Famous Among Top Surgeons in the 90s-Chapter 161 - : 【161】A call for help has arrived

Chapter 161: 【161】A call for help has arrived

Tension pneumothorax, Zhao Zhaowei racked his brain searching through the medical knowledge from his textbooks. At this moment, he wanted to curse their instructor. Ren Chongda had them come for internship early, but they hadn’t attended any lectures on diagnostics, internal medicine, or surgery, only scanned through textbooks, and the impression wasn’t deep, not being able to distinguish the knowledge points clearly.

Teacher Ren was “mean,” intentionally having them come early to scare them, and indeed he succeeded in scaring him to the point of tears.

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

Hearing their conversation in the car, the two traffic cops who were driving broke out in cold sweat and asked, “Can you handle this?”

“Don’t worry!” Those two words, Xie Wanying said to everyone.

At this time, no matter what, a doctor couldn’t reveal their weaknesses, or else everyone would collapse mentally.

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It didn’t matter, she knew what tension pneumothorax was, air had leaked into the pleural cavity, and the leak was acting like a one-way valve.

Normally, when people breathe, they inhale air into the lungs and exhale it out of the lungs.

With tension pneumothorax, however, as one inhales the air goes into the lungs as usual, but on exhaling the air doesn’t come out. The air keeps accumulating in the chest cavity, the lungs collapse, the trachea shifts, affecting the heart.

The patient already had a cardiac condition, which made the tension pneumothorax even more dangerous.

It was not clear yet whether the pneumothorax was spontaneous or caused by trauma. Regardless, it needed to be treated immediately, with the release of air, otherwise, the young patient could lose his life at any moment.

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Though she was just an intern, she could report to a superior doctor and receive instructions on how to proceed.

Thankful for Dr. Jiang’s advice given to her before she left!

Xie Wanying took out her phone and dialed Dr. Jiang’s number first.

Dr. Jiang on the other line quickly connected with a beep, “What’s the matter, speak!”

She definitely had an issue if she was calling, Dr. Jiang knew without having to think.

“The patient has tension pneumothorax,” Xie Wanying quickly responded, not a second to waste.

Hearing this, Dr. Jiang broke out in a cold sweat: This was serious!

“I must help him with needle decompression immediately,” Xie Wanying said.

“Hold on!” Dr. Jiang’s thoughts cleared in that calm moment. This was a cardiac patient; they couldn’t be rash, even he wouldn’t dare to act hastily if he were present. Fortunately, he had made an early call to inform the hospital, telling Xie Wanying, “I’ve spoken to the hospital about you accompanying the patient back to Guoxie, Dr. Yang from the Cardiothoracic Surgery should be waiting by the phone in the emergency department, call him now!”

Receiving instructions, Xie Wanying didn’t delay and dialed the emergency department back at the hospital immediately.

The emergency phone rang incessantly, and a nurse answered, “Hello, this is Guoxie Emergency Department. What’s the matter?”

“I’m Xie Wanying, Dr. Jiang asked me to find Dr. Yang from Cardiothoracic Surgery.”

The help call had indeed arrived!

Doctors Kim, Lin, and Yang, who were just discussing by the phone, hurried back when they heard the emergency nurse talking. Fu Xinheng immediately instructed the nurse to divert the call.

The emergency nurse transferred the call from the nurse’s station to the telephone in the emergency doctors’ office.

A group of doctors entered the office, shut the door to listen more clearly.

Dr. Yang picked up the receiver, “What’s wrong with the patient?”

Dr. Kim snatched the receiver from his hand and replaced it, pressing the speakerphone button. She was nervous, wanting to hear how her student was doing.

“Tension pneumothorax, Dr. Yang,” Xie Wanying’s voice came through from the other end.

The clinical veterans gathered around the telephone tensed like drawn bows: Tension pneumothorax was no simple matter!