The intern's lawyer wife

Jiang Yining immediately understood what Jian Yifan was going to do.

"You're going to use a ballpoint pen to puncture his cricothyroid membrane and perform a cricothyroid membrane puncture?"

"Yifan, don't do anything reckless! We don't have medical licenses, and we've never practiced medicine before. What if he dies..."

"If I don't do it, he will die," Jian Yifan said firmly.

"But..." Jiang Yining bit her lip, her mind a complete mess.

Jian Yifan was not flustered, hesitant, or even nervous, as if... he had done this countless times before.

Without saying anything more, I took out the pen refill, wiped the pen holder on my clothes a couple of times as a form of disinfection, and then used my left index and middle fingers to feel the small indentation below the patient's Adam's apple—the cricothyroid membrane.

With a swift movement, the hand fell.

The sharpened pen holder accurately pierced the skin and penetrated the cricothyroid membrane.

Steady, accurate, and ruthless.

He didn't even blink.

With a muffled "plop," it made a very dull sound.

The crowd erupted in uproar.

"Murder! Throat slit!"

"Call the police immediately!"

"This young man has gone mad!"

Jiang Yining suddenly stood up and shouted at the crowd, "Don't talk nonsense! This is an emergency!"

She had never yelled like that in public before.

But Jian Yifan had already taken action at the risk of going to jail, so all she could do was shield him from the gossip behind his back.

The second time she stood up for a man was for the same man.

Wang Yuqing also realized what was happening and squatted down to help stabilize the patient's head.

Zhang Ke's hand holding the phone trembled as he gritted his teeth and continued communicating with 120: "The patient is a male, around forty years old. He has undergone cricothyroid membrane puncture, and a temporary airway has been established. Where are you?"

There were three people, each with their own duties.

Without discussion, they cooperated seamlessly.

As a fellow medical student, I know that in this situation, there's no need for further explanation; just treat the street like an operating room and perform the surgery!

Jian Yifan pressed his fingertips on the pen holder, feeling the depth of penetration. It couldn't go any deeper, or it would pierce the back wall of the trachea. He confirmed that the airflow had entered the airway through the pen holder.

"A straw." Jian Yifan spread out his hands.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yining felt a weight lifted from her heart.

Successful.

It wasn't exposed, it wasn't misaligned, it was right in the middle of the cricothyroid membrane.

"Here you go." Jiang Yining handed over a straw.

"Yuqing, get ready."

Wang Yuqing pulled out a spare pair of gloves from her bag and put them on. The moment Jian Yifan pulled out the pen, she pressed her palm tightly against the small hole, sealing the airway.

Jian Yifan held the straw and inserted it between Wang Yuqing's fingers, through the cricothyroid membrane, into the trachea, then picked up an empty beverage cup, inserted the straw, and began to rhythmically squeeze it to assist breathing.

Gradually, the middle-aged man's face changed from bluish-purple to rosy, his consciousness began to return, and his eyelids twitched.

"Holy crap, holy crap! It's alive! It's alive!"

"They really saved him?"

"Can a ballpoint pen and a beverage cup really save lives?"

The onlookers went from being terrified to amazed.

Snap snap snap~~

applause.

It is out of respect for doctors.

The patient was unlucky enough to have a wife who was like Voldemort.

The patient was very fortunate to have met a medical expert.

What might be a complicated surgery for others is a minor procedure for Dr. Jane. It's all about courage—the courage to slit your own throat!

Some people say, "Indeed, that saying is true: if the King of Hell wants you dead at midnight, you can stay in western Sichuan until dawn."

Everyone nodded, agreeing that the statement had now become a concrete reality.

Looking at the people around her, Jiang Yining felt for the first time the respect that ordinary people had for her as a "doctor," all because of Jian Yifan.

Of course, I also firmly believe in one principle—to be a good doctor!

Jiang Yining knelt beside Jian Yifan, looking at him. He didn't smile, nor did he show any relief. He just carefully checked the position of the straw to make sure it wasn't misaligned.

Very professional!

Even in such rudimentary conditions, Mixue can perform top-notch surgeries!

Jiang Yining suddenly felt that she had never really known this classmate who sat next to her, with whom she attended classes and interned every day.

That's right, Jian Yifan usually sits with her because Jian Yifan's grades were mediocre back in college, so she often needs to ask her questions.

Did they overtake on the curve?

Zhang Ke's lips trembled for a long time before he finally managed to say, "You...when did you learn this?"

Jian Yifan did not reply.

Zhang Ke grew anxious: "No, we took classes together, we did internships together, you read all the books I read, and even the ones I didn't read? How much effort have you secretly put in behind my back?"

Zhang Ke felt like his best friend had secretly twisted him into a pretzel.

Jian Yifan glanced at him: "Read more books."

Zhang Ke: "You're here again."

You told yourself to read more books yesterday, and you're doing it again today? You're really something else!

Wang Yuqing whispered to Jiang Yining, "Yining, is it really okay to use a beverage cup?"

Jiang Yining shook her head: "No, but Yi Fan did it."

Jian Yifan: "Don't follow my example. If ordinary people perform first aid like this, it can easily lead to medical disputes."

The three people: ? ? ?

Ten minutes later, the ambulance arrived.

Director Wang was the first to rush down and see that the patient was lying on the ground with a Mixue Ice Cream cup next to his neck and a straw still inserted.

A Mixue store not far away was playing "You love me, I love you, Mixue Ice Cream is so sweet♪" on a loop.

Director Wang rubbed his eyes, thinking he had misread it.

"Who...did this?"

"I."

Jian Yifan stood up: "Director Wang, the situation was urgent just now. The patient had acute laryngeal obstruction. The golden time is only three to five minutes. We couldn't wait for the ambulance, so I had to risk it and try."

Director Wang opened his mouth, wanting to say that an intern without a medical license could not perform such an operation, but seeing a large crowd of passersby around, he swallowed his words.

"Get in the car first, we'll talk about it when we get back to the hospital."

Jian Yifan: "You haven't finished your noodles yet?"

"!!!" Everyone was shocked.

He just had such a major surgery, how can he still have the appetite to eat noodles?

"Go back to the hospital to eat," Zhang Ke said.

A group of people got into the ambulance.

Director Wang and the medical staff sat opposite, while Jian Yifan and the others sat on this side.

The medical staff removed the makeshift device, replaced it with a proper oxygen device, and checked the puncture site.

"Director Wang, this cricothyroid membrane puncture was done very well. The position was perfect, right in the middle, and the depth was just right. The technique was very skillful; it doesn't look like something a novice would do."

Director Wang picked up the Mixue Ice Cream cup, examined it twice, and then looked up at Jian Yifan.

"Aren't you afraid it will turn into murder?"

"I'm afraid," Jian Yifan said.

"Then why are you still doing it?"

"Human life is of paramount importance."

Director Wang pointed at it irritably: "Luckily you were lucky. If it had been a millimeter off and hit your thyroid or a blood vessel, you wouldn't be in an ambulance right now, you'd be in a police car."

"One millimeter, holy crap, that's amazing!" Zhang Ke looked at Jian Yifan in shock.

Director Wang couldn't help but ask, "Wow, how do you know this? Your technique is so good! You're just an intern, and you've even done cricothyroid membrane puncture?"

Jian Yifan: "I learned it from books; I've read anatomical atlases many times."

Director Wang was skeptical but didn't press the matter. He looked at Zhang Ke and said, "Look at Xiao Jian, and then look at you. You were both interns at the same time, how come there's such a big difference?"

Zhang Ke clenched his molars, making a grinding sound.

How do I learn this?

Even if I had ten times the courage, I wouldn't dare to stab someone in the neck with a ballpoint pen!