From small clinic to medical empire

Chapter 66 Purple Equipment
"Doctors, hurry up and think of a way!"

The fat stewardess was already desperate. She kept blowing into the patient's mouth, and her cheeks were enlarged, but the patient's condition did not improve at all.

Apparently, the white doctor has a better understanding of the living habits of Westerners. He shouted, "Hurry up and find anti-allergy medicine! It should be in his bag!"

With the help of the surrounding passengers, the flight attendant quickly searched the briefcase carried by the patient, but there was no emergency medicine in it.

Patients with a history of severe allergies usually carry this kind of medicine with them, but they can't find it now, which means that he probably put the first-aid medicine in the checked luggage.

It is this carelessness that makes the situation more and more critical.

"The first aid kit is here!"

At this time, another crew member trotted all the way and brought a suitcase with a red cross logo on it.

This is the first aid kit equipped on the plane. In addition to surgical knives, other common medical supplies are available.

"Great!"

The three doctors breathed a sigh of relief and quickly opened the first aid kit.

Among the three doctors, the elderly Chinese doctor was the most professional. He quickly found epinephrine auto-injector and salbutamol spray in the messy medicine box.

However, when it was actually used, several people were dumbfounded.

The epinephrine auto-injectors were fine, but the sachets of the damn albuterol spray wouldn't open.

"Damn it! Don't you have a pair of scissors on the plane?" The white doctor cursed in despair.

But the flight attendants were also helpless. They even tried to bite the anti-human packaging with their teeth, but failed.

Since the "911/[-] incident", no knives, even a small pair of scissors, are allowed on American Airlines aircraft.

After various attempts, another precious minute passed.

Although the white doctor claimed to have no clinical experience, he still had basic medical knowledge. He knelt down on the floor, "It's over, everything is over, even if there is medicine, it's useless, we missed the time!"

The elderly Chinese doctor still refused to give up and shouted: "Tracheotomy! You must do a tracheotomy! Internal medicine is no longer effective!"

"But sir, we don't have a scalpel, and we don't have a surgeon!" There was also a Chinese in the flight attendant, she said in not very fluent Chinese.

"Yes, let's go!"

At this time, Zhang Zifan tried his best to push away the melon-eating crowd and came to the patient.

These American people are all overweight. If Zhang Zifan hadn't had a stewardess to clear the way, and he was relatively strong, he wouldn't have been able to squeeze in.

"You are a surgeon?" The old doctor said happily, "Hurry up and think of a way, this ghost is about to die!"

Zhang Zifan nodded and took over the patient immediately without wasting time.

With just one look, Yuan Qiang knew what he should do.

Now it was a race against death, Yuan Qiang didn't talk about being a gentleman anymore, he pushed away the stewardess who was doing chest compressions, and put the patient's shoulders on his knees.

Shi Xiaoya found the disposable kavap from the first aid kit, and immediately sterilized the patient's neck briefly.

At the same time, Zhang Zifan wiped his hands, ignoring the seven-step hand washing method, and just wiped it carelessly.

Then, he fixed the thyroid cartilage with his left hand, and pressed down on the soft tissues on both sides to make the trachea protrude.

"No, this patient is too fat to see the tracheal wall clearly!"

At this time, the white doctor kneeling aside shook his head repeatedly.

The fat stewardess frowned and said, "Don't you have no clinical experience?"

The white doctor's words froze, and he could only spread his hands in embarrassment.

He did receive in-hospital training in tracheostomy, but had never performed one.

And even if he had practiced it, he had no confidence in completing the operation under such conditions.

However, Zhang Zifan ignored the noise around him.

In his eyes, an accurate incision path has emerged, just like blocking the needle entry point for anesthesia injection.

Now the only question is, where is the knife?
Of course Zhang Zifan didn't have a knife on him, not even a pair of nail clippers, so he took out a pen.

It is not an exclusive pen produced by the system.

It's the Parker pen that my younger brother Yuan Qiang just bought with last month's bonus!

Worth two thousand oceans!
brush!
A golden light flashed.

Before everyone could react, Zhang Zifan was like an emotionless killer, with the pen in his hand vertically downward from the lower edge of the cricoid cartilage.

Through the skin, subcutaneous tissue and muscle layer!

Passed through the gap between the two tracheal cartilage rings!
……

"Oh God, what is this Chinese doing?"

Several stewardesses were terrified. They thought that Zhang Zifan had murdered the patient.

However, the other doctors had already understood it, and because they understood it, they fell into a stagnation of thinking for a while, and they couldn't believe that this young surgeon was so courageous.

From squatting to taking action, it only took him a few seconds!

How did he do that?
Determine the location of a patient's cricoid cartilage in just a few seconds?

"Press! Adrenaline! Supply air!" Zhang Zifan still gave the order calmly.

The system prompt has not yet appeared, indicating that the patient is still not out of danger.

"Okay, boss!"

Yuan Qiang put down the patient and began to perform chest compressions on him.

As for the new pen stuck in the patient's throat, Yuan Qiang could only pretend that he didn't see it.

After all, it is very cost-effective to exchange a pen for a life.

Shi Xiaoya also resolutely injected two epinephrine injections into the patient
Under the comfort of Zhang Zifan and several other doctors, the fat stewardess finally knew that this was not a murder, but an extremely precise operation.

According to Zhang Zifan's request, she continued to give artificial respiration to the patient.

Of course, this time it was no longer mouth-to-mouth artificial respiration.

Instead, blow air through the barrel of the pen.

In routine surgery, after the trachea is incised, the tracheostomy cannula should be inserted immediately, the inner core should be removed, the air bag should be inflated, and the ventilator should be connected.

But now is an extraordinary period, Zhang Zifan can only use the hollow section of the pen tube as a tracheotomy cannula, and use the fat stewardess as an air bag and a ventilator.

Fortunately, the fat stewardess is still very powerful, full of energy, stable and continuous air supply!

A few more minutes passed, and the patient's bluish-purple face finally calmed down.

Although blood and foam were bubbling from his throat and he was unable to speak, his eyes were full of gratitude to Zhang Zifan.

Of course, if God gave him a chance to say a word at this time, what he wanted to say was not thank you, but "Doctor, can you give me some anesthetic! It hurts too much!"

It's a pity that whether Zhang Zifan, or other doctors or flight attendants, no one can understand his "cuckoo" sound.

After all, every second counts against time during first aid, and no one thinks about administering anesthesia.

As for postoperative anesthesia...

Everyone's attention is focused on the patient's life and death, and no one thinks about this issue at all.

But anyway, the patient finally recovered.

I don't know who started it, but there was applause in the cabin.

From sporadic, to enthusiastic, and finally everyone applauded rhythmically together.

At the same time, Chinese, English, Latin...

All kinds of compliments poured in.

Zhang Zifan and his team were praised like heroes.

【Ding!Congratulations on successfully completing an emergency tracheotomy, your maxillofacial surgery skills have been upgraded to A-level]

【Ding!Congratulations on receiving the following rewards]

[Special skills: Proficient in foreign languages, able to master languages ​​other than the familiar mother tongue in a short period of time]

[Purple equipment: life ambulance, a magical ambulance, the patient carried by this ambulance will not get worse within 30 minutes, and can limit blood loss within 60 minutes]

(End of this chapter)