I really don't want to be a doctor

Chapter 38 The Weird Rescue

"When extreme bronchial spasm or extensive sputum plug obstruction results in systemic failure and slow breathing, the wheezing sound decreases or even disappears, that is, 'silent lung', which is a manifestation of the deterioration of the disease."

After listening to Jing Xiaoran's explanation, the man with round glasses stopped questioning him, and just stood aside silently.

"Is there no other way?" The conductor looked gloomy.

If the little boy had an accident on the train, he was the first person responsible.

Upon hearing this, Jing Xiaoran shook his head lightly: "Currently the only effective way is to use drugs to relieve bronchospasm, preferably nebulizers."

The woman with big wavy curly hair lowered her head, biting her lower lip tightly, blood oozing from the corner of her mouth.

The train conductor looked anxious. He glanced at the watch on his wrist. There were still 15 minutes before the train stopped at the temporary station.

The little boy's condition was getting worse and worse, his complexion turned pale, and white foam even flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"It's coming! It's coming! Everyone get out of the way!"

A conductor pushed aside the crowd in the corridor and ran quickly, holding a white plastic bottle in his hand.

"This is a medicine brought by an old man in his 70s. He said that he has a history of bronchial asthma, and he usually uses this medicine for treatment."

The conductor took a look at the white plastic bottle from his subordinate, and then handed it to Jing Xiaoran.

"This is 'Ventolin' aerosol, a drug that can relieve bronchospasm within a few minutes, but it is generally used by adults." Jing Xiaoran said, "Because children's lung capacity is small, they may not be able to cooperate with the aerosol. type of drug."

Before using "Ventolin" aerosol, you need to exhale as much as possible to empty your lungs, then insert the nozzle of the aerosol into your mouth, and then spray the drug into your mouth.

If the condition is severe or the lung capacity is insufficient, "Ventolin" aerosol is also not effective.

"Can't this medicine be used?"

The train conductor's expression was slumped, and he felt like giving up. Could it be that he could only wait for the train to arrive at the station now?
"Give it a try." Jing Xiaoran said, "If the little boy's lung capacity is still good, it should be effective."

The woman with big wavy curly hair cried and nodded: "Try it, please, no matter what the result is, try it!"

Jing Xiaoran took out Ventulin spray, trying to guide the little boy to breathe out.

But the little boy's breathing difficulty is too serious now, and his reaction is extremely slow, so he can't take the initiative to cooperate at all.

"No, he can't cooperate, and the lung capacity is not enough in this situation!" Jing Xiaoran gritted his teeth.

"Then what should I do! I can't watch him suffer so much!"

The expression of the woman with big wavy curly hair is getting more and more painful. She is half hugging the little boy with tears in her eyes.

"That's right! There is a solution!" Jing Xiaoran suddenly remembered that he met the same patient in the emergency department in his previous life.

They are also patients with acute attack of bronchial asthma, but in the previous life, it was a one-year-old child. At that time, there were only aerosols used by adults, and children could not use them at all.

In the end, the director of the emergency department used a simple sleeve made by himself to turn the tide!
"The train conductor!" Jing Xiaoran said suddenly, "I need a cardboard shell! I made a simple sleeve out of the cardboard shell. One end of the sleeve covers the child's mouth and nasal cavity, and the other end is connected to an aerosol to spray the medicine into it. .”

"Can this work?" asked the conductor.

"There is no other way now." Jing Xiaoran said, "Since the medicine cannot be used directly, only by creating a small space around the child's mouth to effectively prevent the medicine from spreading in the air after spraying out, so that the child can fully Absorb the medicine."

The train conductor nodded half-understanding, and quickly ordered his subordinates to find the paper shell.

Jing Xiaoran rolled it casually, and immediately made a simple sleeve.

"It's that simple?" the train conductor couldn't believe it.

Jing Xiaoran didn't have time to talk to the train conductor, he put his sleeve on the little boy's mouth and nose, and as the aerosol sprayed into the sleeve, the medicine in it slowly diffused inward.

"Little brother, try to breathe in!"

Jing Xiaoran shouted from the side, at this time, it only depends on the size of the little boy's desire to survive.

"The more you suck, the faster you get better!"

With each breath the little boy took, the aerosol was partly inhaled into his nose.

Everyone in the carriage, many passengers stared at the little boy's reaction.

It was the first time for everyone to meet this "weird" rescue.

The woman with big wavy curly hair held the little boy's hand tightly, her eyes were full of pain, but there was also a trace of hope in the pain.

"Huhuhu..."

"Huh...huh..."

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Slowly, the little boy's breathing rate gradually decreased, and at the same time, the wheezing sound in his throat was intermittent and intermittent.

If the little boy's breathing rate just now was like a sports car speeding away on the highway, then his breathing rate now should be like a motorcycle on a country road.

"Zizzizi..."

Jing Xiaoran sprayed "Ventolin" into the sleeve again.

"Keep sucking!"

The little boy inhaled more quickly than before, and he even raised his hand to grab the sleeve.

"hu~hu~"

The breathing gradually calmed down, and the wheezing sound stopped coming from the throat. The little boy slowly opened his eyes, his face still pale.

"Mom..." The little boy's voice was weak, but at least he could speak.

"Hey, my son..." The woman with wavy curly hair wept with joy, holding her son and refusing to let go.

"It works!" The train conductor showed joy and let out a long sigh of relief.

The solemn atmosphere in the carriage also gradually disappeared.

"Don't be too happy." Jing Xiaoran did not relax his vigilance at all, he has been paying attention to the little boy's state.

According to his previous life experience, patients with bronchial asthma may have two consecutive acute attacks.

Sure enough, before everyone was overjoyed, the little boy's expression tightened suddenly, and then he gasped heavily.

"Mom... Mom... I'm so... uncomfortable..."

The little boy's breathing suddenly became rapid at that moment, and his throat suddenly made a wheezing sound.

"Doctor, why are you breathing again?" The woman with wavy curly hair held Jing Xiaoran's sleeve tightly.

"Don't worry." Jing Xiaoran said in a deep voice.

He didn't use a homemade socket this time.

"Little brother, take a long breath!"

Because of the short duration of this acute attack, the little boy was fully able to actively cooperate with the inhalation of "Ventolin" spray.

"Exhale forcefully! Exhale with all your lung capacity!" Jing Xiaoran said.

The little boy nodded, exhaled vigorously, exhaled, exhaled again!

"Open your mouth if you can't breathe out!" Jing Xiaoran said.

The little boy opened his mouth obediently, and Jing Xiaoran immediately stuffed the nozzle of the "Ventolin" aerosol into his mouth, and then pressed the medicine canister to release the medicine into his mouth.

"Don't be nervous, inhale slowly!"

"Ventolin" is a fast-acting antispasmodic drug, as long as the concentration is reached, it can relieve bronchial spasm within a few minutes.

Actively cooperate with inhalation spray, the effect is definitely faster than passive absorption.

After the little boy inhaled the "Ventolin" spray for more than ten seconds, he felt that his breathing was much smoother, and there was no sense of obstruction in his throat.

Jing Xiaoran took away the "Ventolin" aerosol, the little boy opened his eyes, and for the first time saw the appearance of the big brother in front of him clearly.

"Thank you, brother." The boy whispered, his voice was still weak, and there was still suspicion and uneasiness on his small face.

"Okay, you should be fine now." Jing Xiaoran finally breathed a sigh of relief, now he is not afraid that he will continue to fall ill, as long as he inhales the "Ventolin" spray in time, his life will not be in danger.

"Little brother, thank you!"

The woman with big wavy curly hair suddenly pounced and knelt on the ground, about to kowtow.

Jing Xiaoran grabbed her arm and hurriedly said: "Eldest sister, you can't help it."

But Jing Xiaoran couldn't resist this woman with big wavy curly hair, so she kowtowed heavily on the ground.

In the carriage, everyone looked at Jing Xiaoran differently.

In the eyes of everyone, a "dying" boy was rescued by a medical student.

This is incredible!
The man with round glasses has long been silent. He stared at Jing Xiaoran in surprise and doubt. Is this really just a student of the second medical school?
He didn't know the drug "Ventolin", and he didn't even know how to inhale the aerosol through this strange sleeve.

The man with round glasses looked at Jing Xiaoran's back and secretly swallowed.The calmness and calmness that Jing Xiaoran showed when facing this little boy made him feel as if he saw his teacher rescuing a patient.

Jing Xiaoran didn't stay in the No. 9 car anymore, he was afraid that if he stayed any longer, women with big wavy curly hair wouldn't be as simple as kowtowing.

Jing Xiaoran found a reason at random, and left with the conductor.

"Thank you!" The conductor smiled and patted Jing Xiaoran on the shoulder, "The train will arrive at the station in 8 minutes."

"What materials do you need me to fill in, hurry up, I'm going back to my seat." Jing Xiaoran said.

In his previous life, Jing Xiaoran had done many times in the practice of saving lives on trains, and he was familiar with the procedures of saving lives in the railway system.

"Don't worry." The train conductor nodded, "The recorder's video will not be released to the outside world. We are just recording the entire incident."

Jing Xiaoran smiled, he is not an inexperienced little boy, he would not believe these words.

It was the first time he rescued someone on a train in his previous life. At that time, the train conductor asked him for his detailed address and work unit. Jing Xiaoran was secretly delighted, thinking that the railway system would issue a letter of commendation to the unit, but there was no response for more than half a year.

Later, a colleague of the same department practiced medicine on the train, and it went smoothly at that time, but the patient had an accident after getting off the train. The railway system directly found the colleague through the address and phone number left.

The hospital not only did not commend this behavior, but instead gave it a punishment.

From then on, Jing Xiaoran knew that the way of the railway system was only to "protect" himself.

"Did you bring your student ID card or ID card?" The train conductor took Jing Xiaoran to a lounge.

"ID card." Jing Xiaoran took out his ID card.

"A college student from Ning'an Medical College?" The train conductor took out a yellow notebook and began to record information.

"Well, the second class of undergraduate clinical medicine." Jing Xiaoran said without blushing and heartbeat.

In order to save people just now, he could only say that, but now he can't tell the truth and slap himself in the face.

However, he was from Ning'an Medical College in his previous life, so this is not a lie.

The conductor took out a piece of paper from the drawer and said, "This is a simple medical record. You need to write down everything that happened just now."

Jing Xiaoran picked up the pen and began to write the medical records. From the chief complaint, diagnosis to treatment, he quickly finished writing.

"Your handwriting looks like a great doctor!" The train conductor was amazed at Jing Xiaoran's writing speed at first, then picked up the paper to have a look.

My God, the handwriting is so illegible.

"Is there anything else? I'll leave if there's nothing else to do." Jing Xiaoran said.

"You..." The train conductor looked at the medical record in his hand, his head was getting big, "tell me the content of the medical record you wrote."

Jing Xiaoran had no choice but to explain briefly, and then left under the resentful eyes of the train conductor.

When Jing Xiaoran returned to his seat, the train just stopped at a temporary station.

Outside the site, there are already medical staff waiting.

"Xiao Ran," Father Jing suddenly asked strangely, "Are you having diarrhea?"

"No, Dad, why do you ask that?" Jing Xiaoran was puzzled.

(End of this chapter)