White-eyed wolf

44.

Yu Yun couldn't believe that she really came to the airport with Shen Zhao without bringing anything, just because of an agreement that wasn't even an agreement.

Without doing homework in advance, and without any psychological preparation, it is a trip that just goes away.

It's just... so stupid.

The air ticket had already been booked, so Shen Zhao temporarily bought two large-capacity power banks, gave one to Yu Yun, and kept one in his hand.

According to what he said, as long as the mobile phone is not powered on, there is a way to come back no matter where you go.

Until boarding the plane, Yu Yun still had a sense of unreality, walking as if floating, thinking that she must be crazy to accompany Shen Zhao so nonsense.

The air ticket at [-] o'clock in the afternoon should arrive at two or three o'clock in the afternoon. At that time, go to the hotel to catch up on sleep. When you wake up, you can go to the beach to watch the sunset, listen to the tide, and ride the waves to blow the sea breeze. Thinking about it, I feel comfortable and romantic .

Shen Zhao was very happy in his heart. In fact, what pleased him the most was that Yu Yun didn't seem to have much dislike for this trip. He only said something too hasty at the beginning.

Speaking of it, this seems to be the first time two people have traveled together in a real sense.

Yu Yun was sitting near the window. After the plane took off, he was silently facing the small window. The light gilded his outline, making him feel extraordinarily lonely.

Outside the window, there is boundless expanse and freedom.

Above the sky, there is an endless sea of ​​gray and white clouds, like snow-capped mountains, with a blue sky in the background.

This is a place where nothing can hide.

Shen Zhao couldn't see Yu Yun's face, but felt that he was not asleep as usual, and couldn't help but wonder if he was also looking forward to something?

"You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery look at you upstairs."

Shen Zhao suddenly felt that this scene was so peaceful and beautiful.

In front of you is your sweetheart, and in front of you is the moon on the sea.

Although it is very vulgar to say this, he really hopes that time can stay at this moment forever.

"Travelers: Hello..."

The sudden broadcast broke the tranquility.

"...There is a seriously ill passenger on the plane. We urgently need the assistance of medical staff. If you are a doctor or nurse, please contact our flight attendants immediately. We are very grateful for your help!"

Hearing the announcement, some passengers became agitated, talking in a low voice, quite noisy.

Yu Yun turned her head when she heard that there was a seriously ill passenger. After the broadcast ended, she raised her hand to signal the flight attendant beside her without thinking.

Shen Zhao hurriedly pressed his hand, and said in a low voice: "Don't meddle in other people's business, if something goes wrong, the family members may blame you."

Yu Yun pondered for a moment, then took Shen Zhao's hand away: "But I can't give up any life just because I'm afraid of getting into trouble."

When Yu Yun said this, Shen Zhao knew that he would never sit idly by, and he couldn't stop him even if he wanted to, so he could only watch him get up from his seat.

Seeing this, the flight attendant immediately came over: "Hello, passenger."

"Hi, I'm a doctor. I just heard the radio. Where is the patient?" Yu Yun said.

"Are you a doctor?" The flight attendant was very pleasantly surprised, "That's really great, I'll take you there right away."

Yu Yun nodded slightly, and when he was about to leave, Shen Zhao immediately grabbed his wrist and stood up from his seat: "I'll go with you."

Yu Yun was stunned for a moment, then gave a soft "hmm", with an unclear attitude whether it was perfunctory or acquiescing.

"How is the patient's condition now?" Yu Yun asked as he walked.

"It's not good," the flight attendant explained, "The old man kept saying that he had chest pains and he couldn't breathe. We were afraid that he might have angina pectoris or myocardial infarction, so we gave him nitroglycerin."

Yu Yun frowned slightly, but said nothing.

From the first class to the economy class, many eyes were cast along the way, some were curious or worried, some watched the excitement, and some were attracted by the appearance of Yu Yun and Shen Zhao, no matter which one they belonged to, it made people feel uncomfortable. comfortable.

There were many people around the patient's location. The family members asked the old man how he was feeling, and then asked the crew when they could fly there and whether they could land midway. They were so anxious that they almost quarreled with the crew.

"Let's go, let's go, the doctor is here!" The flight attendant who led Yu Yun over shouted as he parted the crowd.

"Doctor, doctor..."

"The doctor is here!"

"Doctor, come on, help my dad!"

Some people pushed and some people pulled, and the scene was quite chaotic for a while. Yu Yun managed to get rid of them and said, "Don't worry, let me take a look first."

Yu Yun bent down to check, and saw the old man sitting on the seat, about 80 or [-] years old, short of breath, cyanotic lips, a little restless, humming with half-closed eyes.

"How long has the old man been like this?" Yu Yun asked the family members beside him.

"It's been a while, I just took the medicine and..." his daughter replied.

"Is there 10 minutes?" Yu Yun interrupted her.

"Yes, it's only about ten minutes."

"Well," Yu Yun asked while checking the old man's pupils, "Is it better after taking the medicine?"

"No," the old man's daughter shook her head, "it seems to be getting worse."

Yu Yun nodded, then patted the old man on the shoulder, raised his voice and whispered in his ear: "Old man, what's wrong with you?"

"... Oops... Huh, Huh..." The old man moaned in pain, panting quite badly, he opened his eyes, touched his right chest with his palm, "Doctor, I'm in pain... I can't breathe ...Oh...doctor, you must save me..."

"Don't worry," Yu Yun was afraid of the old man's hand comforting him, then got up and turned his head and said, "The family members, please help take off the old man's coat, and the staff take the first aid kit."

The family members were cooperative, and as soon as Yu Yun finished speaking, the old man's daughter called her husband to take off the old man's coat.

"Take off your sweater, too." Yu Yun said as he took off his coat, handed it to Shen Zhao, and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

"Doctor, take it off." The family member said.

After taking off the sweater, there was only one piece of thermal underwear left. Yu Yun put his hands symmetrically on both sides of the old man's chest through the clothes, and compared the degree to which the two sides expanded with breathing.

After about two breaths, Yu Yun lifted the old man's last piece of clothing in full view.

The old man is very thin, with well-defined ribs, and his wheat-colored skin is already loose. There are obvious skin folds on the left side of the chest, while the right side of the chest is fuller.

Yu Yun tapped on the old man's right chest with the usual technique, and then tapped twice on the corresponding part on the left side, and asked, "Did the old man have any respiratory diseases before?"

The old man's daughter thought for a while: "Yes, my dad's lungs have not been very good. When the weather changes, he often pants badly. He just had a cough for a while."

"Here's the first aid kit." The flight attendant hurried in with the box.

"It's just in time," Yu Yun stopped what he was doing, took the first-aid kit, opened it, and said while turning over, "I suspect that the old man's spontaneous pneumothorax was caused by the rupture of the bullae. The most important thing now is to deflate him." '."

The family members didn't understand, and didn't dare to ask more questions, and stood aside anxiously.

There was no thoracentesis needle in the first aid kit, and Yu Yun only found a syringe.He tore open the plastic package, took off the needle cover, pressed his thumb between the second and third ribs on the right side of the old man, sterilized it with a cotton ball, then picked up the syringe, and put the needle against the place just pressed by his thumb. that location.

It's about to go under the needle.

"...Wait," a flight attendant said suddenly, "Sorry, I want to ask if you have your practicing certificate? If so, please show it."

Yu Yun frowned and looked at her, and said, "I didn't bring it."

After hearing this, the anxious family members suddenly hesitated, and the way they looked at Yu Yun changed.

"Which hospital are you a doctor? What kind of department?" The flight attendant asked again.

"..." Yu Yun straightened up slowly, with the hand holding the syringe hanging by his leg, without saying a word.

Yes, after doing that kind of thing, what qualifications do I have to call myself a doctor?

"Hey, what's the matter with you?" Shen Zhao suddenly said.

Only then did everyone realize that there was such a tall man standing next to him. He raised his head and looked down at the flight attendant and family members, giving people an invisible sense of oppression, "Human life is at stake, you still have time to ask this question?" Then, check the account?"

"No, it's not," the flight attendant quickly explained, "We just need to record it..."

Perhaps it was Shen Zhao's words "human life is at stake" that alerted Yu Yun. He no longer hesitated, picked up the syringe and said, "No.1 civilian hospital in H City, Department of Cardiothoracic Surgery."

When the needle reached the position just now, Yu Yun softly reminded the old man: "There is no anesthetic, it may hurt a little, please bear with it."

The sharp needles reflect a cold metallic luster, and you can imagine the pain of being pricked just by looking at it.The family member's heart was wrenched, and he held his breath nervously. The moment the needle penetrated the flesh, the old man let out a groan in pain.

The needle continued to get closer and was already halfway in, but Yu Yun didn't show any intention of stopping.

The family members had never seen a thoracentesis before. Looking at it like this, I felt goosebumps all over my body, and couldn't help but ask, "Doctor, is it too deep?"

Yu Yun didn't respond, all his attention was focused on the syringe in his hand. Finally, when the needle was about two-thirds of the way in, Yu Yun felt a sense of emptiness, which meant that the needle had entered the chest cavity.

Yu Yunhui drew out a tube of gas, then separated the syringe from the needle, and fixed the needle with medical tape.

The whole process takes less than 3 minutes, with professional techniques and neat movements.

Shen Zhao has been watching quietly, as if everything around him has lost its light and shadow, and Yu Yun's every move has become very clear.Others may not know it, but Shen Zhao knows that all the details in his hands are to reduce the suffering of patients.

He used to be such a gentle person.

"The family members came over to help hold the needle, don't let it fall off." Yu Yun warned.

Yu Yun found another pair of rubber gloves in the first aid kit, cut off half of the finger cot with scissors, and cut vertically at the fingertip to make a simple skin flap, then put it on the end of the needle just now, Secure with tape.

The high-pressure gas in the chest cavity was continuously discharged from the needle, and it was obvious that the rubber fingertips bulged slightly, and the gas escaped from the slit at the fingertips.

"Okay, pay attention to holding the needle well," Yu Yun pulled another piece of tape, fixed the needle on the old man's chest wall, then got up, and said to the family members, "What I'm doing now is only first aid. I'll go to the hospital as soon as I get off the plane."

"Okay, okay, thank you doctor, really thank you doctor!"

The family members were overwhelmed with gratitude, and the old man's son-in-law took out a wad of money and wanted to give it to Yu Yun, but Yu Yun flatly refused.

Yu Yun came out from the crowd, and Shen Zhao put on his coat smoothly: "Thanks for your hard work."

Yu Yun stared at him blankly for a while, turned away and hurriedly took the clothes: "I, I will do it myself."

Shen Zhao saw that the skin behind his ears was slightly red, so he secretly smiled and asked, "Why did you tie a finger cot on the buttocks of the needle just now?"

"Make a valve to prevent the gas from being sucked back," Yu Yun put on his coat and continued, "Actually, you don't have to use gloves. Balloons or condoms are fine."

"...Oh," Shen Zhao nodded, touched his chin as if pointing, "Condoms."

Yu Yun's face turned red: "What are you thinking? I'm serious."

"I didn't think about anything." Shen Zhao denied it.

In this way, it seemed that Yu Yun was thinking wrongly, he pursed his lips, turned his head and walked towards the first class cabin.

"Hey, wait, I'm just joking!"