"No, give the patient oxygen first." Xie Wanying gave the first instruction.
Inhale oxygen. Guo Zihao remembered this important step, turned around and walked back two steps, found the oxygen bag that was carried from the ambulance to the plane along with the medicine box, opened the lid of the medicine box, took out the disposable oxygen tube bag, opened it, and connected the tube to the oxygen bag.
When he turned around and was about to walk to the left with the prepared oxygen bag to give oxygen to the middle-aged aunt, he suddenly realized: Hey, why did Dr. Xie go to the right?
"Come here and give this patient oxygen." Xie Wanying said to him.
Guo Zihao's eyes were blank. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether Dr. Xie was capable or not.
"Hurry up, he's short of oxygen." Xie Wanying urged.
After all, she was a new nurse and unlike the experienced nurses, she was unable to quickly assess the situation.
Whether a patient is suffering from hypoxia or not is a clinical indicator of the disease, which can be said to be comparable to blood pressure.
The young man's fever is not the most important symptom. In the eyes of experienced medical staff, the cyanosis on his lips is what they need to pay most attention to.
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As for the middle-aged lady who was crying, she might have a heart attack, but her face was rosy and her breathing was OK. A heart attack is not just chest pain, there are other accompanying symptoms.
It is always easy for novices to misjudge the symptoms of pain in clinical practice.
After being awakened, Guo Zihao immediately turned around and gave oxygen to the patient on the right.
Wearing the stethoscope she carried with her, Xie Wanying stood beside her seat and prepared to listen to the patient's heartbeat.
The old lady on the left saw that the doctor ignored her, so she stretched out her hand and shouted, "Where's the doctor?"
"Wait a minute, the doctor will see you after he finishes seeing this patient." Guo Zihao turned around and explained to the patient.
Hearing what he said, the old lady stared at the two of them: I'm dying, why don't you doctors come to see me instead of other patients?
After a while, the old lady found that there were more than one young man competing with her for the doctor, which made her nervous instantly.
"Doctor, doctor." Two young parents holding their children rushed up from the back seat to intercept the doctor. "My child has a fever and is vomiting."
"Don't worry." Guo Zihao stopped the young parents, "Wait, the doctor will see your child after he sees this patient."
"It's a child, shouldn't we see him first?" The other family member was unhappy and interrupted.
It can be seen that this young couple has already formed the concept that children are the most important in this society wherever they take their children, and other groups must give way to their children wherever they go.
She was so scared that she would be cut in line again that she stretched out her hand and started to pull the medical staff: "Ouch, I'm in so much pain, doctor, please help me take a look first."
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious--" Guo Zihao tried hard to maintain order in the medical field.
Since he was a rookie, he couldn't dare to bluff people like the experienced nurses, so his voice sounded a little weak.
Seeing this weakness, other patients and their families immediately became arrogant.
"Let the doctor check our child first." The sick child's father pointed at Guo Zihao's nose and made a gesture to protect his son.
The old lady grabbed Guo Zihao's hand and refused to let go: "I can't take it anymore, I'm dying, I'm dying——"
One by one, the patients were shouting that they were going to die. Guo Zihao, who had never experienced such a chaotic scene, felt like he was standing in the circle of a hurricane, being swayed from side to side, not knowing what to do.
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