Doctor of Healing

Director Yang's arm is at the position of the patient's neck, so that he can change the direction at any time to prevent the patient from aspiration.

Ji Xiang's voice sounded, and Director Yang turned his head.

The guests in the review room also followed the camera lens and saw Ji Xiang violently grabbing the pen from the intern standing at the end and snapping it off.

Director Yang was taken aback.

Professor Shen in the review room was also taken aback.

Observing the patient again, the three-concave sign continued to aggravate, with obvious dyspnea.

Although the pink foam-like liquid was less, the patient's condition was significantly worse. Even guests who were not doctors could tell at a glance that the patient's life was in danger.

With a broken pen in his hand, Ji Xiang strode up to Director Yang and adjusted the patient's position.

Director Yang hesitated to speak, but in the end he didn't stop Ji Xiang.

"Mr. Shen, what does Dr. Ji Xiang want to do?" the bald host asked suspiciously.

Before Professor Shen could answer, Ji Xiang held a broken pen in his hand and "stabbed" the lower part of the patient's throat.

"Ah~~~"

"Ow~~~"

"Bang~~~"

A female guest exclaimed.

The tables and chairs shook, and one of the guests was frightened and fell to the ground.

Even the lens of the camera began to shake, silently expressing the flustered heart of the cameraman who carried the camera on his shoulder.

"Huhuhu~"

A pink foam-like liquid sprayed out along the broken pen. Ji Xiang and Director Yang laid the patient flat on the ground, pressed the chest lightly, and increased the pressure.

There were constant exclamations on the street, and no one had ever seen such a scene.

"Director..." Director Fan's assistant said tremblingly.

Although this was the scene he dreamed of, it appeared too abrupt and too bloody. He was just an ordinary person, and he had never seen blood a few times in reality, so he couldn't accept it for a while.

In particular, Ji Xiang held a broken pen and stabbed the patient's neck, which looked like a murder scene in a movie.

If he was watching a movie, he might get excited, but this is reality, he could vaguely smell a strong smell of blood.

"Continue!" Fan Dao also turned pale with fright, his hands and feet trembling, but he waved his hand and told the cameraman to continue.

The voice of 120 ambulance finally came.

The sharp hissing sound is like the sound of life-saving sounds from nature, which makes people feel at ease.

There has never been such a moment that people want to hear the siren of the 120 ambulance.

After 1'12", the 120 ambulance arrived, and the doctor jumped down before the car stopped. When he saw a pen tube inserted into the patient's neck, he was stunned.

"Who the hell told you to do this!" the 120 emergency doctor scolded.

"Me." Director Yang said in a deep voice, "Is there a ventilator in the ambulance?"

"Yang...Yang...Director, you are here." The 120 emergency doctor stammered.

"Prepare for suction and ventilator." Director Yang beckoned, "Carry the patient up."

"Prepare methylprednisolone, 4...80Mg intravenously." Ji Xiang said.

The 120 emergency doctor looked at the mess around the patient in a daze, seeing the crackling and bursting pink foam-like phlegm coming out of the pen tube, and started to rescue him in less than a second.

"Director Yang, how did you come here?" the 120 emergency doctor asked "by the way" while rescuing.

"I don't know. I initially suspect laryngeal edema and pulmonary edema. Hurry up!" Director Yang followed into the ambulance, and Ji Xiang followed without hesitation.

The film crew wanted to keep up, but Ji Xiang gave him a glare, and then closed the car door.

Director Fan regained his composure, cursing inwardly.

This once-in-a-lifetime scene of an emergency first aid did not allow the film crew to follow.

Although the space of the 120 ambulance is narrow, it is not bad for a photographer.

"Guide..."

"Guer's fart! Go back quickly."

"Where are you going?" Director Fan's assistant was still in a dazed state, asking in a daze.

"In the emergency department of the First Affiliated Hospital, the 120 emergency doctor knows Director Yang, and the car belongs to the First Affiliated Hospital." Dao Fan had a clear mind and didn't care to get in the car. He ran all the way to the First Affiliated Hospital.

In the comment room, it was quiet, even the professional Professor Shen and the semi-professional Mao Mao watched this scene dumbfounded.

Director Yang made it very clear that Professor Shen also thought so - laryngeal edema, pulmonary edema, and Professor Shen judged that it might be acute left heart failure.

This is all very easy to judge, no difficulty.

But first aid... just now Jixiang snatched the intern's pen, broke it, and then stabbed the patient's neck like a "killer".

Even Professor Shen had never seen that movement.

All of his clinical experience is in the hospital.

With professional equipment and professional personnel, it is not difficult to perform tracheotomy. If there is no specialist doctor, Professor Shen can do similar operations.

This is just a small part of the three basic training.

Ke Jixiang used a pen tube to stick on the patient's large airway...Professor Shen asked himself, but he didn't dare.

Not to mention the 3.0 era of doctor-patient disputes, even in the 1.0 era.

Not to mention that everyone in the street has a smart phone, and they are recording videos anytime, anywhere, and every action and every word will be preserved.

There is no benefit to the successful rescue, but it is just a doctor's "duty" work.

If the rescue fails, they will be criticized verbally and written down, and will be drowned by spit stars.

Weighing the pros and cons, coupled with the "violent" action of stabbing the patient's neck with a pen tube, Professor Shen felt that he would not do it even at the scene.

The camera was jolting, and the cameraman ran with all his might.

No one spoke, only the sound of heavy breathing came.

All of this seemed so depressing. Everyone in the review room was full of the scene where the pen tube was stuck into the patient's neck and the pink foam-like liquid was sprayed out.

The bald host was the first to "wake up", and he asked with difficulty, "Mr. Shen..."

As soon as he spoke, the bald host found his voice hoarse, so he found a bottle of water to moisten his throat.

"Mr. Shen, was it an emergency just now?" the bald host asked.

Professor Shen shook his head.

Emergency first aid?

No, the one just now is an unconventional emergency first aid.

That is to say, young people like Jixiang are full of enthusiasm, but they would not do this kind of behavior in clinical work for three to five years.

"Mr. Shen, will the patient survive?" a guest asked.

"The 120 ambulance is here. It's a Mercedes-Benz. There should be a ventilator on it. It can survive." Professor Shen replied.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the word "can live".

"The rescue just now was really cool, Mr. Shen, all of you doctors have done similar things."

"..." Professor Shen was speechless.

ever done?

Don't talk about doing it, it's the first time I even saw it.

Just now, the patient's respiratory tract was full of pink foamy phlegm, coupled with edema of the throat and blocked airway, he was already half dead.

What would happen if I were present instead?
Professor Shen hesitated for a moment, but immediately gave an answer that he didn't want to face - in his own case, the patient would be dead.