Chapter 355 Simple Drainage Valve

Feng Zaishan checked on Lao Han's condition.

The situation is terrible.

Breathing almost stopped.

If they don't do anything before the ambulance arrives, Lao Han will die.

"He needs artificial respiration. Mr. Feng, please give way first."

Song Moting took the initiative to ask for help.

Artificial respiration is not a problem for someone with medical experience like him. There is no need to choose because of Song Moting's age.

A young person is far more suitable for artificial respiration than an old person.

Feng Zaishan took the initiative to give up his position.

Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting came closer.

"Abdominal pressure should be a problem, who has a sharp knife?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao quickly checked the patient while Song Moting was doing artificial respiration.

The others looked at each other.

Who brings a knife to a wedding banquet?

It's not like we're here to cause trouble.

"Jiang Xiaoxiao! You are not a doctor, so you should not deal with the patient casually and leave it to the ambulance personnel."

Fang Xiaohui looked at Jiang Xiaoxiao, who was eager for quick success, and thought this woman was crazy.

Is this the time for her to be a hero?

This is Mr. Han, a famous surgeon. If she does anything wrong, she will be responsible for it at their wedding.

"Jiang Xiaoxiao! Get away from me."

Father Song scolded.

He couldn't bear to see that this wife was as unlovable as Song Moting.

Jiang Xiaoxiao glanced at Song's father without saying a word.

He stood up and quickly rushed to the kitchen.

Feng Zaishan shook his head. The child was right. Lao Han was not breathing and had no other symptoms. It was a symptom of pneumothorax.

There was venous bleeding and abdominal injuries.

What should we do now?

Feng Zaishan thought again and went to the side to discuss a solution with several other people.

"What should I do? There is no drainage valve now. Old Han can't wait for the ambulance personnel."

"what to do?"

Everyone was helpless.

Mrs. Song sat on a chair and watched all this.

But he didn't speak, neither agreed nor stopped.

Jiang Xiaoxiao ran back with a kitchen knife, "I need sterilized gloves, alcohol, and medical tape. Can anyone find one nearby? I believe there should be a clinic nearby."

Someone spoke up.

"I know there is one next door when I go out. I can help."

"Okay! Thank you, I need a rubber tube for infusion! I also have sterile gloves, medical alcohol, and medical tape. Please get it as quickly as possible."

"good!"

The man ran out without saying a word.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was glad that they were in the lobby on the first floor.

It didn't take two minutes before the man came running over with something in hand, panting.

Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded gratefully.

After untying Mr. Han's clothes on the ground, everyone felt a chill when they unbuttoned their clothes in the winter.

"What are you going to do?"

Feng Zaishan asked the question on everyone's mind.

Jiang Xiaoxiao poured the alcohol in his hand onto Mr. Han's chest, put on sterile gloves, divided the rubber tube into two sections and inserted them into an empty wine bottle on the table, sealed them with tape and picked up the small knife.

"A tension pneumothorax is usually caused by a tear in the lung, which allows air to enter the pleural space surrounding the lung instead of the lung."

Jiang Xiaoxiao held a knife and pressed the ribs, looking for a suitable incision site between the two ribs.

"Wait a minute! You do this..."

Feng Zaishan was stunned. He never expected that someone would save someone in such a simple way.

It's not that he can't see Lao Han's symptoms, but he sticks to the inherent thinking. That can only be done by the hospital's one-way valve device.

They have never done anything like this.

"Jiang Xiaoxiao! I tell you to stop!"

Father Song was furious. Now that something happened to Mr. Han, the Song family had only a little responsibility at most!

But Jiang Xiaoxiao intervened and the Song family became the main responsibility.

Once something happens to Lao Han and there is an accident, the Song family will not be able to escape the blame.

Jiang Xiaoxiao is not doing harm to others.

If Old Han dies here, will the Song family still need their reputation?

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't even look at Song's father the whole time, but glanced at Old Mrs. Song.

His eyes were calm.

Mrs. Song nodded.

Feng Zaishan looked at Mr. Han who was silent and closed his mouth. Now it was like this, a dead horse being treated as a living horse.

Is it possible to watch someone die?

He doesn't have the ability, and he can't think of a good way, but what if this girl can do it?

In full view.

Jiang Xiaoxiao smiled, lowered his head, and stabbed down firmly, found the cutting point, and made the incision.

That neat movement surprised Feng Zaishan and the others.

What does this girl do?

Knowing medical skills and daring to operate are two different things. Generally speaking, understanding medical skills involves diagnosing the pulse and superficial examination, but operating under the knife is different. Most people cannot do it.

Without years of practice, being able to be as proficient as the clouds and flowing water is a natural talent.

Feng Zaishan suddenly understood what the old lady said about his grandson's daughter-in-law's talent.

It's true.

Or is it that Mrs. Song is secretly doing some cooking for her granddaughter-in-law?

This is something that is uncertain. After all, the old lady is a leader in the medical field.

There are ten elites in their medical field, and the only lesbian among them is this old lady.

The old lady is a surgical expert.

Moreover, only the old lady can perform brain surgery because she has learned this surgery abroad and has practical experience.

They are also called surgical experts, but there are some differences between them and the old lady.

At least compared with brain surgery, they cannot be called experts in this area.

Feng Zaishan smiled. If the old lady really taught her granddaughter-in-law and grandson in private, this would be normal.

After all, if people don’t pass on their skills to their own children and grandchildren, how can they pass them on to outsiders?

From this point of view, the old lady is right.

Jiang Xiaoxiao inserted the rubber tube neatly and quickly sealed the wound with tape. In a moment, air flow began to be generated in the wine bottle, and Mr. Han’s breathing began to rise and fall in an orderly manner.

Feng Zaishan looked at the girl in front of him who used a wine bottle filled with half a bottle of Moutai to make a half-baked drainage valve.

In any case, the little girl is capable.

This simple drainage valve is amazing enough.

"You saved him!"

Feng Zaishan stood up excitedly.

In front of them, an incredible textbook way of saving people was staged.

Everyone stood up and applauded.

I have to admit that they saved Old Han and staged this scene.

Such a young man, how could he not deserve everyone's applause.

After the applause.

The ambulance arrived.

After the paramedics checked, they were also amazed.

The simplified version of the drainage valve is really amazing.

Old Han was sent to the ambulance.

Watching the ambulance leave from a distance, Feng Zaishan patted Old Lady Song on the shoulder.

"Old Meng, you really have a good vision. You can find such a good wife for your grandson. This is really the Yangtze River's front waves push the back waves, and the front waves hit the beach. Just for your granddaughter-in-law's skill, and she can do such an emergency rescue when she is a student in medical school. Awesome!"

These words are sincere and there is no adulteration.

There was silence all around.

Song Mohuan's face was ashen. He was already an intern in the city hospital, and now he was slapped in the face by a woman at his wedding banquet.

He was praised by the master of the medical field.

Where can I put my face?

There are so many of my leaders and colleagues watching over there, although they won't say anything.

But the meaning in his eyes is understood by those who understand.

He has completely lost face.

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