"The puncture needle is connected to the saline syringe and the cut sterile glove fingertips are put on. Do you know what this is used for?"
The teacher asked, and Xie Wanying answered: "The fingertips of this half glove are used as one-way valves. It allows the gas in the patient's chest cavity to be easily discharged, while the outside air cannot enter the patient's chest cavity through here."
"Okay." Fu Xinheng said, "Get ready to disinfect the skin."
The four words "disinfect skin" indicate that puncture is about to be performed.
Doctor Jin plopped down on the chair, frowning at the robot Fu Xinheng, totally at a loss for words.
She was a neurologist, not a cardiac surgeon. She had no power to compete with Fu Xinheng for command in this matter. Besides, she couldn't even open her mouth to stop him.
Turning around, Dr. Jin looked at the expressions of Dr. Yang and Dr. Lin.
Doctor Yang touched his eyebrows. He was not qualified to compete with Fu Xinheng for command. Others were on the third line and he was on the second line.
Doctor Lin put his hands in the pockets of his white coat and kept silent.
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Maybe I should call Huang Zhilei. Doctor Jin suddenly had an idea and turned around to touch the phone in her pocket. Fu Xinheng's eyes stared at her from behind, making her dare not move. Doctor Jin could only curse in her heart: This robot, his eyes are so sharp!
"Tell me the puncture location." Fu Xinheng said.
"The patient has right-sided pneumothorax. The puncture site is located in the second intercostal space at the right midclavicular line. The right midclavicular line is at the midpoint between the right midaxillary line and the midsternal line. The needle can be inserted when the upper edge of the third rib is touched."
"When you encounter an obstruction, it means you have reached the pleural cavity and you can aspirate the air. Insert the needle about 0.5 cm and then withdraw the steel core." Fu Xinheng instructed.
"Yes, teacher."
When Xie Wanying was talking, Zhao Zhaowei's hands, which were holding the phone for her, trembled from time to time. He seemed to understand what she said, but the problem was that they used dead people, not living people, to learn anatomical positions. To be honest, he was afraid and didn't know where she got the courage to do this. If she was wrong and someone died, could she still be a doctor?
Two traffic policemen watched outside the car, not daring to make a sound.
"The patient is thin, so it's easy to feel the sternal angle. The correct one is the second rib, and the third rib is below it." Xie Wanying used her left finger to determine the position and disinfected the skin. She raised the puncture needle with her right hand and asked, "Teacher, if you agree, I will puncture the patient now."
The patient is not conscious anymore and does not need anesthesia.
Zhao Zhaowei closed his eyes and dared not look.
When the two traffic policemen saw Zhao Zhaowei's expression, they looked away at the same time, 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 in the chair again, rubbed his face vigorously with his hands, and glared at Dr. Yang and Dr. Lin: What do you say?
Doctor Yang and Doctor Lin remained silent.
"Insert the needle vertically at 90 degrees." Fu Xinheng gave the order to allow it.
The puncture needle penetrates the patient's skin vertically, which only takes one to several seconds, but for 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 response.
After all, we were on the highway, the noises around us were too bad, and there was always noise coming from the cell phone, so we couldn't hear clearly from here.
Doctor Jin jumped up and shouted, "Zhao Zhaowei!"
Hearing the teacher's voice, Zhao Zhaowei opened his eyes.
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