The Lucky Bag is Reborn with Space

Chapter 355 Simple Diversion Valve

 Feng Zaishan checked on Lao Han's condition.

 The situation is very bad.

 Breathing almost stopped.

 Lao Han will die if they don't do anything before the ambulance arrives.

 “He needs artificial respiration, Mr. Feng, please give way first.”

 Song Moting took the initiative to ask for the imperial examination.

  Artificial respiration is not a problem for someone with medical experience like him. It does not require a choice because of Song Moting's age.

 A young person is far more suitable for artificial respiration than an old person.

 Feng Zaishan took the initiative to give up his position.

Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting came closer.

“Abdominal pressure should be a problem, who has a sharp knife?”

Jiang Xiaoxiao quickly checked the patient while Song Moting was doing artificial respiration.

 The rest of the people looked at each other.

Who brings a knife to a wedding banquet?

 It’s not like we’re here to cause trouble.

"Jiang Xiaoxiao! You are not a doctor, so you should not deal with the patient casually. Leave it to the ambulance staff."

Fang Xiaohui looked at Jiang Xiaoxiao, who was eager for quick success and instant gain, and thought this woman was crazy.

 Is this the time for her to show off as a hero?

This is Mr. Han, the famous surgeon's knife. If she does anything wrong, it will still be at their wedding, and I will have to bear the responsibility.

 “Jiang Xiaoxiao! Get out of my way.”

 Song's father scolded.

 He couldn't bear to see that this wife was as unlovable as Song Moting.

Jiang Xiaoxiao glanced at Father Song without saying a word.

 Get up and quickly rush to the kitchen.

Feng Zaishan shook his head. The child was right. Lao Han was not breathing and had no other symptoms. It was a symptom of pneumothorax.

 There were also venous bleeding and abdominal injuries.

What should we do now?

Feng Zaishan thought again and went to the side to discuss a solution with several other people.

"What should I do? There is no diversion valve now, so Lao Han can't wait for the ambulance crew."

"what to do?"

　　Everybody is helpless.

 Old Mrs. Song sat on a chair and watched all this.

But he didn’t speak, neither agreed nor stopped.

Jiang Xiaoxiao ran back with a kitchen knife, "I need sterilized gloves, alcohol, and medical tape. Can anyone find one nearby? I believe there should be a clinic nearby."

 Someone made a sound.

“I know, there is one next door, I can help.”

“Okay! Thank you, I need a rubber tube for infusion! I also need sterile gloves, medical alcohol, and medical tape. Please get it as quickly as possible.”

"good!"

The man ran out without saying a word.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was glad that they were in the lobby on the first floor.

 It didn’t take two minutes before the man came running over with something in hand, panting.

Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded gratefully.

 Undressing Mr. Han's clothes on the ground. Unbuttoning his clothes in the winter, everyone felt a chill on their bodies.

 “What are you going to do?”

 Feng Zaishan asked the question on everyone's mind.

Jiang Xiaoxiao poured the alcohol in his hand onto Mr. Han's chest, put on sterile gloves, divided the rubber tube into two parts and inserted them into an empty wine bottle on the table, sealed them with tape and picked up the knife.

“A tension pneumothorax is usually caused by a tear in the lung that allows air to enter the pleural space surrounding the lung instead of the lung.”

Jiang Xiaoxiao held a knife and pressed the ribs, looking for a suitable incision site between the two ribs.

 “Wait a minute! You do this...”

Feng Zaishan was stunned. He never expected that someone would save someone in such a simple way.

It's not that he can't see Lao Han's symptoms, but he sticks to the inherent thinking. That can only be done by the hospital's one-way valve device.

 They have never done anything like this.

 “Jiang Xiaoxiao! I tell you to stop!”

 Father Song was furious. Now that something happened to Mr. Han, the Song family had only a little responsibility at most!

But Jiang Xiaoxiao intervened and the Song family became the main responsibility.

Once something happens to Lao Han and there is an accident, the Song family will not be able to escape the blame.

Jiang Xiaoxiao, this is not harmful.

If Old Han died here, would the Song family still have a good reputation?

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't even look at Song's father during the whole process, but only glanced at Old Mrs. Song.

 Looking calmly.

Mrs. Song nodded.

Feng Zaishan looked at Mr. Han who was silent and closed his mouth. It was like this now. A dead horse was treated as a living horse.

Is it possible to watch someone die?

 He doesn’t have the ability and can’t think of a good way, but what if this girl can do it?

 In full view.

Jiang Xiaoxiao smiled, lowered his head, and stabbed down firmly, found the cutting point, and made an incision.

That neat movement surprised Feng Zaishan and the others.

 What does this girl do?

 Understanding medical skills and having the courage to operate a knife are two different things. Generally speaking, understanding medical skills involves diagnosing the pulse and performing a superficial examination. However, operating a knife is different. Most people cannot do it.

 Without years of practice, being able to become so proficient as to move smoothly is a natural talent.

 Feng Zaishan suddenly understood what the old lady said about his grandson's daughter-in-law's talent.

 That’s true.

Or is it that Mrs. Song is secretly setting up a small business for her granddaughter-in-law?

This is also uncertain, after all, the old lady is a leader in the medical field.

There are ten elites in their medical field, and the only **** among them is this old lady.

The old lady is a surgical expert.

Moreover, only the old lady can do brain surgery, because the old lady has learned this abroad and has practical experience.

 They are also called surgical masters, but there are still some differences from old ladies.

 At least compared to brain surgery, they cannot be called experts in this area.

Feng Zaishan smiled. If the old lady really teaches her grandson and daughter-in-law in private, this is not normal.

 After all, if one’s craftsmanship is not passed on to one’s own children and grandchildren, how can it be passed on to outsiders?

 From this point of view, the old lady is right.

Jiang Xiaoxiao inserted the rubber tube neatly and quickly sealed the wound with tape. In just a moment, airflow began to appear in the bottle, and Mr. Han's breathing began to rise and fall in an orderly manner.

Feng Zaishan watched as the girl in front of him used a half-filled bottle of Maotai wine bottle to make a half-baked diversion valve.

 No matter what, the little girl has the ability.

This simple diversion valve is amazing enough.

 “You saved him!”

 Feng Zaishan stood up excitedly.

In front of their eyes, an incredible scene of a textbook-style way of saving people was staged.

 Everyone stood up and applauded.

I have to admit that they saved Lao Han and staged this scene alive.

 How come such a young man doesn’t deserve everyone’s applause?

 After the waves of applause.

 The ambulance has arrived.

 The ambulance personnel were also amazed after inspecting it.

 The simple version of the diversion valve is really amazing.

 Mr. Han was put into the ambulance.

Watching the ambulance leave from a distance, Feng Zaishan patted Mrs. Song on the shoulder.

"Lao Meng, you are really discerning. You can find such a good wife for your grandson. This is really like the waves in the Yangtze River pushing back the waves, and the waves in front crashing on the beach. Just do this to your grandson's daughter-in-law, and she is also a medical school. It’s amazing that you can save people in emergencies like this when you are still a student!”

These words are sincere and there is no adulteration at all.

There was silence all around.

Song Mohuan's face was ashen. He was already an intern doctor in the city hospital, and now he was slapped in the face by a woman at his wedding banquet.

It is still praised so much by leading figures in the medical field.

　　Where do you put your face?

So many of my colleagues and leaders over there are watching, even though they can’t say anything.

 But the meaning in the eyes can be understood by anyone who understands.

 He has completely lost face.

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 (End of this chapter)