Holding his mobile phone, Wu Mian walked quickly along the corridor. He was familiar as if he had worked here for more than ten or decades.
Chu Zhixi has long been used to this. He is Lu Chi, but his brother is not. Moreover, Wu Mian is studying the county hospital recently. If he can''t find the way, it''s strange.
But Wu Mian didn''t call. Chu Zhixi followed quickly and asked, "brother..."
"Girl, you stay." Wu Mian said, "Lao Lin sent the patient here. You help rescue. I''ll get something."
"Oh, OK." Chu Zhixi stopped and walked back. She immediately forgot her question.
This is also Wu Mian''s sad place. He turned a corner and made up his mind. Then he picked up his cell phone and called out.
"Hello, operating room!"
"I''m president Zhang''s secretary. The president wants a pediatric endotracheal intubation. Ask an anesthesiologist. Come on!" Wu Mian made up his mind and said without hesitation.
Hearing president Zhang''s name, he was silent and did not show the medical staff''s respect for the president at the first time.
"Hurry up, emergency department."
"Oh, come and get it." when it came to rescue, the side replied. But the tone is still lazy and can''t lift up the spirit.
Wu Mian hung up the phone and felt that the tone opposite was strange, but there was too little information. Even if he was stronger than before, he couldn''t guess everyone''s thoughts.
All the way to the operating room, the big iron door of the operating room was tightly closed. Wu Mian glanced at the fact that there were no family members outside, so he rushed up and knocked on the door.
"Why not be polite at all." when the door opened, a middle-aged man came out in isolation clothes and said with an unhappy face.
"Children''s endotracheal intubation!" Wu Mian roared with a cold face when he saw his lazy face.
Wu Mian was particularly unhappy about the quality of the county hospital. Emergency, how can you be so lazy.
"The intubation is here. Who cares about the money?" the anesthesiologist asked with a child''s endotracheal intubation.
Wu Mian grabbed the endotracheal tube. The model should be suitable for 3-year-old children. He was a little determined in his heart.
When the anesthesiologist saw Wu Mian coming up, he grabbed it. Although he let go, he looked disdainful and scolded, "you dare to rob things. You''re sick."
"What a mess!"
As soon as Wu Mian was about to turn around, a group of people came up behind him, led by a man in his thirties, dressed in a suit and typical urban white-collar dress.
"Dean Zhang, your secretary has come to get the endotracheal intubation. I gave it to him." the anesthesiologist said angrily. "How do you calculate the money? We just said cost accounting."
"Hmm? My secretary?" the suit man grabbed Wu Mian''s arm and looked at him strangely.
The anesthesiologist was stunned. What''s going on? The young man turned out to be a fake. I''ve heard of robbing Du lengding in the hospital. I haven''t heard of anyone robbing endotracheal intubation. It''s useless to take it back.
"Let go!" Wu Mian knew that he was not very lucky and met the Lord. He took the endotracheal tube, raised his eyebrows and said coldly.
"Catch him!" Dean Zhang shouted without showing weakness. After all, there are many people around. Wu Mian, who is 1.83 meters old, doesn''t feel how tall in front of everyone.
"Catch you paralyzed!" worried, Wu Mian raised his foot and kicked it on President Zhang''s thigh.
President Zhang was kicked out a few meters away and fell to the ground. The whole person was stunned.
Wu Mian turned and ran away. He only heard someone shouting at the back: "catch him, catch him."
Shouting is shouting, but no one really catches up.
The man looked handsome, like a star in a TV play. But he was the real murderer. He kicked president Zhang to the ground with one foot. The people brought by President Zhang from mordu belong to the kind of workplace elites who only talk and don''t do anything. Who has ever seen all martial arts without saying a word.
The anesthesiologist also looked silly.
The northeast can fight with every word you see. There are more fights in the hospital. In the early years, people who went to the emergency department to rob Du lengding basically started, but never ran to the operating room to grab endotracheal intubation.
Do you want to go back and operate on the cat and dog, or blow bubbles with it.
The key is that the young man didn''t hesitate at all. With one kick, he kicked president Zhang to the ground. Cow! The anesthesiologist thought.
"Find video surveillance and don''t let him run!"
"Alarm, alarm!"
"Yes, hurry up and call the police. Now there are surveillance everywhere. He can''t run!"
The rest of the people said in disorder, and the female secretary helped president Zhang up who fell to the ground. But halfway through, president Zhang winked. He had already sat up, but he didn''t stand up. Instead, he lay down again and kept shouting pain.
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When Wu Mian rushed back to the emergency department with endotracheal intubation for the first time, Taoist Lin''s team had just arrived.
"Hold the baby, go up to 120." Wu Mian shouted with an endotracheal tube in his hand.
The people who followed Taoist Lin were stunned. The hospital is right here. Why do you have to go to 120 in the hospital? What''s the rhythm?
However, Taoist Lin was there. He obeyed Wu Mian''s instructions and asked Tao Ruo and the women around him to take the child to the 120 ambulance for the first time.
The woman has been numb. The child in her arms has been "fat" for several circles. Her eyes are drooping outside. She can only see the ups and downs of her chest occasionally.
"Endotracheal intubation!" the middle-aged man came down with the child. He shouted, but then he saw Wu Mian running out, and the man was stunned.
"Wu... Miss Wu?" he muttered to himself.
It''s hard to believe that Mr. Wu can be seen in Heishan province. When did he return home?
Wu Mian rushed into the 120 ambulance with an arrow step. Seeing Wei Dabao''s sweat, his eyes were a little lax.
"Adrenaline, 1mg intravenously!"
"What''s with antihistamines?!"
Wei Dabao watched Wu Mian rush up foolishly. He just delayed a little time because he wanted to find antihistamines. When Wu Mian asked, Wei Da said on the BMW, "I brought promethazine."
"100mg, intramuscular injection."
Chu Zhixi assisted Wu Mian, trying to break the balloon like child''s mouth and insert the child''s endotracheal intubation.
"Xiao......" the doctor who followed Tao Ruo outside just wanted to be careful, but when he thought that the intubation was Wu Mian, he swallowed the second half sentence directly.
With teacher Wu, I have to speak. I''m waiting to be beaten in the face.
Although the subcutaneous emphysema of the child''s upper body and face has been extremely serious, his mouth can hardly open.
Although there is no fiberoptic bronchoscope, there is not even a visual laryngoscope for endotracheal intubation under normal conditions.
But it was Mr. Wu who performed endotracheal intubation.
Just once, the laryngoscope is sent to the air inlet pipe, a mouthful of turbid air is ejected, and obvious fluctuations can be seen in the chest.
"What''s the bronchodilator with?" Wu Mian asked while fixing the endotracheal intubation.
"Love the whole music."
"Brother, it''s ipratropium bromide."
"Give the medicine." Wu Mian glanced at the child and then said, "go directly to the sophomore of medical college."