The intern's lawyer wife

The next morning, at exactly seven o'clock.

Jian Yifan returned from her morning run, woke up her roommate Zhang Ke, washed up, and went out to a newly opened noodle shop.

"Here~" Female classmate Wang Yuqing waved, with Jiang Yining sitting next to her.

They lived in the apartment complex across the street. They were classmates doing internships together, so living close by meant they could look out for each other.

I ordered four bowls of beef noodles.

Zhang Ke: "It's so tiring. I have to get up early and work late, and today I have to do my internship in pediatrics. Ophthalmology is the best, dentistry is the best, but pediatrics is the hardest and most tiring."

Jian Yifan: "Eat quickly, or we'll be late."

Zhang Ke: "Yi Fan, you've been interning for a month, getting up at seven every morning and often not getting home until after nine at night, plus doing school assignments. You're exhausted, and you're still doing morning exercises today? How come you have so much energy?"

The two female classmates looked at him incredulously.

Jian Yifan said earnestly, "Since we have such a good hospital in Shuxi, we should put our energy into learning something."

Zhang Ke: "Hey buddy, why are you always lecturing me lately?"

"I'm doing this for everyone's benefit."

Jian Yifan is a reborn old expert who is used to lecturing.

When dealing with interns, one should naturally try to persuade them with earnest words and good intentions.

If Zhang Ke had been my student in my past life, I would have cursed him to death every day.

Zhang Ke's words went in one ear and out the other.

Wang Yuqing lowered her head and remained silent.

Jiang Yining listened to this!

Jian Yifan has started to put in a lot of effort during her internship.

She was truly spurred on!

I secretly engraved the word "early" in my mind.

"divorce!"

At that moment, a middle-aged man nearing forty was on the other end of the phone, his voice hoarse and low, saying, "My throat is sore, I don't want to argue with you. I entrusted you with the 48 yuan I'd worked so hard to save, and you used it to buy a house for your brother?"

Is there any gossip?

Jian Yifan and the others ate their noodles, glancing over with expressions of sympathy.

Zhang Ke whispered, "Sigh, that's terrible. Be careful when you get married, buddy, don't get scammed like this guy."

Sexual advances? Just a marriage partner.

Scam? The father-in-law tried everything to help his son-in-law rise to prominence, but the son-in-law had to rely on himself.

"I think..." Jiang Yining said, "When two people are together, money isn't important, and neither is a house. What's important is trust. If you trust me and I trust you, we can get through anything together. If we can't even be honest with each other, what's the point of marriage?"

Wang Yuqing nodded: "Nowadays, many people treat marriage like a business transaction."

Jiang Yining: "Maybe I'm oversimplifying things. Anyway, the right person won't make you choose between money and him."

Zhang Ke: "What a good girl."

Jian Yifan nodded: "Whoever marries you will be very happy."

Jiang Yining blushed and lowered her head to eat her noodles.

The middle-aged man across the street hung up the phone, got up wearily, staggered out of the store, and collapsed onto the street.

"Someone has fainted."

Someone was shouting outside, and passersby gathered around, but no one dared to go up and help.

As medical students, Jian Yifan and the others instinctively rushed out when faced with this emergency.

Jian Yifan squatted on the ground: "Big brother, how are you?"

The middle-aged man opened his mouth wide and tried to breathe, but couldn't exhale, and his face began to turn blue.

Zhang Ke took out his phone and dialed 120.

Wang Yuqing examined the patient's eyelids and felt for his carotid artery: "His breathing is very weak, but his heart is still beating... What's wrong? It's not cardiac arrest?"

"It has nothing to do with me. My noodles are very hygienic and there are no quality problems." The noodle shop owner was trembling with fear. He had just opened a new noodle shop and this happened. If something were to happen to him, he would really be unable to explain himself.

Jiang Yining pried open the middle-aged man's mouth: "His throat is swollen. He just said his throat was uncomfortable, so it must be a problem with his airway. Now he's having more and more difficulty breathing."

"You're doctors from western Sichuan," the noodle shop owner hurriedly said. "Quickly give him CPR."

Jiang Yining didn't think much and bent down to perform CPR. Although she still had her first kiss, for a doctor, what did that matter? Saving lives was the most important thing.

Jian Yifan stopped her: "CPR won't work."

"What is that?" Jiang Yining asked.

He reached out and touched the middle-aged man's neck below his Adam's apple, then glanced at the rise and fall of his chest.

"Look, when he inhales, his supraclavicular fossa and intercostal spaces are concave, a typical 'three-recession sign,' indicating acute subglottic edema, and his airway is almost completely blocked. It's acute laryngeal obstruction."

Upon closer inspection, the group found that, sure enough, the patient's neck and ribs were deeply recessed when he inhaled.

"It really is!" Jiang Yining looked up at Jian Yifan.

He figured it out.

I didn't see it.

Zhang Ke hung up the 120 call: "It's rush hour now, it will take at least 20 minutes to get here."

Jian Yifan frowned deeply.

Wang Yuqing: "Yesterday in the respiratory department, Director Wang said that the golden rescue time for acute laryngeal obstruction is only three to five minutes. By the time the ambulance arrives, the person is already gone."

"Oh? So fast?" People around sighed in disappointment.

From sudden illness to death, it often takes only three to five minutes.

Life is fragile; you never know what will happen next.

The middle-aged man lay on the ground with his mouth wide open, trying to breathe, but he couldn't breathe at all and was suffocating.

He grabbed Jiang Yining's sleeve, looking at her as if she were grasping at a lifeline, pleading for help, wanting to survive.

Jiang Yining looked at him, her eyes reddening.

It was a vibrant life being lost little by little right before my eyes.

It's Final Destination!

He had just started his internship and wasn't yet numb to life and death.

"Aren't you doctors from western Sichuan? Isn't western Sichuan the place where even if the King of Hell wants you dead at midnight, you'll be kept alive until dawn?"

The boss was so anxious he was jumping up and down.

"You should keep him in the ambulance while he's receiving emergency care!"

"We..." Jiang Yining hesitated, sighing inwardly, "We are just interns, we don't have medical licenses."

Zhang Ke said anxiously, "It's an acute laryngeal obstruction that requires emergency surgery. We can only pray that my brother can hold on."

Those around him watched the middle-aged man on the ground begin to convulse, his face turning purple from suffocation, and could only offer prayers.

"He can't hold on any longer; he'll die in two minutes at most."

Jian Yifan spoke, dispelling everyone's expectations.

He got up, pushed through the crowd, and left.

Jiang Yining: "Where to?"

"The King of Hell wants him dead now, but I'm here to snatch him away for him!"

Jian Yifan ran to Mixue store.

"Give me a drink cup, nothing inside, cover it with a plastic wrap, and give me a straw, quick."

"Okay, okay." The waiter saw the life-or-death moment and, knowing he was a doctor, quickly handed it over.

"I'll give you the money later."

"Need not."

Jian Yifan ran back, looked around, and grabbed the ballpoint pen from Jiang Yining's chest.

Jiang Yining covered her chest: ? ? ?

Zhang Ke: "What are you doing?"

"Help!"

Jian Yifan took out the ballpoint pen refill. With only the empty pen, he took out a knife and sharpened one end into a point.

Jiang Yining asked, puzzled, "What are you doing?"

Jian Yifan: "I need to set up a temporary breathing channel for him."