The Surgeon's Studio

Zheng Ren was stunned to see fan Tianshui stab the straw into the young waiter's body.

Although the straw was a little hard, it was definitely not sharp. Sometimes, it could not even Pierce the soft paper packaging on the drink.

'It'll bend, right? habit definitely won't Pierce the tough skin,' Zheng Ren thought, a little puzzled.

He had said that he would Pierce the skin with a knife and then insert the soft tube in, but fan Tianshui had stabbed him directly.

However, the moment this thought appeared, Zheng Ren heard a hissing sound coming from the straw in less than a second.

This was the sound of the high - pressure air being released from a huge chest cavity.

"Is this okay? President Zheng?" Fan Tianshui was a little confused and honest.

He was afraid that he had done something wrong and asked in a low voice.

"..." Zheng Ren was speechless as he looked at the gas spewing out of the straw. He felt that everything was too surreal.

Su Yun walked out with a sharp knife in her hand. The boss had not understood the situation. When he saw the knife in Su Yun's hand, his face turned pale.

Did he come across a freeloader who was threatening him with a knife?

Not only did he eat for free, but he was also so arrogant!

However, he was just a businessman who opened a kebab shop and did a small business to make a living. How could he dare to face a sharp knife?

He subconsciously hid behind her, trying his best to disappear from Su Yun's sight.

"What the ..." Su Yun rushed out and saw a straw inserted in the second rib of the patient's left chest in the middle line of the locidus. Gas was coming out, and he exclaimed.

"You did it?" Su Yun then asked Zheng Ren.

"Old fan inserted it." Zheng Ren relaxed a little. He didn't care how fan Tianshui had done it, but observed the patient's condition.

After all, this was an open emergency resuscitation, and there was a certain risk in it.

Chest infections were inevitable, but there were light and heavy cases.

The light ones would heal on their own.

In serious cases, there would be at least one case of pleura adhesion after the surgery. As for diseases like chest abysses and lung abysses, they would have to wait until they really happened.

But no matter what, it was still much better than dying directly.

Postoperative infections were still manageable, but with an open thoracic cavity, the pressure from the outside world was one atmospheric pressure.

Once the gas released by tension pneumothorax gradually decreased, the outside air would enter the pleura cavity with the straw.

This operation itself would also cause pneumothorax, which was a kind of open pneumothorax.

The critical point was when the pressure brought by the tension pneumothorax reached an atmospheric pressure, and it would balance out.

This could only solve the urgent situation.

After that, he had to go to the hospital for thoracotomy or laparoscopy to repair the ruptured lung.

The hissing sound gradually died down, and the patient's complexion improved a little.

Although it was still difficult to breathe, the blue - purple color of her lips had faded slightly.

Qin Tang and Zou Yu were dumbfounded.

The bodyguard sitting behind Qin Tang opened his fingers slightly, as if he was holding a straw. The tendons on the back of his hand bulged, and there was a faint cracking sound between the joints.

His expression was slightly unsightly.

He knew very well what had just happened.

Even a top - Class bodyguard would have to come into contact with emergency treatment. At the very least, he had to be able to save himself after he was injured.

Qin Tang's bodyguard was sure that the waiter had spontaneous pneumothorax.

However, fan Tianshui's method of piercing the straw directly into the wine cup shocked him.

He imagined several scenes in his mind, bringing himself and fan Tianshui into them.

It wasn't brute force, but a killing technique that relied on a combination of speed and skill.

Strength ... Precision ... And an incredible technique ...

He quickly gave up trying and sighed in his heart.

He couldn't do it himself. That silly - looking veteran was really a killing machine.

Although what was shown in front of him was the process of saving people, it could not hide the fact that a straw could Pierce the surface of the skin.

If he could stab it in, he could kill. If it was his own spleen or liver ...

The bodyguard was sure that he would not die immediately. However, under his entanglement, there was no time to save herself, and it seemed that there were only two minutes left before death. Motherf * cker, did she still need to pester him? With that hand speed, if he were to stab his heart, he probably wouldn't even have the ability to resist.

He looked at fan Tianshui with a more serious expression. The sharp gaze from the nursing Hospital was not an illusion, but a sharp intuition that came from a life and death situation.

In the distance, the sound of an ambulance could be heard.

Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and old he all heaved a sigh of relief.

The only solution at this time was not to treat the patient, but to delay the time of the patient's death.

Only the professional equipment on the 120 ambulance, the various surgical equipment in the operating theater, and the skills of the chief surgeon could really save the patient's life.

The young waiter heaved a sigh of relief. When the previous incident happened, he had fallen into a state of confusion because of the lack of oxygen.

She looked down and saw the straw that was inserted into her chest. The straw was hissing as she breathed. The waitress almost fainted.

Was he dead?

Was she hallucinating? Or had he been modified?

Very quickly, the cars on the road made way for them. In the river of cars, the 120 ambulance arrived at its fastest speed.

Before the car stopped, a doctor in white jumped out, followed by a nurse with a first aid kit in her hand.

"Seven minutes ago, the patient had persistent chest tightness and shortness of breath. The breathing sounds from the auscultation on the left side of his chest disappeared, and the percussion sound was drum sound. "The initial diagnosis was spontaneous tension pneumothorax. The emergency department gave ..." Zheng Ren paused.

The emergency doctor looked at the straw in the patient's chest and was stunned.

"Did you bring the closed thoracic cavity guidance bag?" Zheng Ren asked.

"I didn't bring it ... It's not in the emergency ambulance." The emergency doctor from 120 said.

Zheng Ren expressed his regret. He had guessed that this was the case.

"Cut open the bag!" Zheng Ren's voice became stern, as if a Department Director had discovered that his subordinate's junior doctor had made a big mistake when he was making ward rounds in the morning.

"Su Yun, elder fan, help the patient to the ambulance." Zheng Ren said.

In the emergency room, although Zheng Ren thought that the doctor in the ambulance would perform closed chest drainage, he did not take the risk. Instead, he began to lead the rescue.

The emergency doctor was stunned for a moment. Why did this voice sound so familiar?

He looked at Zheng Ren in a daze. He was very young, but the tone of his voice sounded like the director of his own Department.

However, he didn't hesitate. He rushed back to the 120 ambulance and began to prepare.

Tension pneumothorax. These five words were enough to explain everything.

For doctors, this was the horn for them to charge.

As for whether he was right or wrong ... The hissing sound from the straw as he breathed was enough to explain the problem.

Seeing that Zheng Ren and Su Yun had gotten into the car, Qin Tang shook his head and said,""Is boss Zheng always this busy?"

"Probably. He's very busy." "But it's my first time eating with him," said Zou Yu with a smile. "I didn't expect to be rescued in this place." Division Chief Lin, what's the situation with that young man just now?"

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[Note: I was reprimanded by my colleagues. They told me not to be a broken chapter dog~today is still fine. If I had broken the chapter on killing techniques, I would probably have been scolded.] After the resuscitation, what was left was some finishing touches, which were all small matters. In addition, he had thought of this joke many years ago when he saw Lord Feng Huo writing about Chen ergou, who had used the newspaper to kill people.

If the newspaper could do it, so could the straw. But this was a medical text, treating and saving people, so let's just treat tension pneumothorax.

Yes, report to the Lords as above.