Sign In: Going Back to Being a Surgeon 10 Years Ago Chapter 13: If something goes wrong, I am responsible

In fact, Wu Yuan had noticed Fu Pingyi's actions just now, and there were some bad omens, but he was still unable to determine what went wrong with him.

When Wu Yuan walked over just now, he had several medical and pathological guesses in his mind.

Fu Pingyi's condition did look quite bad, his eyes were closed tightly, his head twitched slightly, and there was a slight noise in his throat.

Wu Yuan opened his eyelids to see that his pupils turned up.

Zhou Qiang couldn't help asking: "How is it? What's the situation?"

Hu Yunting: "Wu Yuan, you, if you are not sure, just wait for the ambulance to come..."

Wu Yuan waved his hand: "When will the ambulance come?"

Zhou Qiang: "There is a bit of a traffic jam around here, they said it will take half an hour."

Wu Yuan looked serious: "It's too late, this is epilepsy, after half an hour, it may cause irreversible brain damage."

When everyone heard this, their expressions changed drastically.

Wu Yuan: "This old man is not young, the risk is very high, and he must deal with it immediately!"

Tian Baohui: "……response, emergency response? Who, who will do it?"

Wu Yuan ignored Tian Baohui, turned to the clerk and said, "First aid kit, bring the first aid kit here!"

Generally speaking, such shopping malls or storefronts should prepare first aid kits.

But the clerk hurriedly said: "Yes, there is a medicine box, but there is no first aid kit."

Wu Yuan had no choice but to say: "Take it here, hurry up!"

The medicine box was brought over, and Wu Yuan searched it quickly. They were basically simple hemostatic medicine and bandages, basically nothing useful.

Wu Yuan: "Knife and straw!"

Staff: "Huh?"

Wu Yuan: "Stop it, hurry up!"

The clerk hurried over.

Zhou Qiang: "... What are you going to do?"

Wu Yuan: "His throat is already stuck to death by phlegm, he must undergo a tracheotomy as soon as possible, otherwise he will suffer from suffocation!"

Hu Yunting and Tian Baohui's expressions changed.

Tracheostomy! ?

It's not a good thing to hear.

The clerk brought a fruit knife and a thick straw.

Wu Yuan actually wants to use this kind of thing for surgery! ?

What an international joke!

Tian Baohui's eyes widened: "You, you don't mess around! This is not a joke! Who is responsible if something goes wrong!?"

Wu Yuan glanced at Tian Baohui, and responded coldly: "Are you responsible?"

To be honest, Wu Yuan saved people like a fire and drank it out.

If something really happened and he failed to save people, then he, Wu Yuan, would indeed be responsible. If the matter was serious, his doctor's license might be lost.

Tian Baohui: "...This is impossible! You can't do this! A little doctor like you can't afford it!"

Wu Yuan: "Stop talking nonsense! Do you really want to save people!"

Tian Baohui became a little hysterical, trembling all over, pointed at Wu Yuan and shouted: "You, your level is not good!"

Wu Yuan waved his hands in annoyance, without even looking at Tian Baohui.

Wu Yuan said to Zhou Qiang seriously: "If you don't want this old gentleman to have an accident, just tell this kid to shut up!"

Zhou Qiang glanced at Tian Baohui, Tian Baohui acted smartly, and dared not speak again.

Wu Yuan: "Lighter."

The clerk hurriedly made arrangements.

Others can probably guess that the lighter is used to sterilize the fruit knife.

Wu Yuan lit the lighter, roasted the blade twice, and then waited for the blade to cool before starting to operate.

Everyone's eyes widened, their expressions twisted and painful.

Especially Hu Yunting, who wanted to watch but didn't dare to watch, seemed particularly entangled.

In fact, what Wu Yuan did was a tracheotomy that is commonly used in first aid. The principle and steps are not complicated, as long as a medical student with solid foundation can do it.

But the problem was that Wu Yuan didn't have any suitable surgical tools at hand, not even a scalpel, let alone a metal trachea.

Fortunately, there are small oxygen cylinders in the first aid kit, which may be useful when the time comes.

Wu Yuan laid Fu Pingyi's body upright, and then slightly raised his head with objects.

As for the anesthesia, I'll leave it alone.

Fu Pingyi is completely unconscious now, and he can't feel any pain.

Now it's time to race against the clock.

To be honest, Wu Yuan was really a little nervous. After all, no matter how superb his medical skills were, he couldn't guarantee 100% that there would be no problems or mistakes.

Wu Yuan took off Fu Pingyi's shirt, picked up a fruit knife, and cut the skin and subcutaneous tissue along the midline of the front of the neck from the lower edge of the thyroid cartilage to the suprasternal fossa.

Because there is no scalpel, this step is quite difficult.

If you have too much strength, you can't do it, and if you have too little strength, you can't do it.

If it weren't for Wu Yuan's very skillful use of fingers and moderate strength, it would be hard not to have problems.

Wu Yuan: "Get the hemostatic bandage ready."

Zhou Qiang was a little panicked, quickly picked up the bandage, and replied: "Okay, okay..."

A wonderful thing happened.

Although the cut was not long, it was deep, but the blood flow was not as much as imagined.

There is no such scene of blood spraying on the column.

This made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

He was also amazed at Wu Yuan's level.

Insiders watch the doorway, laymen watch the excitement.

If an insider looks at it, they are not just amazed, they will be very surprised.

This shows that the wound caused by Wu Yuan not only avoided most of the blood vessels ~IndoMTL.com~ even muscle fibers were taken into consideration.

This is something that only a high-level doctor can do.

The next step is to separate the pretracheal tissue.

This step is key.

Wu Yuan: "Wine."

Zhou Qiang: "Huh?"

Wu Yuan: "Give me strong wine."

Zhou Qiang: "How strong is it?"

Wu Yuan: "As strong as you can be!"

The clerk was conscious, and immediately found a bottle of high-quality Cuban rum.

This is for mixing coffee, and I can't use a bottle for a month.

Wu Yuan was fine, and fell directly on his hands.

There is no way, in order to save people, disinfection must be in place!

In fact, this step requires the use of vascular forceps, but now there is no condition, so I can only use bare hands.

Fortunately, Wu Yuan's fingers are not vegetarian, they are golden fingers!

Wu Yuan inserted his fingers into the wound, separated the sternohyoid muscle and sternothyroid muscle, and exposed the thyroid isthmus.

Wu Yuan found that Fu Pingyi's isthmus was too wide, which was a little troublesome, but Wu Duo couldn't be bothered. He hooked the lower edge of the isthmus slightly, and hooked the trachea up.

The courageous ones were still watching, while the less courageous ones hid aside and turned their heads away, but looked over curiously from the corner of their eyes.

This kind of scene can only be seen in film and television dramas!

This is a real live broadcast! The reality is even more surprising!

Hu Yunting couldn't bear to see such a scene, but instead she was not so scared. She found that Wu Yuan was so calm and free-spirited when he was doing these movements.

Is this still the Wu Yuan she knew? Is he still the very frizzy poor boy in my impression?

How did Wu Yuan become like this? It's like two different people!