Thanks to Senior Brother Cao, she got her somewhat chaotic thoughts back on track. She was not fully prepared for the sudden deterioration of the child's condition. This lack of experience was the reason why she was unable to face the three seniors calmly.
Cao Yong felt a dim light in his eyes like shooting stars streaking across the night sky.
Zhang Huayao's mature and handsome man raised his eyebrows quietly: He is a medical student after all, and he has not seen many patients die directly in front of the doctor. If she had seen it too much, she would definitely be a little indifferent and numb like the three of them, so she could do it step by step.
It is not enough for a doctor to focus solely on saving people. Doctors need to adjust themselves first.
Fortunately, after Cao Yong helped her adjust, she seemed to have quickly regained her feeling.
Zhang Huayao cast another thoughtful look on Cao Yong's face. This person was deceived by Dean Wu into having a mental illness. Now I don't know if it's good or bad. He obviously has a lot of skills and can be an outsider.
Don’t think that the big bosses are distracted from rescuing children. Zhang Huayao suddenly turned around and asked Fu Xinheng, "How is it? Have you done it almost fifteen times?"
Boss Zhang was professionally counting the number of times others performed heart compressions.
"Twelve." Fu Xinheng replied, focusing entirely on the child's little heart without paying any attention to it. His eyes seemed to become more and more frozen as time went by.
Breathing was not open, so his cardiac compressions could only be regarded as pressing on the child's heart to allow the heart's blood to continue pumping out and returning in a short period of time, buying some time to open the airway.
If Xie Wanying could no longer open her airway, he would have to mentally calculate when the rescue would end. Because doctors can't mess around with patients who are dead and can't be saved. That's not saving lives.
Zhang Huayao looked back at the door panel again, also preparing for the worst. The nurse hadn't been able to pull in the ECG defibrillator yet. Do you need him to yell again?
Afraid that the reactions of the other two would affect the junior sister's mood, Cao Yong pressed his hand on the junior sister's back again.
Senior Brother Cao was trying to comfort her because he was afraid that she would be too anxious and that she might be too sad. Xie Wanying could feel a warm injection adding strength to her. When she reopened her eyelids, the hands holding the forceps reached a certain limit.
Whether it worked or not, she really tried her best.
At the same time, Fu Xinheng instantly stopped pressing the heart with the palm of his right hand.
"Has the heartbeat recovered?" Zhang Huayao asked after seeing the trend of his movements.
"It should be." Fu Xinheng's hand was determining the child's heartbeat. Without a stethoscope, he could only feel the carotid artery and the apical pulse at the child's heart.
Zhang Huayao lowered his head, leaned close to the child's head and listened to the child's breathing.
Breathe, breathe, breathe, the air comes out of Sisi's little nasal cavity. Along with the rise and fall of his chest, the child coughed again with intent in his throat. What was different from the previous suffocating sound of despair was that this time there was a coughing sound after the uh uh uh. Cough cough cough means there is air flowing in the trachea.
After a while, a tearful expression appeared in the child's open eyelids. The little guy seemed to know that he had just walked back and forth from the gate of hell and had not completely come out. His little eyes were full of fear. The small trachea coughed and coughed intermittently. The little body was reacting on its own, trying to drive death out of its body.
