"Connect the puncture needle to the saline syringe, and put on the fingertips of the cut sterile gloves. Do you know what this is for?"
Teacher asked a question, and Xie Wanying replied: "The fingertips of this half glove are used as a one-way valve. It allows the air in the patient's chest cavity to be easily discharged, and the outside air cannot enter the patient's chest cavity through this."
"Okay." Fu Xinheng said, "Prepare to disinfect the skin."
Disinfect the skin with the words , indicating that the puncture is about to be performed.
Doctor Jin plopped, sat down on the chair, frowned at the robot Fu Xinheng, and didn't know what to say.
She is a neurologist, not a cardiac surgeon. Now, in this matter, she has no ability to compete with Fu Xinheng for command. Besides, she just couldn't open her mouth if she wanted to.
Turning his head, Dr. Jin looked at the expressions of Dr. Yang and Dr. Lin.
Dr. Yang touched his eyebrows, and he was not qualified to compete with Fu Xinheng for command. Others are third-tier and he is second-tier.
Doctor Lin put both hands in the pockets of his white coat. Silence is golden.
Maybe it's time to call Huang Zhilei, Doctor Jin had an idea and turned around to touch the phone in his pocket. Fu Xinheng's eyes staring at her from behind made her dare not move. Dr. Jin could only curse in his heart: This robot has such sharp eyes!
"Tell me the puncture location." Fu Xinheng said.
"The patient had a right pneumothorax, and the puncture position was located in the second intercostal space of the right midclavicular line. The right midclavicular line was at the midpoint of the right midaxillary line and the midsternal line. The needle can be inserted by touching the upper edge of the third rib."
"If you encounter an obstacle, it means that you have reached the pleural cavity, you can draw air, and then insert the needle about 0.5 centimeters back to the steel core." Fu Xinheng instructed.
"is teacher."
When Xie Wanying said, Zhao Zhaowei's hand trembled from time to time to help her hold the phone. He seemed to understand what she said, but the problem was that they used dead people to learn anatomical positions, not living people.
To be honest, he was afraid and didn't know where she had the courage to do this.
If it's wrong and someone dies, can she still be a doctor.
Two traffic policemen were watching from the outside of the car, and they dared not let the atmosphere out.
"The patient is thin, and it is easy to feel the angle of the sternum. The second rib is right, and the third rib is below." Xie Wanying determined the position of the left finger and sterilized the skin, and raised the puncture needle in her right hand, asking for instructions, "If the teacher agrees, , I'm puncturing the patient now."
The patient's consciousness is not very clear, and no need for anesthesia.
Zhao Zhaowei closed his eyelids and dared not look.
Seeing Zhao Zhaowei's expression, the two traffic policemen looked at other places from the same side, feeling that the next scene would be terrifying.
In the hospital, Dr. Jin stood up again: "How about—"
Fu Xinheng said to Dr. Jin, "Shut your mouth or go out."
Dr. Jin sat back on the chair again, wiped his face with both hands, and stared at Dr. Yang and Dr. Lin again: What do you say?
Doctor Yang and Doctor Lin were silent.
"Ninety-degree vertical needle insertion." Fu Xinheng gave a permissive order.
The puncture needle pierces the patient's skin vertically, but it only takes a second to a few seconds, but for these people, one second is equal to tens of thousands of years.
Dr. Jin felt her heart beating so fast that she was about to faint. She stared at the white ceiling with wide eyes, but there was no reply.
After all, it is on the road, and the sound around is too noisy. There is always noise from the mobile phone, and I can't hear it clearly here.
Doctor Jin jumped up and shouted, "Zhao Zhaowei!"
Hearing the teacher's voice, Zhao Zhaowei opened his eyelids.