Chapter 1193 Be Careful



Boom, boom, boom, the doctors and nurses present seemed to be able to hear their own heartbeats.

This moment is tense.

When the puncture needle reached a certain depth, the needle tip suddenly tilted downward.

This action made the nurse gasp. The two male doctors watching from behind also showed a look of shock.

Xin Yanjun's hand holding the puncture needle almost trembled, and she was able to hold on because she trusted this student based on his doctor's intuition. Yes, it was Xie who had just taught her to tilt the angle of the needle.

If the needle is inserted so deep and then hits the wrong way, it is like a boat suddenly turning into a deep-water minefield. It is clearly a gamble of life and death. Either you turn around the minefield and see the light, or you fail to completely avoid it and step into the minefield or touch the minefield and explode.

This is not simply hitting the corner, but hitting the corner downward. Everyone knows that the more internal organs there are below, the easier it is to step on landmines.

It felt like the operator was self-destructing. No wonder the nurse and two male doctors who were watching were all surprised.

Withdraw. Xie Wanying's lips seemed to open, and her hand led the teacher's hand to pull back the syringe lever.

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The pull rod of the syringe slowly retreated, and the yellow liquid flowed from the puncture needle into the syringe barrel. As the surface of the yellow liquid continued to rise, everyone knew that the puncture was successful.

Looking at the patient again, his complexion was stable, and he had no symptoms of pleural reaction such as dizziness or pale face, and there was no unexpected situation of major bleeding.

Next, the doctor needs to determine how much fluid needs to be drawn out. The number written in the textbook is too general, ranging from a few hundred to thousands of milliliters. The specific decision should be made based on the individual clinical situation of the patient.

The doctor seemed to think that it was enough after drawing out several hundred milliliters of fluid and was about to remove the needle without leaving it in. Suddenly, the needle went down at an angle again.

This time, the nurse let out a low cry of surprise, but fortunately the patient didn't see or hear it.

The two male doctors fixed their eyes on Xie Wanying's head. Their four pupils shrank slightly as if they didn't know what to express. They clearly saw the angle of the needle just now. It was she who led the operator to do it, not anyone else.

The angle of the injection was very subtle and did not cause any discomfort to the patient. The syringe continued to draw back, and this time another 300 ml of remaining fluid was drawn out.

The medical staff on the scene could hear that the patient's breathing was becoming increasingly relaxed and comfortable, as if the huge pressure on his breathing had finally been removed, and he let out a long breath of relief and freedom.

"Ah." The patient expressed his gratitude to the doctor on the spot and said, "Dr. Xin, thank you. I feel much better."

He had been feeling a tightness in his chest before, to the point of almost suffocating him, and nasal cannula oxygen and intravenous drip were of no use. Only the doctor's suction today made him feel like he had finally come back from the gates of hell.

The patient thanked the two female doctors who performed the operation and felt very relieved and encouraged. The two male doctors who were watching seemed to have complicated expressions.

The operation was successfully completed.

Just as Xie Wanying's hand left Teacher Xin's arm, she suddenly heard a sound above her head.

"Xie, Wan, Ying."

Who? A voice I've never heard of before. It seems like a stranger, how did he know her name? Xie Wanying raised her head and saw the male doctor standing next to her.

The other person was tall and thin, a bit like a telephone pole, with a melon-seed face, which was rare among boys. His eyes were like lancets, piercing her face with a burning gaze, and there was a hint of criticism at the corners of his mouth.

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