"I've seen it."

"Yes, last time we met in San Francisco, we also consulted a patient together."

"Nice to meet you."

After the two chief physicians from the top hospitals exchanged words, someone announced his identity with a little regret: "I am Chang Aida, deputy chief physician of the Neonatology Department of Zhejiang Children's Hospital."

"Ge Ganzi, deputy chief physician of liver surgery at Nan@Jinggulou Hospital."

"Duan Chechao, deputy chief physician of the Department of Gynecology, West China Hospital."

Lao Huo didn't want to wait any longer. He was the deputy chief physician of a top hospital and was also the deputy chief physician.

Huo Congjun coughed heavily: "I am Huo Congjun, director of the emergency department of Yunhua Hospital."

He was also a little regretful. It would take a few months. If the emergency center was established, it would be ridiculous to talk about it.

The doctors present also felt threatened. They work in the emergency department and treat symptoms.

As for the group of young doctors present, there is no need to waste time by randomly reporting their names.

Huo Congjun moved his hands forward, separated a few people, and came to the patient.

The doctor who came early had already done a preliminary examination. At this time, he exchanged a few words with Huo Congjun in a low voice: "Tachycardia, 96, no signs of cerebral infarction, the patient's breathing is weak..."

"It may be laryngeal obstruction caused by tumor or trauma. Are the patient's family members here?" Lao Guateng, chief physician of the Department of Neurology, asked.

"I haven't been injured. Tumor... I don't know..." The patient's family member is a middle-aged woman in her 40s. She dared not look at it and looked at it, looking a little confused.

"No matter what the cause is, first perform a tracheotomy to solve the difficulty in breathing." Huo Congjun is used to working in the emergency department, and his way of doing things is completely different from that of doctors in professional departments. He made a decision in a few sentences.

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There was silence in the carriage for a few seconds before someone spoke:

"agree."

"Can."

"Do you have a knife?"

Chang Aida, the deputy chief physician of the neonatology department, who was in his prime and early in life, squatted down and began to touch the patient's neck.

The train conductor hurriedly asked: "I have sent someone to find the first aid kit and knife?"

"We also need wine, and a thin hose is best." Chang Aida said and explained to the patient's family: "The patient is out of breath now, so we cut his throat, exposed the trachea, and then intubated for assistance.

He breathes. This is a very small operation with very little risk. The main reason is that the equipment is not fully available now..."

While talking, a conductor brought a knife and first aid kit.

It is said to be a first aid kit, but it is more like a debridement kit, an examination kit or a medicine kit, a sphygmomanometer, a stethoscope, etc. It also has some medicines and syringes for treating headaches and fever, as well as gauze, cotton balls, disinfectant, etc.

There was no such thing as an intubation tube.

"Give me a pen. I'll make a temporary intubation and use a pen holder..."

Before Chang Aida finished speaking, several hands handed over a handful of pens.

The patient's family members were horrified to see it.

"Can you make it to the hospital?" the patient's wife whispered.

"It's too late, the patient may stop breathing at any time." Chang Aida shook her head and picked out a thick pen tube to be disinfected.

"How about I do it?" Ling Ran saw this and squeezed in without hesitation, holding his bag in one hand and Yu Yuan in the other.

Before anyone else could say anything, Ling Ran knelt down on the floor, took out his box, and unfolded it.

Inside the silver-white aluminum alloy box, from left to right, (straight) mosquito-type hemostatic forceps, (curved) mosquito-type hemostatic forceps, 140 hookless hemostatic forceps, 140 hooked hemostatic forceps, and 160 hookless hemostatic forceps are neatly placed.

Hemostatic forceps, fine needle holding forceps, small dressing forceps, large dressing forceps, tissue forceps, towel forceps, tissue scissors, tracheal dilation forceps, thyroid retractor, tracheal retractor and what is most needed at this time, No. 7 tracheal cannula, 8

No. 9 tracheal cannula, No. 9 tracheal cannula, No. 10 tracheal cannula...

It can be said that except that the scalpel handle does not have a blade, the entire set of equipment is present.

Huo Congjun couldn't help but smile proudly.

Ling Ran then opened the second layer of the box and took out two masks. He handed one to Yu Yuan, put the other on himself, and then the gloves...

"Please give me some space." Ling Ran turned around and ordered: "Scrub."

When Yu Yuan heard the order, she began to clear the affected area as if reflexively.

She was used to following Ling Ran's surgeries.

Using the theory that I have never eaten pork and seen pigs running, assuming that a pig butcher who travels from village to town can kill more than 100 pigs a year, then Yu Yuan has seven or eight years of experience following Ling Ran.

"Put down the drapes." Ling Ran followed the procedures in the operating room.

When the doctors saw Ling Ran taking out the scarf, they couldn't help but step back to make more space.

"Stay centered."

"knife."

"Vascular forceps."

"Small hook pulling."
Chapter completed!