medical treatment

Chapter 83 Teacher, I Don't Dare
Both Dean Li Yao and his wife are in good health. At least Yu Zhiming didn't find any problems.

After sending the two of them out of the small central building, Qi Yue reminded Yu Zhiming and said, "President Li is really capable of doing something."

"Use your ability, use the hospital's money, please the whole hospital, and even increase his own reputation."

"It is estimated that in just one or two weeks, there will be a relatively large change in the leadership of the hospital."

Qi Yue turned around to look at Yu Zhiming, and said with a light smile, "You guys don't give up too much, you are very clever, and you know how to put yourself on the line to please the leader."

Yu Zhiming smiled a little guiltyly.

Just now, this guy not only fully agreed with Dean Li Yao's plan, but also set the time for the physical examination on Friday.

He also offered to work overtime on a Saturday every other week, and wholeheartedly check the health of his colleagues.

"Teacher, the main reason is that money is tight. I only found out when I arrived in Binhai that a monthly income of tens of thousands of yuan is not considered rich."

“The prices here are insane.”

"Also, since this is an unavoidable job, finish it early and feel at ease."

There is a subsidy of 100 per person for the inspection, and [-] people are inspected a day, that is [-].

Six days a month, that's [-].

If you work harder, you can increase your income by [-] per month. Yu Zhiming thinks this effort is completely worthwhile compared to the harvest.

Qi Yue snorted lightly, then turned to ask: "You applied for the graduate student of Professor Wen Keming of Peking University School of Medicine?"

Yu Zhiming hummed, and asked in surprise, "Teacher, how did you know?"

"Do you know that Professor Wen?"

Qi Yue asked in surprise, "You still don't know?"

"The fact that you were rejected as a No.1 postgraduate student in the re-examination has become another hot topic on the Internet."

Pausing for two seconds, Qi Yue continued: "The tutor you applied for the exam back then, that is, this Professor Wen, has been found out by a netizen with great powers."

"I don't know this person, but I have only read two or three papers he has published, and he still has talent."

"To Ming..."

Qi Yue persuaded again: "Everyone lives in a network of relationships, especially in the medical field, where the network is more dense."

"Moreover, in the admission of graduate students, the subjective wishes and tendencies of tutors can play a relatively large role."

"Now, those two people who were admitted are still studying hard in the ivory tower, but you have gradually gained a reputation, and you are many times better than those two people."

"Don't worry about this matter."

Yu Zhiming exhaled lightly and said, "Teacher, I don't care about it anymore, but I still have some difficulties."

That's why last night, when he saw a netizen bring up the issue of academic qualifications and advanced studies, he couldn't bear it, so he signed up for a small account to talk about the postgraduate re-examination.

Yu Zhiming himself did not expect that this matter could become a hot topic of discussion on the Internet.

"Teacher, everything in the past is a gift from life, and it has also made me who I am now."

"I will never forget about it again."

Qi Yue nodded in satisfaction with Yu Zhiming's statement, and confessed: "Tonight, I have an appointment with Dean Ning'an Gu, and he will bring a partner to discuss the matter of promoting Xingyi."

"You also want to participate."

"Let's go, it's time to go back to patrol the room..."

After the routine rounds were completed, Qi Yue rushed to the cardiopulmonary building to attend a consultation.

As soon as he came to the heart and lung building, he saw several young men in white coats pushing a medical gurney, crying and running.

A young man was lying on a gurney, and a white coat was riding on him, giving him cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

"Junior brother, hold on, hold on!"

"Brother, how can you be so stupid!"

"You shouldn't do that?"

Qi Yue stopped in his tracks, frowned, and noticed that the young man on the gurney had purple lips.

Obviously, CPR didn't do much for him.

"What happened?" Qi Yue asked coldly.

Pushing a gurney, a sweaty strong white coat was about to reprimand, but found that the person who asked was the famous doctor Qi Yue from the hospital.

He was shocked immediately.

"Director Qi, one of our junior brothers, Luo Yang, couldn't think about it for a while, so he gave himself an air injection."

"Director Qi, do you see this?"

Qi Yue's heart sank.

Doctors belong to a high-stress group, and Huashan Hospital has medical workers who kill themselves for various reasons every year.

Sometimes, more than one a year.

This guy had an air injection. Judging from the purple color on his lips, he had an air embolism in his lungs.

This is a symptom that can kill a person in a matter of minutes.

Injecting a small amount of air into the blood vessels of the human body generally does not cause much harm.

But a large amount of air is injected at one time, such as more than 100ml...

The air will be broken into bubbles of different sizes by the powerful heart, and flow to all parts of the body along with the blood.

Some air bubbles will directly form an embolism effect in some slender blood vessels, becoming a substantial obstruction and completely blocking blood flow, causing serious consequences.

If an air embolism forms in the lungs, the consequences can be instantly fatal.

Qi Yue directly ordered: "In this situation, it's too late to send him to the cardiopulmonary building for emergency treatment. Go to my research center."

"Quick, as fast as possible."

"And you..."

Qi Yue casually grabbed a young man in a white coat, "Go and get some puncture needles, and follow as quickly as possible!"

In view of Qi Yue's prestige and authority, his words were followed meticulously by everyone without thinking.

A group of people immediately changed the direction of the gurney, rushing towards the Qiyue Medical Research Center.

At the same time, Qi Yue also took out his mobile phone and called Yu Zhiming.

"Hurry up to the Heart and Lung Building, it's urgent, life is at stake, the fastest speed..."

Only 47 seconds later, there was a speeding gurney on one side and Yu Zhiming galloping on the other.

They meet halfway.

Before Yu Zhiming could catch his breath, Qi Yue stuffed a puncture needle into his hand.

"Quick, pulmonary embolism!"

Yu Zhiming instantly understood the meaning of Teacher Qi's words, and stretched out his hand to press the chest of Luo Yang, a young man on a gurney.

Three to five seconds later, Yu Zhiming raised and lowered the needle, and the slender needle pierced Luo Yang's left chest without much hindrance.

The next moment, Yu Zhiming pulled out the plug of the puncture needle, and several blood bubbles came out following the plug.

Then, there was the blood line like a fountain.

In the next few tens of seconds, Yu Zhiming looked ruthless, and without any hesitation, he pulled out five air embolisms in the young man's limbs and viscera.

During this process, the cardiopulmonary resuscitation on Luo Yang never stopped.

Several young men in white coats watching Luo Yang's face recovered some blood, they were excited and wanted to cheer.

However, a sudden sound stopped them.

"There is also an air embolism in the blood vessels of the brain."

Only then did they notice that Yu Zhiming's left hand was pressing on Luo Yang's head.

The puncture needle in his right hand did not move further.

A woman in a white coat became anxious when she saw this scene, and shouted, "Then, quickly puncture and remove the air embolism in the brain!"

"What are you waiting for?"

Yu Zhiming turned his head to look at Qi Yue who was beside him, showing some embarrassed and unconfident expression.

"Teacher, I'm not sure about the brain, I dare not."

Yu Zhiming is telling the truth.

The brain is the most complex and mysterious place in the human body, and it is also the weakest organ in Yu Zhiming's grasp.

His needle piercing in may cause secondary damage to the brain, which is more serious than the consequences of the air embolism.

Yu Zhiming really didn't dare to give a needle...

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