After the first unexpected item was revealed, everyone else was looking forward to Xie's first aid treasure box.
Xie Wanying took out a few more packets of sugar and salt powder with a good mix.
If an injection cannot be given on site, it is better to give the patient sugar and saline solution than simply giving him boiled water.
"This is good. I will prepare it in the future." Grandma Cao said frankly.
The sugar and salt powder was given to Grandma Cao. But the lack of water was also a big problem.
When others craned their necks to look inside her schoolbag, Xie Wanying said awkwardly, "There's nothing else."
All that was left was a small bottle of disinfectant and a few syringes.
Without injectable drugs, the role of the syringes carried by doctors can be imagined, mainly for puncture emergency treatment. Several doctors can quickly associate it with emergency treatment such as pneumothorax and pericardial tamponade. The orthopedic doctors on the scene were under great pressure. They were not cardiologists and were not familiar with these tasks.
After the items were distributed, everyone started to move. The rescue workers who were not doctors were not useless. For example, helping to clean up some debris on the patients was also very important to save lives.
...
...
The triage person was walking in the front.
"She's your daughter?"
Xie Changrong heard the taxi driver ask him again.
In the past, he would have found it difficult to tell his daughter about her identity, after all, he was against her studying medicine. Now that no one knew he had opposed it, Hsieh Chang-jung pretended not to know what he had done before and hummed.
"It seems very powerful." said the taxi driver.
Regardless of whether he understands medicine or not, the fact that he can take the lead and lead others in work is amazing no matter how you look at it.
Xie Changrong hummed again stealthily.
Whether his daughter was pushed to be the leader for real or not, the answer will be revealed soon.
Xie Wanying quickly walked to the first patient and began her work. She bent down, touched the patient's carotid artery with her fingers, and observed the patient's state of consciousness. These were the basic skills of a doctor, actions that could be performed without thinking.
To everyone's surprise, within half a minute, she finished the diagnosis and said to Grandma Zheng: "Level 2 patient, brain trauma, epidural hematoma, unconsciousness, fractures of left ribs nine to eleven, pay attention to spleen bleeding tendency. The open wound on the left leg is not fatal for the time being, please treat it, Teacher Ruan."
She spouted out a series of diagnoses so quickly that the people following her could hardly remember them all at once.
"It's your patient." Grandma Cao urged her old friend.
Grandma Zheng screamed, waking up from her sleepwalking state, and hurried to receive the patient, while trying to recall Xie's diagnosis. When she looked up and wanted to ask Xie again about the questions, she saw that Xie had already walked briskly to the next patient.
It was right to ask Xie to do the triage, as he had the ability to do so. However, the doctors who followed him on the scene felt more and more stressed after the first patient. Xie was too efficient, which made them subconsciously feel that they might be lagging behind.
"Your National Association's students are terrible." Dr. Guan complained on the spot that the medical students trained in other people's hospitals were too horrible.
It is not just the external hospital that is under great pressure. The doctors in the National Association are also under great pressure when facing Xie. Chang Jiawei rolled up his sleeves and mustered up his strength to work hard.
The second patient seemed to be crushed by a heavy object and unable to move. He seemed to be the first type of patient mentioned by Xie. I guess Grandma Cao would be the one to treat him.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
