Healing Doctor

Chapter 458 Extreme Violence Operation

Director Yang's arm was positioned around the patient's neck so he could change its position at any time to prevent aspiration.

Ji Xiang's voice rang out, and Director Yang turned around.

The guests in the commentary room also saw through the camera lens that Ji Xiang violently snatched the pen from the intern standing at the back and snapped it in two.

Director Yang was taken aback.

Professor Shen in the commentary room was also taken aback.

Upon further observation, the patient's three-recession sign continued to worsen, and he experienced significant difficulty breathing.

Although the amount of pink, foamy fluid had decreased, the patient's condition was significantly worse, to the point that even the non-doctor guests could tell at a glance that the patient's life was hanging by a thread.

Holding the broken pen in his hand, Ji Xiang strode over to Director Yang and straightened the patient's position.

Director Yang hesitated, but ultimately did not stop Ji Xiang.

"Teacher Shen, what is Dr. Ji Xiang going to do?" the bald host asked in confusion.

Before Professor Shen could answer, Ji Xiang, holding the broken pen, suddenly "stabbed" the patient in the lower part of his throat.

"Ah~~~"

"Aww~~~"

"Bang!"

One of the female guests exclaimed in surprise.

The tables and chairs wobbled, and one of the guests was so startled that he fell to the ground.

Even the camera lens began to shake, silently revealing the panicked state of mind of the cameraman carrying the camera on his shoulder.

"Whoosh whoosh~"

Pink, foamy liquid spurted out from the broken pen. Ji Xiang and Director Yang laid the patient flat on the ground, gently pressing on his chest to increase the pressure.

There were gasps of surprise on the street; no one had ever seen anything like it.

"Director..." Director Fan's assistant said, trembling.

Although this was the scene he had always dreamed of, it appeared too abruptly and too bloodily. He was just an ordinary person who had never seen blood in real life and could not accept it for a while.

In particular, the scene where Ji Xiang stabbed the patient through the neck with a broken pen looked like a murder scene from a movie.

If it were a movie, he might get excited, but this was reality, and he could vaguely smell a strong stench of blood.

"Continue!" Director Fan was also terrified, his face turned pale and his hands and feet trembled, but he waved his hand and told the cameraman to continue.

The siren of an ambulance finally came through.

The sharp screech was like a life-saving celestial sound, bringing a sense of peace.

Never before has there been a moment when I longed to hear the siren of an ambulance.

1 minute 12 seconds later, the ambulance arrived. The doctor jumped down before the ambulance had even come to a complete stop. He was stunned when he saw a pen tube inserted into the patient's neck.

"Who the hell told you to do this!" the 120 emergency doctor yelled.

"Me," Director Yang said in a deep voice, "Does the ambulance have a ventilator?"

"Director Yang... Director Yang, you're here," the 120 emergency doctor stammered.

"Prepare for suctioning, prepare the ventilator." Director Yang waved, "Move the patient up."

"Prepare methylprednisolone, 4...80mg intravenously," Ji Xiang said.

The 120 emergency doctor stared blankly at the mess around the patient, and at the pink, frothy sputum still crackling and bubbling out of the pen tube. He paused for less than a second before starting the resuscitation.

"Director Yang, how did you get here?" the 120 emergency doctor asked "casually" while performing CPR.

"I don't know, but we suspect laryngeal edema and pulmonary edema. Hurry up!" Director Yang got into the ambulance, and Ji Xiang followed without hesitation.

The film crew tried to follow, but Ji Xiang glared at them and then closed the car door.

Director Fan came to his senses and cursed inwardly.

The film crew was not allowed to follow along with this once-in-a-lifetime emergency rescue scene.

Although the space in an ambulance is cramped, it doesn't make a difference if there's a photographer.

"Guide..."

"Director my ass! Get back here right now."

"Go back where?" Director Fan's assistant was still in a daze and asked in a daze.

"The emergency department of the First Affiliated Hospital, the 120 emergency doctor knows Director Yang, and the ambulance belongs to the First Affiliated Hospital." Director Fan's thoughts were clear. Without even getting into the car, he ran all the way to the First Affiliated Hospital.

The commentary room was quiet; even the professional Professor Shen and the semi-professional Mao Mao stared in astonishment at the scene.

Director Yang made it very clear, and Professor Shen also thought so—laaryngeal edema, pulmonary edema, and Professor Shen judged that it was possible to be acute left ventricular failure.

These are all easy to judge; there's nothing difficult about them.

But in the emergency... Ji Xiang just snatched the intern's pen, broke it in half, and then stabbed it into the patient's neck like he was "murdering".

Even Professor Shen had never seen that action before.

His clinical experience was all gained in hospitals.

With professional equipment and personnel, performing a tracheotomy is not difficult. Even without a specialist doctor present, Professor Shen could perform a similar procedure.

This is just a small part of the basic training.

Ke Jixiang used a pen tube to pierce the patient's airway... Professor Shen asked himself, he dared not do such an operation.

Let alone the current era of medical disputes 3.0, even in the 1.0 era, people wouldn't dare to do that.

Not to mention that everyone on the street has a smartphone, recording videos anytime, anywhere, and every action and every word is recorded.

There was no benefit to the successful rescue; it was simply fulfilling a doctor's "duty."

If the rescue fails, they will be condemned and drowned in spittle.

Weighing the pros and cons, and considering the "violent" action of stabbing a patient's neck with a pen tube, Professor Shen felt that he wouldn't do it even if he were there.

The camera was shaking violently, and the cameraman was running with all his might.

No one spoke; only heavy breathing could be heard.

Everything felt so oppressive. In the comment room, everyone's eyes were filled with the scene of the pen tube being plunged into the patient's neck, spraying out pink, foamy liquid.

The bald-headed host was the first to "wake up," and he asked with difficulty, "Teacher Shen..."

As soon as he started speaking, the bald host realized his voice was hoarse, so he grabbed a bottle of water to soothe his throat.

"Teacher Shen, was that an emergency rescue just now?" the bald host asked.

Professor Shen shook his head.

Emergency care?

No, that was an unconventional emergency.

It's just that young people like Ji Xiang are full of enthusiasm, but anyone who has worked in clinical practice for three to five years would not do such a thing.

"Professor Shen, is the patient likely to survive?" a guest asked.

"The ambulance has arrived. It's a Mercedes. There should be a ventilator on it. He can survive," Professor Shen replied.

Upon hearing the word "survival," everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"That rescue was really impressive, Professor Shen. Doctors like you must have done similar things before."

Professor Shen was speechless.

Have you done it?

Let alone doing it, this is the first time I've even seen it.

The patient's airway was full of pink, frothy sputum, and with laryngeal edema and airway obstruction, he was practically half dead.

What would it be like if I were there?

Professor Shen hesitated for a moment, but immediately gave an answer he didn't want to face—if it were him, the patient would be dead.

(End of this chapter)