Zhou Junpeng trotted and arrived at the clinic faster than Dr. Xiao and the others. He only glanced at the sick child and turned around and shouted, "Neurologist, stay."
The group of neurosurgeons who couldn't leave turned back.
"Come quickly, we will call your neurosurgery department later." Zhou Junpeng said.
"Oh, he's suffocating." As he was speaking, Dr. Xiao, who walked into the clinic to check on the child, yelled for other colleagues to help, "Where's Dr. Guan?"
Doctor Xiao knew that Fan Yunyun was just an intern and that she might need a surgeon to help her. A rheumatologist like Doctor Xiao could not say that he did not know what emergency measures to take for the child. He could only be unskilled or afraid to perform a surgical operation such as partial incision.
"Senior sister, senior sister!" Fan Yunyun stood at the door of the clinic and asked Senior Sister Xie for help. It would definitely be too late to call the teachers from the inpatient department to come down now.
Xie Wanying had already turned around and ran away. She ran very fast. When she ran to the clinic, the other students caught up with her.
When Song Xuelin saw her start running, he was not in a hurry at all and waited for Dr. Xie to take a look first.
The seven-year-old boy who was being treated in the internal medicine clinic had clenched teeth and a purple face. As Dr. Xiao had said, he was afraid he would suffocate. It was not known what was wrong with his airway.
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"Is it laryngitis?" Zhang Desheng and his friends who came up later observed the situation and discussed it again.
Laryngitis can cause acute laryngeal obstruction and lead to suffocation and death, which is especially common in infants and young children.
"Give me a syringe!" Standing next to the child's head, Xie Wanying quickly scanned the child's throat and made a rough judgment, and said.
"Syringe, syringe." Fan Yunyun nervously repeated the order given by Senior Sister Xie, looking around for a syringe. Finally, she found a treatment cart in the clinic. There were several syringes on a stainless steel treatment tray on the top of the cart. She grabbed a 2 ml syringe and went to give it to Senior Sister.
At the same time, someone came quickly from the nurses' station to get something, stretched out his hand and pushed Fan Yunyun away without any mercy.
"Who is it?" Fan Yunyun was pushed suddenly and complained. After looking up and seeing whose back it was, she immediately shut up.
She had experienced how terrifying the talented men in Beidu were, and she would never be as foolish as Mi Wenlin, Mi Siren and others who were first-time offenders.
"Thank you, Dr. Song." Xie Wanying said when she saw that it was indeed the large syringe and the No. 7 needle.
After Mi Wenlin and Mi Siran followed the group of senior brothers and sisters, they learned to stand outside and study obediently and keep their mouths shut. Besides, they didn't understand why Senior Sister Xie wanted the syringe.
The internal medicine students may be a little confused, but the surgical students are different. Seeing Pan Shihua cooperatively picking up sterile gloves and iodine cotton swabs from the treatment cart, and referring to the large syringe that someone in front of him had, Zhang Desheng and his fellow internal medicine students finally realized: "We need to do a cricothyroidotomy."
Put on sterile gloves, the assistant quickly helped disinfect. Xie Wanying took the syringe with her right hand and touched the child's throat with her left hand. The anatomical position of the cricothyroid membrane has been discussed before, so I won't repeat it here.
After touching the Adam's apple with her left hand, Xie Wanying took the syringe in her right hand, unplugged the needle cap, and gently stabbed the needle downwards. The place she stabbed was definitely not the Adam's apple.
The child is convulsing, which greatly increases the risk of acupuncture.
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