Doctor of Healing

Meng Qingfei wanted to spit out the dumplings, but he hesitated for a while and chewed hard to swallow them.

Ji Xiang glanced at the physician, who really couldn't speak, and was in a mess.

However, it is also possible that they deliberately teased Mr. Meng.

"Xiaoji, when did you come back?"

"Yesterday, I went to work today, and I knew it was Mr. Meng's class, so I came to take a look." Ji Xiang smiled.

"The filming of the variety show was good!" Meng Qingfei patted Ji Xiang's shoulder hard, "I thought you would stay outside and never come back. You said you, it's really a surprise that you came back."

There was a bit of complaint in his tone, but more of relief.

Meng Qingfei pulled Ji Xiang and talked a lot, but after all, there were not many emergency patients during the meal, but there were only a few.

Talking is not fun, but both Ji Xiang and Meng Qingfei are used to this rhythm.

Ji Xiang also ordered a dumpling, and quickly ate it during the intermission period, showing the same characteristics as Meng Qingfei.

Back in the Second Affiliated Hospital, Ji Xiang went to the emergency room with Meng Qingfei, and Ji Xiang kept looking for the reason in every detail.

The nurse doing a painless gastroenteroscopy in empathy said that the first thing she called out after waking up was Teacher Meng, which made Ji Xiang particularly incomprehensible.

I am very straight, very straight, Meng Qingfei is a surgeon with a black buttocks in a white suit, why do I miss him so much.

Ji Xiang couldn't figure it out, and after several hours of observation, he still couldn't find the problem.

But Ji Xiang is not in a hurry.

It was getting late, Jixiang washed his hands after dealing with a trauma patient, and was about to say goodbye to Meng Qingfei.

There was a burst of crying and shouting outside the door, followed by alarms from various instruments in the emergency room.

Ji Xiang's heart was calm.

Generally speaking, the patients who cry and wipe away their tears are internal medicine patients. The emergency department of surgery is either stabbed by a knife or a car accident. The real family members of the patients will come later, so they will not cry now.

Since he is an internal medicine patient, it has nothing to do with Mr. Meng, and it has nothing to do with himself.

After washing his hands, Ji Xiang walked out of the treatment room. The first thing he saw was Meng Qingfei's waist slightly arched, standing opposite the emergency room and watching the rescue inside.

The picture is very simple, but Jixiang's heart is pounding and there is a transient bigeminy.

something!

I still remember that Meng Qingfei used this posture to stand in the corridor looking at the pediatric department a long time ago, and finally helped the pediatrician successfully rescue a small patient.

What now?

Ji Xiang walked quickly to Meng Qingfei, "Mr. Meng, does the patient have something to do with our surgery?"

"It doesn't matter, I almost lost my breath when I sent it over. Now, it shouldn't be saved."

"That?" Ji Xiang only said one word, without any wordiness.

"It just looks a little strange. I think of some cases I encountered." Meng Qingfei moved his fingers slightly.

Ji Xiang didn't continue to ask, but walked quickly to the emergency room, helping and understanding the situation.

The patient is a 71-year-old female patient with abdominal distension and intestinal obstruction, but this is not a serious problem. The patient has developed ventricular tachycardia with intermittent ventricular fibrillation.

But the patient's family members appeared in the emergency room, wiping away tears and choking.

It's his own family, Ji Xiang has his own judgment.

For emergency first aid, it is of course good to be alive. If you can't survive, the family members of the patient may become more emotional after witnessing all this.

In addition, chest compressions and electrical defibrillation are somewhat terrifying operations, such as rib fractures and so on.

If they are seen by the family members of the patients, I am afraid that their emotions will become more intense.

So at this time, the family members of the patients will be kicked out of the emergency room.

The emergency physician was resuscitating, and the family members of the patient were crying. Jixiang has never seen such a scene.

Coupled with the sense of smell and performance of Mr. Meng Qingfei's top search and rescue dog, Ji Xiang felt that the crying seemed a little fake...but he still couldn't guess what was weird here.

Because he was here to help, Ji Xiang found a time to come to the window, face out of the window, concentrate slightly, and came to the operating room of the system.

Jixiang quickly told the system NPC about his experience and doubts.

"Teacher, I heard Teacher Meng said that he had experienced similar things, but he didn't go to the emergency room. What do you think is going on?"

The system NPC pondered slightly.

A few seconds later, the system NPC looked up at Ji Xiang, "I don't know if my guess is right, but since the experienced clinical teacher Meng you mentioned has such doubts, then I have experienced it a few times. something like that."

"!!!"

Ji Xiang was slightly startled.

The system NPC and Meng Qingfei said the same thing, and there seemed to be an extremely complicated energy in their eyes. It seemed that there were countless things to say, but thousands of words turned into a sigh in the end.

How is this going?

"Do you want to try it?" the system NPC asked.

Ji Xiang nodded.

"However, this time I refuse to let you choose." The system NPC said with certainty, "You look at it from the perspective of a bystander."

Ji Xiang had a dewy head, completely confused about what kind of medicine was sold in the system NPC and Meng Qingfei's gourd.

But I can empathize with myself, and I can personally see the clinical experience recorded by the system NPC.

The answer is at hand!

Ji Xiang nodded vigorously.

The NPC of the system brought Ji Xiang to the next operation room. There was a flash of light and shadow in front of his eyes. Ji Xiang opened his eyes again and found that he was doing chest compressions.

The condition of the empathetic patient is basically the same as that of the real patient, except that the patient in front of him has more serious symptoms and has lost his breath.

And "I" have already called the anesthesiologist to do the intubation.

Now the anesthetist, who is wearing an isolation suit, a white suit, and shoe covers on his feet, is pinching the ball.

"Old Gao, go talk to the patient's family." The anesthetist said helplessly, "It's been 25 minutes. Adding your previous rescue time, at least 40 minutes, the person must be dying."

Ji Xiang nodded, indeed.

The collapse of the chest wall of the patient should be due to old age, osteoporosis, and large fractures during external cardiac compressions.

Jixiang called a nurse to replace him, and he turned to find the patient's family.

When turning around, Ji Xiang recalled that the patient's daughter-in-law was a doctor in the Department of Gastroenterology, and she was crying bitterly with another middle-aged woman in the corner.

Chapter 647 Anchor's Welfare

"Brother Zhao, where is the anchor you want to watch? Let me take a look." Seeing Zhao Zhe in a daze, Ji Xiang urged.

"Xiaoji, you are really...professional." Zhao Zhepin smacked for a long time, and after a word of praise, he sighed helplessly and found the picture of the anchor who was going to give out benefits today.

Ji Xiang was slightly taken aback when he saw the picture.

The screen of the anchor is a standard paper figure, Two-dimensional, I didn't expect Zhao Zhe to play such a high-end game!

Paper people can do it, really awesome.

"Brother Zhao, awesome!" Ji Xiang seldom stretched out his thumb in praise.

"There are too many p-pictures now, and the live broadcast may not be... No, it must not be a real person. It's better to look at the paper man, what do you think, Xiaoji." Zhao Zhe said with a natural expression.

"What is she performing?"

"The sound is very nice, try it later."

Voice, welfare, two words emerged in Ji Xiang's mind, and then the beeping siren sounded, with a red X marked on it.

But the reality is different from what Ji Xiang imagined. This is just an anchor broadcasting whispers, ocean waves, candy chewing and other sounds.

During the whole live broadcast, there was nothing that rubbed against the edge, if the charming voice is not counted.

It was completely different from what I imagined, there were no such shameful things at all.

Ji Xiang couldn't laugh or cry, he listened quietly, but Zhao Zhe didn't pay attention, and opened the document while listening.

"Xiaoji, I listen to the anchor at night and work at the same time. The house is empty, and it will be more lively if someone talks."

Ji Xiang nodded, he probably understood what Zhao Zhe meant.

This is a very strange hobby, but there is a certain rationality.Ji Xiang smiled, listening to the sweet voice of the Two-dimensional paper man.

It's really nice, soft and soft, and the whole room has gained popularity.

After a while, Ji Xiang looked at the time.

"Brother Zhao, I'm leaving."

"The benefits haven't been broadcast yet," Zhao Zhe said.

"Wait, I'm not interested in Two-dimensional paper figurines." Ji Xiang waved his hand.

"Then you go back and rest early."

"I'm going to the emergency department. Teacher Meng Qingfei is on duty today. I'll go and have a look and chat with Teacher Meng."

Zhao Zhe didn't understand why Jixiang was so interested in the emergency department.

It seems that all the doctors I know are terrified of the emergency department except Ji Xiang, but Ji Xiang is different.

Still young, I think the emergency department is good, Zhao Zhe thought to himself.

"Then I won't see you off." Zhao Zhe was not polite.

Ji Xiang waved his hand, stood up and turned around to change his shoes.

At this moment, a sweet voice came from the speaker.The anchor lady wants to give out benefits-let fans listen to their own heartbeat.

Ji Xiang laughed, this is welfare?

Is this considered a benefit?

But with the appearance of the paper man, it seems to be considered.

Listen to your heartbeat up close.

Jixiang thought of a joke—a woman was cheating on her, and her boyfriend was very angry when she found out, saying that she was dating a vegetarian just to hear the heartbeat of a stranger.

"When I first went to work, I went to the Department of Circulatory Internal Medicine for rotations. Every morning, I wore a stethoscope to listen to the heart and measure the blood pressure of each patient." Zhao Zhe said with a smile, "Here."

He pointed to his ear.

"It hurts from the earbuds of the stethoscope."

"This benefit is the same as nothing." Ji Xiang smiled and wanted to leave.

But in the next second, Ji Xiang stopped, and Zhao Zhe was also stunned.

"No." Ji Xiang said in a low voice.

"Xiao Ji, I think there is something wrong with the heart sounds? I'm not good at this, what do you think?"

"Splitting of the first heart sound, considering the contraction of the ventricular muscle, the vibrations caused by the sudden closure of the atrioventricular valve and the subsequent ejection of blood into the aorta, etc."

"Yes! I'll say it!" Zhao Zhe slapped his thigh, "The sound of Leer—de—teer—de is very clear, it is the splitting of the first heart sound."

"It's caused by the different closing times of the mitral and tricuspid valves. The anchor should consider going to the hospital." Ji Xiang frowned, thought for a while and said, "If you say that, there is something wrong with her voice."

"Sound?" Zhao Zhe was stunned.

"When she speaks, she has an obvious feature-insufficient air intake and chest pressure that can be felt. From hearing the heart sound, I feel that every speech in the live broadcast is very reluctant and strenuous."

"Xiaoji, what disease are you thinking about?"

"I don't know." Ji Xiang shrugged and spread his hands, "It doesn't even count as auscultation. To hear the first heart sound, you should put the stethoscope on the left edge of the sternum or the 4th and 5th intercostal space at the lower end of the sternum. Shouldn't it be the anchor?" There will be such a standard."

"And she is using a microphone, not a stethoscope. The error rate is too high. Brother Zhao, take a chance to remind the anchor and go to the hospital for an examination."

"Oh oh oh."

"If you are young, consider congenital heart disease. Based on her voice, I judge that surgery is needed. Brother Zhao, please talk to her, don't waste time."

Zhao Zhe was speechless.

After Ji Xiang left, Zhao Zhe immediately went to the host's live broadcast room to leave a message.