The Surgeon's Studio

Zheng Ren raised his head. The waiter's system panel's color started to turn red rapidly from a faint green - a diagnosis appeared in front of Zheng Ren's eyes. It was - tense chest cavity -

This was a fatal illness.

[Tenacrotatic pneumothorax] referred to a larger lung bubble rupture, a larger and deeper lung rupture, or bronchyle rupture. The rupture was connected to the pleura cavity and formed a one - way valve.

When inhaling, the air entered the pleura cavity through the opening, and when exhaling, the valve closed, so the air in the cavity could not be discharged, causing the pressure in the pleura cavity to constantly rise, oppressing the lungs and gradually causing them to collapse.

If the high - pressure air in the pleura cavity was squeezed into the diaphragm, it would spread to the subcutaneous tissue, forming subcutaneous edema in the neck, face, chest, and other places.

The illness was sudden, and if it was delayed for a while, it could easily be fatal.

The waiter was as tall as a bamboo pole.

Young men with this kind of figure were the most likely to have spontaneous pneumothorax.

Zheng Ren stood up abruptly, let go of Xie Yiren's hand, and strode to the waiter's side.

"You're not feeling well?" Zheng Ren asked gently.

He switched from customer mode to doctor mode and prepared for emergency treatment without any difficulty.

The waiter was very young, not even 20 years old. She was originally covered in sweat and her face was red.

But in just a moment, the blood on his face receded like the tide, and what came after was a deathly white.

He nodded and wanted to smile to show that he was fine.

However, he had felt a sharp pain in his chest before, and now it was starting to feel stuffy. He began to breathe rapidly.

Zheng Ren knew that this was a natural reaction of his body.

In a state of oxygen deficiency, it was natural to inhale hard, just like in the Highland area at 4000 meters above sea level.

However, the more he inhaled, the more gas appeared in his chest cavity, and the faster the lung tissue was compressed.

The lung tissue was quickly squashed, causing breathing difficulty to worsen. The patient would continue to try hard to breathe.

This was a negative feedback process, which was also the reason why patients with tension pneumothorax had an acute attack and a high risk of death.

"Don't worry, sit down. " Zheng Ren held the young man's arm and supported his body, helping him to sit on a chair at the side.

"What are you doing!" The person sitting there was also holding a bottle of wine. He seemed to be 70% to 80% drunk. His face was unhappy and he was completely unaware of the situation.

"Please make way, he's sick." Zheng Ren said.

"On what basis! I'm here to spend. " The man shouted with his eyes wide open.

Su Yun brought a chair over and helped the waiter sit down with Zheng Ren. She ignored the middle - aged man who was eating skewers.

There was no point in arguing now.

Besides, he was right. He was here for a meal, not a doctor. He didn't know what had happened.

Even the doctors, other than Zheng Ren, who was a cheater, did not know what had happened.

Zheng Ren helped the waiter to sit down, tore off his shirt, and put his ear close to the waiter.

"Spontaneous pneumothorax?" Old he stood up and asked doubtfully.

"Maybe. The boss is checking his body." "Xiao Feng, did you bring your stethoscope?" Su Yun asked.

Feng Xuhui was speechless.

Even though the box was big, it was filled with consumables for interventional surgeries. Who would bring a first aid box with them when they went out for no reason?

Besides, with the scope of boss Zheng's surgery, a first aid kit was not enough.

Su Yun felt regretful as well. He saw Zheng Ren raise his head and started to perform a percussion.

He placed his left hand on the service staff's chest wall and used his right middle finger to tap on the joint of his left middle finger. The sound of percussion came from the patient's chest wall.

His voice wasn't loud, but Su Yun could hear the abnormality.

It was the most basic chest examination. If he could not tell, he could just go to bed.

Old he also heard the abnormality and said in astonishment,""It's really a pneumothorax. "

As he spoke, he took out his phone and began to dial 120.

"Old he, it's best if you call 120 and ask them to bring a breast bottle." Zheng Ren said in a deep voice.

"Tension pneumothorax?!" Su Yun asked.

Zheng Ren nodded.

The surrounding diners looked at what was happening and discussed animatedly.

"What's wrong with that waiter?"

"I don't know. Tsk, tsk, his clothes were torn. That young man had such a fetish? This could be considered harassment. It's immoral to do this in broad daylight. "

"Why didn't that person fight back? even a waiter can't be bullied. That's too much!"

A few customers with a strong sense of justice stood up and denounced Zheng Ren.

The boss also walked out from inside and asked with a puzzled face,""What's going on?"

"He had a sudden pneumothorax attack ... He's seriously ill. We've already called the ambulance." Zheng Ren asked,"do you have an injector?"

"The meat in my house is never filled with water, where would I get a syringe!" The boss said angrily.

As for the pneumothorax and the 120 ambulance, they were so far away from him that they were far from being as simple and direct as injecting water and meat.

Zheng Ren was speechless.

The waiter's expression was getting worse and worse. No matter how Zheng Ren consoled him, his breathing became more and more rapid.

"Did you cut open the bag?" Although old he knew he didn 't, he still asked subconsciously.

Fortunately, boss Zheng had asked for an ambulance with a chest bottle. It would be fine after the ambulance arrived in a few minutes.

The patient was fine after closed drainage was performed.

'This is a small matter, a small matter,' old he consoled himself.

However, before he could hear the sound of the 120 ambulance running out of power, the young attendant was already weak. He was sweating profusely, and his lips were blue and purple. He was like a fish that had been thrown onto the shore, trying hard to open his mouth to breathe.

"Calm down! Don't use so much force, relax, relax. " Zheng Ren consoled the waiter anxiously as he looked around for something he could get his hands on.

If it didn't work, he could only buy it from the system space.

However, to conjure something out of thin air under the watchful eyes of the crowd was simply too much.

Zheng Ren gritted his teeth, his masseter muscles bulging, and his face was serious.

"President Zheng, what do you want?" Fan Tianshui walked over, wanting to help.

"Syringe, draw the air out. If you don't have a syringe, a needle will do. You'll feel better after you insert it and let out your breath. " Su Yun was also looking for something.

But the syringe ...

Even if the person who had the syringe took it out, Zheng Ren would not dare to let the waiter use it.

'If it doesn't work, I can only use a cleaner knife,' Zheng Ren thought.

Fan Tianshui thought for a moment, then grabbed a straw from the counter and asked,""President Zheng, is it like this? You'll be fine after inserting it?"

"Yes." Zheng Ren's eyes lit up."Go and find a knife."

"Oh." Su Yun quickly ran to the kitchen.

Fan Tianshui hesitated for a moment, then picked up a straw and opened the packaging. He asked carefully,""President Zheng, are you going to make an incision and put this in?"

"Yes."

"Which position?"

Zheng Ren felt that fan Tianshui had talked a little too much today, but he still pointed to the second intercostal space on the medial line of the collarbone on the patient's left chest.

Then, he left a mark there with his nails.

As soon as his hand left, Zheng Ren was stunned to see fan Tianshui holding a straw between two fingers and stabbing it into the patient's chest wall like a dagger.