Doctor of Healing

Even in a half seat, Ji Xiang felt that it was becoming more and more difficult for him to breathe.

Countless gold stars were flying in front of his eyes, and Ji Xiang vaguely saw Meng Qingfei's figure.

Hallucinations, this must be hallucinations caused by lack of oxygen!Ji Xiang said to himself in his heart.

And every time Jixiang takes a breath, there should be enough oxygen, but there is an obstacle when the gas passes through the alveolar membrane.

Jixiang also knew that it was not any problem with his own body function, but that the air emerging from the opening in the lungs compressed the lung tissue, making it impossible for oxygen to pass through the alveolar membranes, respiratory membranes, and blood in capillaries for oxygenation. , increasing the oxygen content in the blood.

But in any case, he just felt that he was broken.

In a trance, Ji Xiang no longer saw Meng Qingfei, but felt that he was a mecha damaged in the battle, and the parts all over his body fell to the ground crackling, and he could clearly hear the sound of the parts hitting the ground.

Jixiang has experienced empathy many times, such as painful, crying, horrible and weird.

However, when he felt the pain of traumatic hemopneumothorax, those past seemed insignificant.

The strength in his body was withdrawn quickly, and Ji Xiang sat paralyzed, leaning on the back of the 120 emergency doctor.

"Boy, breathe evenly, don't be too deep or too shallow, don't be nervous." The 120 emergency doctor kept talking to Ji Xiang about precautions.

Especially nervous.

Jixiang also knows that even normal people will have difficulty breathing due to emotional tension.

If you are a 120 emergency doctor, you will also tell the patient not to be nervous.

but!

When I empathize with myself, I feel infinite terror coming. I am on the verge of dying, and I don't know if I can catch my next breath.

That's it, how can you not be nervous?

No matter how much Ji Xiang forced himself to be calm, he couldn't be calm at all.

"roar~"

"Roar~~"

There was a small growl in Jixiang's throat.

He knew that this was caused by the spasm of the trachea. If he was an elderly person with underlying diseases, he might have already started asthma.

A combination of several diseases...

The consequences could be disastrous.

What a pain!Ji Xiang shouted in his heart.

Even Jixiang felt that if he kept in this state, he might as well be dead.

"Young man, don't be nervous. It's just a simple problem. Just go to the hospital and get a tube to draw out the gas." The 120 emergency doctor comforted Ji Xiang.

"Don't worry, the blood oxygen saturation is still 91%, and the trachea has not deviated. If it really doesn't work, I will use a syringe to help you pump out the gas."

"Don't be nervous, I'm here."

120 The emergency doctor comforted Ji Xiang constantly.

However, Ji Xiang only had one thought in his mind - try a pneumothorax if you have the ability!

Easier said than done.

He no longer had the energy to think about the question he had just made about Meng Qingfei in the emergency department. Venus flickered in front of his eyes, and even Ji Xiang vaguely saw a big light.

Ji Xiang didn't know what Da Guangming meant, he was already powerless to think.

The only thing is that the 120 driver was very experienced, and the private car along the way was also very cooperative, and there was no delay, and he rushed all the way to the hospital.

"Traumatic hemopneumothorax!" The 120 emergency doctor shouted, "Hurry up!"

He had already called the emergency department in the car, but at this time the 120 emergency doctor still yelled out.

Pingche pushed Ji Xiang away immediately, and the doctor who followed Pingche glanced at the blood oxygen value, then auscultated, and said peacefully, "It's nothing, why does it look so serious. This young man is quite hypocritical."

He spoke in a low voice, as if he was communicating with the emergency doctor, but Ji Xiang heard it.

If the blood oxygen saturation is 91%, there is nothing wrong with it. I will go to the thoracic surgery department for a closed thoracic drainage.

If he felt the same way, Ji Xiang would definitely think so.

But now!

Ji Xiang has already started to scold his mother in his heart.

Ji Xiang, who is usually gentle, elegant and calm, has already started to scold her!

"Hurry up and take a film, and then quickly get the tube off." The doctor in the emergency department replied.

The flat car roared, and Jixiang heard similar words from many doctors—the sound of the emergency flat car was the most annoying.

Now Jixiang feels that if he hears this voice in the future, he is afraid that he will suffer from coronary artery spasm and have a sudden myocardial infarction.

"Young man, stand up, it only takes a few tens of seconds."

The thoracic surgeon comforted Ji Xiang.

Ji Xiang was speechless at this moment, he felt like a dead fish thrown ashore, rolling his eyes, unable to even struggle.

The thoracic surgery doctor is quite reliable. Although he thinks Ji Xiang is hypocritical, but because he has no family members, he wears a lead suit and stays with Ji Xiang in the room to prevent Ji Xiang from falling when his body position changes.

An "upright" film was taken at a 45° angle, and the thoracic surgery doctor leaned over to take a look.

"There is not much blood, and the lung tissue is compressed by 60%, which is okay." The radiologist said very easily, "I saw the patient's condition, and I thought it was going to die."

"Hey, who would have thought that a young guy would be so hypocritical. A few days ago, I met a patient whose lung tissue was compressed by 85%. I admitted him to the hospital and he refused to do anything. "

The thoracic surgeon said, and glanced at Ji Xiang.

Ji Xiang burst into tears in his heart.

Are you hypocritical?

It seems so, but these negative feelings are all clearly felt by myself!

Now the sense of near-death is getting heavier, and even the thinking has become chaotic.

There is only one sentence circling in Jixiang's mind-individual differences.

In the past, Ji Xiang never thought that individual differences could be so serious. A pneumothorax with less than 80% compression of lung tissue would make him want to die.

Do not!

It's already made me not want to live...

That's what he said, but the doctor in the thoracic surgery department didn't waste time, he took the time to take Ji Xiang back to the ward.

"are you ready?"

After returning to the ward, the doctor in the thoracic surgery department immediately asked.

"Ready!"

The nurse said simply.

Ji Xiang didn't have the strength to sit up, and it was even more difficult to breathe after lying down. No matter what position or posture, he felt uncomfortable.

The light in his eyes was gone, and he watched as the thoracic surgery doctor was quickly arranging the incision kit, while the nurse was helping to prepare the closed chest drainage bottle.

Blades, sterile towels, incision kits, chest tubes, and saline poured into chest bottles. All steps are in order. It seems that this hospital is still professional.

However, Jixiang felt the power of the theory of relativity.

The doctors in the thoracic surgery department are professional enough, and the nurses cooperated without any problems.

Ji Xiang felt that all their actions were like slow motion, played frame by frame, which was extremely irresponsible to patients.

Oh shit!

Ji Xiang also knew that this was a wrong perception in his dying state, but this perception was so clear and true.

"Get an injection, don't move around." The doctor in the thoracic surgery department said indifferently with a syringe after disinfection.

Yes, Ji Xiang feels that the attitude of the doctors in the thoracic surgery department is indifferent.

He even felt that the doctors in the thoracic surgery department looked a little grim, hurry up and do it!

The needle was pierced like a mosquito biting himself, and there was no pain at all, but the little monster in Jixiang's heart grew up gradually, roaring crazily.

Cut it open, no pain.

Bluntly separate the muscle tissue, until the hemostatic forceps hit the pleura, the muscles of Ji Xiang's whole body suddenly stiffened.

The parietal pleura is like a switch, and Ji Xiang can't move at the slightest touch.

"Be patient!" said the doctor in the thoracic surgery department, "just poke it in."

Ji Xiang was sweating profusely, and exhausted all his strength to let out a "huh".

He had closed thoracic drainage during his internship, and Ji Xiang also said what the thoracic surgery doctor said.

Indeed, the moment the pleura is punctured, some patients will struggle violently.

But as long as the closed chest drainage bottle is connected, the gas and blood are discharged, and the feeling of dying will disappear.

The last step!Ji Xiang encouraged himself in his heart.

The hemostat was a little cold, and the lights in the treatment room were a little dim.

In the next second, the sound of "噗嗤" came, and the sound was accompanied by the "Sisi" sound of air leakage.

"Ow~~~"

Ji Xiang screamed.

He was thrown up like a fish, and fell heavily on the bed in the treatment room.

"Too young and in good health, the pleura and intercostal muscles are very tense." The doctor in the thoracic surgery department sighed, "Just put the chest tube in."

There was a bright light in Ji Xiang's eyes.

As for what the thoracic surgeon said, he didn't hear clearly at all.

The moment just now was extremely sour, and Ji Xiang never expected that the moment he punctured his pleura, he felt as if he had died once.

The thoracic surgeon clamped the chest tube with hemostatic forceps and inserted it into the incision after blunt dissection.

"Humph!"

The thoracic surgeon tried hard to insert the chest tube.

But just like what he said, Ji Xiang was young, his muscles were tight, and his pleura was also tight. The thoracic surgeon did not send the chest tube in at one time.

"Damn it!" The thoracic surgeon was a little annoyed.

Especially after he heard Ji Xiang's screams, he almost dropped his equipment.

"Brother Wang, the cored chest tube used to be so useful, why is it gone?" The nurse couldn't bear it, and asked in a low voice.

"It is said that there is a problem with the purchase of high-value consumables. The medical insurance does not reimburse it or something else. If you use one to pay for the other, it is our bonus..." The doctor in the thoracic surgery department said depressedly, his voice became weaker and weaker. It's already as thin as a mosquito.

But Ji Xiang could guess what he was talking about.

Ji Xiang almost didn't cry.

If I have money, I can use that kind of chest tube with a steel core!

There used to be a high-value consumable with a steel core in the chest tube lumen, which means that the tube is hard and it is not too convenient to poke into the chest cavity.

Now, doctors in thoracic surgery clamp the chest tube with a hemostat, and send the chest tube in by the metal part at the front end of the hemostat.

The latter has to fight hard, otherwise it will not be sent in.

Ji Xiang suffered from pain + difficulty breathing, and burst into tears.

Damn surgery, hurry up and end it!

"Hold on, right now." The thoracic surgeon said the word "immediately" again.

Ji Xiang wanted to say, you should shut up now, it is real to hurry up and put the chest tube in.

But in the next second, the doctor in the thoracic surgery department stabbed violently with all his strength.

Ji Xiang's body moved a few centimeters, and Ji Xiang even felt that the bed under him moved with the strength of the thoracic surgeon.

Although the strength was enough, the chest tube was still not sent in.

Both Jixiang and the thoracic surgeon fell silent.