I'm really an intern

Chapter 229 I Guess If This Needle Is Going Down, What Is Piercing Is Hope

Time seemed to pass very slowly at this moment.

Four pairs of eyes belonging to white coats stared at the end of the needle piercing the waist.

The nurse in charge of the bed and the nurse's station who came over next to him couldn't help but hold their breath.

Silent prayers flashed through everyone's hearts.

It can be a second.

two seconds.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds passed.

The end of the needle is quiet and there is no tendency to ooze liquid.

The uncontrollable disappointment began to spread little by little.

Except for Zhang Tianyang who was still staring at the end of the needle calmly, the faces of the others were more or less withdrawn.

"Wait?"

Although he didn't want to kill the confidence of this young doctor with great potential, the attending doctor still spoke up.

Zhang Tianyang has already received two and a half injections, but there is no sign of success at all.

Reminiscent of his helplessness of being busy in front of this old lady's bed for nearly half an hour like yesterday, but he couldn't get a drop of cerebrospinal fluid out, he almost sentenced the old lady to death in his heart.

Cerebral hemorrhage itself is a disease with a very high fatality rate.

And it is very easy to relapse in a short time.

But if the lumbar puncture can't draw out the cerebrospinal fluid, and can't take anticoagulant drugs.

The drainage tube connected to the brain has been kept, and the old lady will suffer from intracranial infection sooner or later.

Left and right are dead.

Zhang Tianyang still stared at the slightly trembling needle tail.

The attending doctor couldn't bear it.

"Xiao Zhang, replace me, I'll try again."

Although he tried again, it was just a dying struggle.

But Zhang Tianyang was still stuck in place, motionless.

"Wait a minute."

"This"

The attending doctor couldn't say anything for a while, but his mood became visibly agitated.

The head nurse who was onlookers also frowned, and gently pushed the little nurse in charge of the bed who followed her to watch the fun.

"Don't look, go to work!"

The head nurse had never heard of Zhang Tianyang's legend.

In her eyes, this was nothing more than a little intern who happened to find the key one morning, and at best it was luck.

I don't know why the attending doctor went crazy, he dared to let such a serious patient do it.

No matter how lively it is, there will be no results.

The two nurses went on to do their own thing.

There were only four white coats left beside the old lady's hospital bed.

Song Changkong pressed half of the old lady's body, quietly raised his head, looked at Zhang Tianyang whose face remained unchanged, and then at the attending doctor who was getting more and more anxious.

Then he continued to lower his head, looking at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose.

As a clinical veteran, his principle of doing things is to be active when he should be active, and to minimize his presence when he should not talk.

Lin Ke'an was also observing the two of them.

She may be the most confident in Zhang Tianyang among so many white coats present.

After all, although the doctor in charge had heard the legend of Zhang Tianyang, it was limited to two or three rumors.

But she knows much more than that.

That little idiot Lin Lin, in order to persuade her own big black face to stay away, revealed all the things she knew about Zhang Tianyang's "turning the tide".

At that time, Lin Ke'an was taken aback.

She felt that her luck had already been skewed, but Zhang Tianyang had encountered more things in the two months since she was in the clinic than she had in the final year of her rotation.

So at this time, she couldn't help but remind the attending doctor.

"Teacher, when did we start posing?"

"45:[-]!"

The attending doctor answered without thinking.

The old lady's situation is special, and the time for the drainage tube to be clamped needs to be strictly controlled, so he deliberately took care of the time.

"It started at 45 minutes."

Lin Ke'an deliberately prolonged his tone, "Now it's 48 points, exactly 3 minutes."

"48 minutes and 3 minutes"

The attending doctor, who was in a state of anxiety, was suddenly taken aback, and turned his head to look at the wall clock behind him.

The digital wall clock clearly shows the current time, which is 48:[-] pm!

So, Xiao Zhang just did so much preparatory work, two and a half stitches, and waited for so long, it only took 3 minutes?

Is it that fast?

Obviously in his impression, at least seven or eight minutes must have passed!

Could it be that he crossed over?

But the attending doctor blinked hard, and the number on the wall clock was still 48 minutes.

Really 3 minutes!

The impetuous mood instantly calmed down.

In 3 minutes, even if given to him, he wouldn't be able to wear it!

The attending doctor became quiet and continued to pay attention to Zhang Tianyang's movements.

I just couldn't help but occasionally turned to look at the digital wall clock behind me.

Zhang Tianyang waited for 30 seconds to confirm that there was no cerebrospinal fluid flow out, and then switched the functions of his left and right hands again, and pushed the needle core back.

But he still didn't intend to pull out the needle.

Gently, gently pushed the needle in with the right hand a little bit, and then rotated a small oblique angle.

Pull out the plunger again.

Continue to stare at the end of the needle.

one second.

Five seconds.

ten seconds.

When the attending doctor was about to lose patience again, Zhang Tianyang suddenly said something out of nowhere.

"Okay."

"What's okay?"

The attending doctor was stunned for a moment, then quickly leaned forward and moved to the closest distance within the safe range.

Then I finally saw the abnormality at the end of the needle.

There appeared a layer of dark red color, which was very similar to the original color of the needle tail, and was swelling water droplets extremely slowly!

"Did it come out?"

The good news came too suddenly, Zhang Tianyang moved again before he had time to react.

I saw Zhang Tianyang fixed the needle body with his left hand, and scooped up an empty 20ml syringe with his right hand on the puncture bag.

Then with a twist of two fingers, the needle of the syringe was easily removed.

After a light operation that would make the little nurse envious, the syringe was pushed into the end of the puncture needle.

"what are you doing"

Just as the attending doctor had time to say a word, Zhang Tianyang's index finger on his right hand had already used all his strength.

Aspiration of the syringe encounters momentary resistance.

But soon, a subtle sense of breakthrough was fed back to the fingertips again.

Less than one milliliter of dark red liquid was sucked out of the syringe.

Given the large diameter of the 20ml syringe, the thickness of the liquid can hardly be seen at first glance.

But Zhang Tianyang stopped decisively.

Similarly, the two fingers of the left hand fixed the needle body, leaving two free fingers to pinch the syringe at the end of the needle.

But the right hand picked up the core of the puncture needle again.

"Help kick a yellow trash can down there."

Zhang Tianyang began to issue orders, the attending doctor was stunned for a moment, and responded immediately.

He didn't care that Zhang Tianyang was committing the following crime, he hurriedly went to find the trash can with a yellow trash bag, and kicked it to the ground between Zhang Tianyang's body and the bed.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Tianyang's eyes froze.

Using two fingers of his left hand, the syringe was instantly pulled out and fell towards the trash can below under the force of gravity.

In an instant, a dark red liquid sprayed out from the tail of the needle that reopened the channel.

But Zhang Tianyang looked calm, as if he had expected such a situation long ago.

With a slight shake of his right hand, the puncture needle core that had been prepared a long time ago was aimed at the end of the needle, and was sent in, halfway into it.

The cerebrospinal fluid that was ejected at an extremely fast speed just turned into a trickle under the obstruction of half of the puncture needle core.

They scrambled to be the first to fall, and hit the sterile drape behind the old lady, playing the movement of hope.

At this moment, uncontrollable surprises flooded the faces of the three white coats around them.

　Although it is still burning, but the monthly ticket list is 108~ Chongya! !

　　

　

(End of this chapter)