【161】The call for help is coming

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Tension pneumothorax, Zhao Zhaowei searched hard for knowledge in medical textbooks. Now he wanted to scold the counselor. Ren Chongda asked them to come to the internship in advance. No teacher had taught them about diagnostics, medicine, and surgery. They only read the textbooks and were not impressed enough to distinguish the knowledge points.

Teacher Ren was "bad" and deliberately asked them to come to the internship in advance to scare them. As expected, he was so scared that he almost cried.

"What should we do now, Yingying?" Zhao Zhaowei asked again.

Hearing their conversation behind them, the two traffic policemen responsible for driving broke into sweat and asked, "Can you do it?"

"Don't worry!" Xie Wanying said these two words to everyone.

At this time, the doctor could not tell his weakness no matter what, otherwise the whole body would collapse psychologically.

It doesn't matter, she knows what a tension pneumothorax is. There is air leakage in the pleural cavity, and the air leakage channel is a one-way valve.

When a normal person breathes, gas is taken into the lungs when inhaling, and gas is discharged from the lungs when exhaling.

Tension pneumothorax results in inhalation of inspiratory air as usual and inability to expel expiratory air. Gas has been accumulating in the chest, the lungs have collapsed, the trachea has deviated, and the heart has been affected.

This patient has heart disease, and tension pneumothorax appears to be even more dangerous at this time.

It is unclear whether it is a spontaneous pneumothorax or a pneumothorax caused by trauma. No matter what, it must be dealt with immediately and exhausted, otherwise, the young patient will die at any time.

Although she is only a trainee, she can report to superior doctors to obtain operating instructions.

Thank you Dr. Jiang for the advice before she left!

Xie Wanying picked up her cell phone and called Dr. Jiang first.

Dr. Jiang beeped and quickly connected to her: "What's wrong? Tell me!"

There must be something wrong when she called. Dr. Jiang knew it without even thinking.

"The patient has tension pneumothorax." Xie Wanying answered quickly, not wasting a minute.

Hearing her words, Dr. Jiang broke out in cold sweat: The matter is serious!

"I had to help him perform puncture and exhaust immediately." Xie Wanying said.

"Wait a minute!" Dr. Jiang calmed down and thought. This is a heart patient and he cannot mess around, even if he is on the scene. Fortunately, he called the hospital in advance and told Xie Wanying: "I told the hospital that you will accompany the patient back to the National Association. Dr. Yang from the Cardiac Surgery Department should be on the phone in the emergency room. You call him now!"

After receiving the instruction, Xie Wanying called back to the emergency department of the hospital without further delay.

The emergency phone rang, and the nurse picked up the phone: "Hello, this is the National Emergency Department. Please tell me something."

"My name is Xie Wanying. Dr. Jiang asked me to see Dr. Yang from the cardiac surgery department."

The call for help has really come!

Dr. Jin, Dr. Lin, and Dr. Yang, who were discussing around the phone, just walked away when they heard the emergency nurse talking and they all ran back. Fu Xinheng immediately instructed the emergency nurse to transfer the situation.

The emergency nurse transferred the nurse's station phone to a phone in the emergency physician's office.

A group of doctors went into the doctor's office and closed the door to listen, so that they could hear more clearly.

Dr. Yang picked up the phone and asked, "What's wrong with the patient?"

Dr. Jin snatched the phone receiver from his hand and put it back, then pressed the speakerphone button. She was also nervous, she wanted to hear how her students were doing.

"Tension pneumothorax, Dr. Yang." Xie Wanying's reply came back from the other side.

The senior clinical staff gathered around the phone felt as tense as a bow: Tension pneumothorax is no longer a simple problem!