Zheng Ren tried his best to penetrate the patient's throat and let the patient's upper respiratory tract cough out by himself. At the same time, he inhale vigorously, and negative pressure was formed in the mouth and artificial suction of sputum from mouth.

Three seconds later, Zheng Ren raised his head, picked up a sterile towel covered by the patient's body, and wiped his mouth.

A large mouthful of sticky blood phlegm was sucked out.

He took a deep breath and repeated the operation again.

After aspirating five mouthfuls of phlegm, Zheng Ren could feel that the young patient's agitation was much lighter.

Looking at the little patient, although she was in a state of hemorrhagic shock and had no consciousness, the secretions blocked in the upper airway were sucked out and her breathing was basically unobstructed. The body began to work hard to breathe fresh air and improve her hypoxia.

The faint sound of roaring roaring roaring continued. Although the crisis was solved, it was not over yet.

Zheng Ren directed the flat car to continue running towards the operating room.

"I'll go... does that doctor want to eat people?" Seeing the flat car continue to run, the people who were eating melons next to him were shocked to discuss.

"I really don't know anything, that's artificial respiration."

"No, artificial respiration requires pressing the chest, and it's useless to just breathe."

No one knew what Zheng Ren did, he was alone in charge of the rescue.

The young patient was unfortunately met a fake lifting chair. But she was very lucky to meet Zheng Ren and did not die inexplicably.

The young nurse called the elevator and did not ask the flat car to continue waiting.

Some people expressed anger at not being able to get into the elevator, but after the blood-dripping flat car was pushed over, they stopped talking.

Except for a few cases, no one will compete with emergency rescue patients for elevators.

After sending the patient to the operating room, Zheng Ren breathed a sigh of relief.

It should be that there is no big problem. He watched the patient being sent in, grabbed a nurse and said, "Please give me a bottle of salt water."

Zheng Ren's hand was stained with blood and secretions from the patient's respiratory tract. The nurse glared at him in disgust and left without saying a word.

So helpless... Where is Dean Wang? Zheng Ren noticed that Dean Wang was gone at this time.

Where can I change my clothes?

In the strange operating room, the strange but not friendly nurse, Zheng Ren was covered in blood and secretions, and was a little confused.

"Bang~" The door of the operating room opened, and Dean Wang and Liu Xuzhi hurriedly ran in.

Old Liu was better, but Dean Wang's face turned purple and he ran all the way. He almost tried his best to keep up at this time.

After all, Zheng Ren also understands this in his fifties, lacks exercise all year round and his body cannot keep up.

"Boss Zheng, you run so fast." Dean Wang said panting.

"Take me to change my clothes. Have the general surgeons come up? Are the blood ready?" Zheng Ren asked.

Dean Wang still knows nothing.

The rescue was not in control at all, and Zheng Ren was also a little helpless.

No one followed him, and he didn't look like the director of a hospital at all. Zheng Ren smiled bitterly. It was probably because Fan Tao brought it from home, and no one in the dean's office knew about these things.

Dean Wang took it to the locker room, and Zheng Ren found a tap and rinsed his mouth hard.

The feeling of suctioning phlegm to mouth is really bad, Zheng Ren thought to himself. Fortunately, the patient was saved, and if he couldn't save it, his mood would be even worse.

"Boss Zheng, did you have artificial respiration just now?" Dean Wang asked while changing his clothes.

"The phlegm blocks the airway, I'll suck out the phlegm." Zheng Ren rinsed his mouth three times, wiped his face with cold water, took off the isolation suit, wiped his face randomly, and changed to a new isolation suit.

Dean Wang only knew how to suction phlegm from mouth to mouth, but he didn't expect to see it with his own eyes, so he was stunned for a moment.

You can't think about this, the more you think about it, the more you feel disgusting.

However, the effect was immediate. The girl's face was purple before and she kept twitching on the flat car. Zheng Renzhen was afraid that the electroplating rod would be touched during the restlessness, and then caused new damage to the abdominal cavity again.

"Director Wang, the patient's blood has been sent for examination." Although Zheng Ren knew that the dean knew almost nothing, he still asked a question.

"It should be given."

"You can urge you to see the results of hepatitis B, syphilis, and AIDS." Zheng Ren said.

Although there is no label on the system panel, what if the big pig's hooves miss these infectious diseases?

I didn't think about it when I was rescued, and at that time, Zheng Ren didn't have time to think about it. But a little relaxed, Zheng Ren immediately realized this.

"Oh, OK, OK." Dean Wang responded quickly.

Xilin Town People's Hospital still has these examinations. If you don't check them, just check them.

"Boss Zheng, the patient can survive." Dean Wang asked this question again, which was his confusion.

Fortunately, there is Boss Zheng from 912. If there isn't, I'm afraid the child is making corpse cooking now.

Zheng Ren sighed.

If you are more skilled in this rescue, there should be no problem.

Neither in Haicheng nor in 912, there is a possibility of death.

But in this small border hospital, Zheng Ren himself was not sure. He was not confident in his rescue methods and had no confidence in his level. God knows what would happen inside!

The most difficult part was solved by myself... Forget it, I'd better go and take a look. The level of emergency treatment in this case is too poor, and I feel unsure if I don't watch the operation finish.

After surgery...

Alas, Zheng Ren sighed and said, "Director Wang, are you familiar with the icu in the province?"

"I..." Dean Wang immediately realized what Zheng Ren meant. He thought for a while and said, "I'll call for help and ask a teacher to support me."

"Yeah." Zheng Ren was relieved this time.

It’s just that simple trauma is not particularly complicated. In addition, the patient is not old and his body should recover very quickly. After the operation is taken, and the hospitalization doctor at the provincial hospital is guarding him here, there will be no big problem.

After changing his clothes, Zheng Ren and Dean Wang walked into the operating room.

There were very few surgery rooms, only 5. The last surgery room had a light on, indicating that the surgery was being performed.

Zheng Ren walked over directly.

"Boss Zheng, you did a great job of intervening surgery." Dean Wang didn't know what to say, so he could only praise him in a calm and unpretentious manner.

"Oh, I'm a general and I'm a monk after I've had an interventional surgery, and I've become a monk halfway through the journey," said Zheng Ren.

"..." Dean Wang was stunned for a moment, and then understood. He was a professor from 912. He looked young, but he couldn't be looked down upon.

He ran and rushed in front of Zheng Ren and opened the sensing door.

"We are the laminar operating room we built a few years ago, with a radius of hundreds of miles, and they are the best." President Wang introduced.

Zheng Ren has no idea about this.

The operating room has laminar flow, isn’t that right? But think about it, it’s not easy to have a laminar flow operating room in such a small town.

After entering the operating room, the tracheal intubation had just been inserted, and the anesthesiologist was adjusting the parameters of the ventilator and holding a book on his hand.

Zheng Ren felt a little cold after seeing it.
Chapter completed!