He only answered after hearing the teacher's voice: "Doctor Jin, I'm here."
"What kind of heart disease do you think he has?" asked Dr. Jin.
"Yingying and I don't know. He couldn't speak. Yingying was listening to his heart with a stethoscope." Zhao Zhaowei said stutteringly.
The two students left two completely different impressions on the teachers just by the tone and content of their answers.
"Are they in the same class?" Dr. Yang questioned.
Dr. Jin and Dr. Lin nodded, there was no doubt about that.
Doctor Yang thought of Yue Wentong who went into the operating room with him last night. It seemed that they were in the same class. But they were in the same class, but they were very different. By the way, Yue Wentong did not go to work with the teacher today. He had to take a day off because of something at home.
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