"Tell me, do you see the bubbles in the syringe?!" Dr. Jin asked loudly.
Zhao Zhaowei watched with his eyes wide open as the needle held by Xie Wanying entered the patient's skin. As the needle went deeper and deeper, he felt like he couldn't breathe and was afraid that blood would suddenly burst out.
After waiting for a while, there was no blood, but bubbles.
Bubbles appeared in the saline solution in the syringe.
"Yes, there are bubbles, teacher!" Zhao Zhaowei shouted.
"Okay, okay, as long as there are bubbles." Doctor Yang touched his forehead with the back of his hand and found that he was sweating without realizing it.
"Don't let her put the needle any deeper," Dr. Jin warned.
"No, she didn't insert it further. Here, here, withdraw the needle--" Zhao Zhaowei felt that when he looked down, he seemed to not understand Xie Wanying's operation.
The needle was to be withdrawn, leaving the catheter outside the puncture needle. Doctor Yang and his colleagues thought that Fu Xinheng had only said it, but the child could actually do it.
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Fu Xinheng didn't say anything, his deep dark eyes narrowed, and he was always listening carefully to the voice on the other end of the phone.
Doctors Yang, Lin and Jin leaned over and stretched their ears to listen. The patient's breathing sound came from the mobile phone: Yes, the breathing sound that was almost gone just now is back, it's recovered, the patient is breathing.
Ouch, ouch, Dr. Jin used her hands to fan herself desperately. She was about to suffocate before, but now she can breathe.
"Tape, tape, get the tape and help her fix it quickly!" Doctor Yang couldn't wait and shouted into the phone.
"Don't just stand there, Xiao Zhao!" Dr. Jin shouted to his student.
Zhao Zhaowei asked the traffic police to take the phone while he went to get the tape.
The two traffic policemen were so nervous that their palms were sweating.
The tape fixed the catheter head and the one-way valve. Zhao Zhaowei took a deep breath, turned his head, and found that the patient had opened his eyes and was looking at him. His face turned red.
The young man, who had recovered his breath, looked at the two young doctors in front of him, and a smile appeared on his pale face, as if he was saying: I'm saved, doctor.
Xie Wanying took off her mask and gloves and did not dare to delay for a second. She increased the oxygen level for the patient and picked up the stethoscope to listen to the patient's breathing sounds.
On the other side of the phone, the teacher's cold voice came again: "Tell me, confirm the depth of the puncture needle you just inserted."
"The patient was very thin, and I inserted about four centimeters into the wound."
"Okay. Send him back to the hospital immediately. Pay attention to the patient's position and don't let the tube move. Stay connected."
The doctor of the National Association gave the order, and the traffic policeman immediately returned to the driver's seat. Since the patient could only lie horizontally, Xie Wanying had to protect the patient in the back seat alone. Zhao Zhaowei got into the passenger seat with the first aid kit. Another traffic policeman got on another police car that came to provide support.
The police car with sirens blaring had to drive faster and more steadily this time.
Hearing the sound of the opposite car getting back on the road, the teachers in the doctor's office felt like they could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Fu Xinheng sat by the phone without moving, because he said he wanted to stay on the line with the other end. He turned to Dr. Yang and said, "Go upstairs in the extracardiac area and prepare a bed for a patient with tetralogy of Fallot."
Doctor Yang nodded and went upstairs to the cardiac surgery department to arrange a bed. This patient came in with such a serious condition that he might need a thoracotomy tonight.
Doctor Jin and Doctor Lin looked at each other and went out to see their own patients. As they walked out, they looked at their watches.
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