Healing Doctor

Chapter 457 A Chance Encounter on the Street

Perhaps it was Director Fan's suggestion, or perhaps it was the medical students' innate "meddlesomeness," but the two interns stood up at the same time.

The intern, holding a pen and thinking about what to hand over for tomorrow's shift, hesitated, clearly not wanting to cause trouble.

Having changed his clothes and identity, he just wanted to be an ordinary person, quietly eating a bowl of noodles.

The other two interns looked out the window and saw a man squatting by the roadside vomiting, bringing up brown stomach contents.

There weren't many items, but the colors looked off.

The brown color clearly indicated to the medical students that there was blood in the person's vomit! Although they were novices, they still understood this simple common sense.

It's probably a stomach hemorrhage!

The medical students instinctively tensed up, and the three of them walked out of the noodle shop one after another. Director Fan led the film crew to a slightly farther location to shoot, and immediately dialed 120 for emergency medical assistance.

Regardless of whether you'll need it or not, making a call is essential.

Faced with this unexpected situation, the bald host asked, "Mr. Shen, what do you think is going on?"

"Judging from the color of the vomit, it should be upper gastrointestinal bleeding." Professor Shen stared at the screen seriously, seemingly engrossed in the scene and even wanting to intervene.

"Isn't it a stomach bleed? It's upper gastrointestinal bleeding, is it serious?"

"To put it another way, many patients with cirrhosis or gastric varices vomit blood, but... the color looks wrong to me."

"The patient's vomit was brown, suggesting a small amount of bleeding, but it was fresh blood, so the initial assessment was that it was likely from the upper gastrointestinal tract."

Professor Shen stared at the screen, without continuing to explain what the upper digestive tract was.

The patient looked very unwell, covered in sweat and pale. He vomited a few times but couldn't vomit anything more, yet he continued vomiting, seemingly to feel a little better.

Sweat was visible to the naked eye; even through the screen, you could feel the patient's skin was wet.

"He seems to be in a lot of pain. Could he be dead?" A guest who had never seen him before was so frightened that his face turned slightly pale as he muttered to himself.

"It's alright, he hasn't continued vomiting blood. If he vomits little by little, as long as he doesn't spit it out, he can hold on until he gets to the hospital," Professor Shen assessed.

The patient looked very uncomfortable, but the situation wasn't critical. In addition, the film crew and passersby had already called 120 for emergency medical assistance, so Professor Shen relaxed after seeing the patient clearly.

He chuckled and said, "These interns will probably have a real headache trying to treat these kinds of patients. But they don't need to; the ambulance will be here soon."

"It was just a minor incident," the bald host chuckled. "Mr. Shen, have you ever encountered a similar situation on a plane or train?"

"I encountered this once. On the T39 train to Chengdu, the loudspeaker in front of Guangyuan Station was announcing if there were any medical workers. I rushed over and found a migrant worker who was having stomach pains. When I touched his stomach, it was extremely hard, a typical board-like abdomen."

"And then?" one of the guests asked.

"I had the train conductor contact me. I specifically instructed him that small stations wouldn't work, as the township hospitals there might not be able to treat the patient. So I contacted Guangyuan, and the 120 ambulance went directly to the platform. When the train arrived, the patient was immediately transferred to the ambulance."

"So cool!" one guest exclaimed, his eyes sparkling.

"This is the simplest diagnosis. Treatment can't be done on the train, so it's not exactly cool," Professor Shen smiled. "I simply advised against sending the patient off at a small station because I suspected the patient had acute abdomen complicated by a perforated stomach..."

Just as I was saying this, the patient who was squatting on the ground and dry heaving suddenly stiffened and fell to the ground like a puppet in a squatting position.

The three interns next to the patient were stunned and stared blankly at the patient.

Everyone in the comment room, including Professor Shen who was talking eloquently just a second ago, was stunned, staring at the patient, wondering what had happened.

Instead of the sound of an ambulance, the screen only showed gasps of alarm from passersby.

The patient's clavicular fossa is very deep, getting deeper and deeper; it's the only part that can be seen.

Within seconds, pink liquid suddenly "sprayed" out of the patient's nostrils, and pink phlegm also flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Even the bald host forgot to salvage the situation and stared blankly at the scene.

Previously, they complained that the medical community was rigid and lacked empathy. Now, three interns encountered an emergency patient without a senior doctor present. Seeing their bewildered and helpless expressions, everyone knew that these three would not be able to rush in.

Not to mention the three interns, even Professor Shen didn't know what was wrong with the patient or what had happened.

Vomiting, brown stomach contents, coughing up pink frothy sputum...

Professor Shen stood up abruptly, an instinctive reaction ingrained in his body.

He didn't know where the patient's problem came from, but the first priority was to clear the patient's airway, and if possible, perform a tracheotomy.

but!

This is a commercial street, and the ambulance hasn't arrived yet.

"Get out of the way!"

When a "familiar" figure appeared, the guests in the commentary room felt a sudden sense of relief.

It was Director Yang, followed by Director Li and Director Kong, both looking quite drunk, and Ji Xiang.

Director Yang pushed aside the intern who was patting the patient's back in a daze, changed the patient's position, and "pried open" the jaw using the patient's muscle strength.

More pink, foamy liquid flowed out, accompanied by a hissing sound.

"Knife, cut it open!" Director Yang said, reaching out his hand.

But no one handed him the knife.

The next second, Director Yang realized that he was eating when he heard a commotion downstairs and came out to "pick up" a patient who was having difficulty breathing.

This is not a hospital; there are no means of assistance available.

"Damn it!" Director Yang cursed. "Prepare for CPR!"

He laid the patient flat, with his body slightly turned to the side, to prevent aspiration and suffocation while he was still breathing.

Although the patient has not yet reached the point of cardiac arrest, such an event could happen anytime, anywhere, and is highly probable.

Everyone knows that whether a patient lives or dies depends on when the ambulance arrives.

However, the patient's condition deteriorated rapidly, and it only took a few minutes for him to go from vomiting to expelling pink liquid.

However, the patient's symptoms did not stop at the stage of "spraying" pink foamy liquid, but progressed rapidly.

The clavicular fossa deepens, and the suprasternal notch is also visibly deepening.

However, the sound of an ambulance still didn't come.

The time was too short; the guests estimated that the ambulance had probably just left the hospital. That was already fast, but for the patient, it was far from enough.

Professor Shen knew that the intercostal spaces, which were likely hidden by the patient's clothing, had also deepened. Clinically, this is known as the three-recession sign…

"Teacher Yang, let me do it."

(End of this chapter)