The anesthesiologist of the county hospital sat in the office with a few little nurses happily talking about what had just happened.


    "That young man is really awesome!" the anesthesiologist sincerely praised, "it''s a kick to president Zhang and kick my heart. That''s a comfort."


    "Cut, Dean Zhang, who always hears you say you want to kill dog day, has never seen you move." a nurse''s eyes twinkled and said, "can you learn from the little brother just now and do what he said."


    "I''m not stupid. To tell you, the young man must be in big trouble just now." the anesthesiologist said while playing with his mobile phone. "President Zhang pretended to be injured. I saw his secretary pull him up. It''s nothing. I guess I wanted to send the young man to the Bureau, but I just couldn''t get up on the ground."


    "These people are wilting," said another old nurse. "If you have no seed, let me go home. He dares to harm the hospital so much. He has been working hard with a hoe. Can he wait until now?"


    "Alas." the anesthesiologist sighed.


    "Hey, what? Just say you have no seed. Those who have the ability to take their families to the South and those who don''t do anything stay here to be angry. If I say, cut off the video for him to save the young man from being wronged."


    "Forget it, you have already been copied by President Zhang''s people. You want to help the young man..."


    With that, the anesthesiologist sighed and continued to play with his mobile phone.


    "Which little girl do you talk to? You can''t talk well."


    "This is not talking about it in the group." the anesthesiologist smiled. "I dare not go up and kick president Zhang, but I feel relieved to see people kick him, no matter who it is. I also posted the video in the group. The more people I see, the more it will relieve my anger."


    Just as he was talking, a head suddenly bubbled.


    "Isn''t this Mr. Wu? How did he fight with people?"


    "Which teacher Wu?"


    "I''ll go. It''s Miss Wu!"


    At ordinary times, the anesthesia group with few people bubbling suddenly boils, and people talk again and again.


    The anesthesiologist was stunned, but suddenly. The young man must be an anesthesiologist just now. Otherwise, who ran to the operating room to grab the endotracheal intubation? It''s still a child type.


    But why do we all call that young man Miss Wu?


    Many people in this group have met the anesthesiologist of the county hospital, but he knows others and others don''t know him. None of the teachers of Medical University will be in the mood to meet a general anesthesiologist in a county hospital.


    "Who is Miss Wu?" the anesthesiologist thought for a long time and finally asked this sentence.


    He seems to be a little transparent with automatic shielding function, and no one answers his questions. Soon, someone @ stopped him and asked, "excuse me, what''s going on?"


    The anesthesiologist repeated what had just happened, and there was instant silence in the group.


    "Mr. Wu may be in big trouble. If anyone can help," the anesthesiologist then said, "our dean lies on the ground and pretends to be dead. I clearly see that he is kicking the sartorius muscle, and his strength is not very strong."


    "Why did Mr. Wu grab the endotracheal tube? We have plenty of this."


    "Maybe there''s no bajingzi. Worry, worry."


    "So is your county hospital. Mr. Wu went to ask for an endotracheal intubation and finished it directly. How can he be so stingy. Besides, Mr. Wu can go home with this thing? It must be used to save people."


    Instantly set fire, the anesthesiologist felt smoke on his head and that he would be kicked out of the group the next second.


    It has nothing to do with yourself. He sighed and turned off his cell phone.


    Without waiting to say a word, a call came.


    "Are you Liu Chaoyang, an anesthesiologist in the anesthesiology department of the county hospital?" the man asked politely.


    "Hello, teacher, this is Liu Chaoyang. Do you remember me." the anesthesiologist is not stupid. At this time, he directly calls himself. It must be because of Mr. Wu. Whoever it is, it must be right to call himself a teacher.


    "Please ask me what''s going on."


    Liu Chaoyang suddenly became pockmarked. How did he know what was going on. It seems that a big man ran to the operating room to grab a child''s endotracheal intubation.


    He knows so much that he can''t say anything more.


    Finally, with a few polite words, the anesthesiologist hung up. The little nurse smiled, "how do you feel you''re in trouble? Look at your face, it''s like balsam pear."


    "I have to ask about the situation." Liu Chaoyang said, pulling his slippers, wearing a shoe cover and a piece of clothes, "walk one department by one to see who knows the specific situation."


    Before he finished, the cell phone rang again. The anesthesiologist answered the phone and politely explained the situation, while seizing the time to ask what had happened.


    The first department must be the emergency department. When Liu Chaoyang came to the emergency department, he saw the whole emergency department in a mess.


    "Fairy Lin came by himself. Did you see it?"


    "It must be a big deal. Which child is ill?"


    "What child? I look like a monster. Can your child swell like that?"


    Sure enough, Liu chaoyangguang heard the gossip of the patient and the patient''s family members, and he probably understood what had happened.


    He went to the nurses and doctors in the emergency department and asked the situation in detail. Then he called back one by one.


    It took two hours to finish the call. To Liu Chaoyang''s surprise, the anesthesiologists and even the director of the Department of Anesthesiology, regardless of their medical college years, call the young man the same - Miss Wu.


    So young is a teacher? Liu Chaoyang is curious.


    ……


    ……


    When the 120 ambulance arrived at the second hospital of Medical University, the emphysema on the child had gradually subsided. Throat edema has been for hours, just like before. It comes and goes quickly.


    Originally, Wu Mian was most afraid of inconsistent medical history, laryngeal edema, accompanied by asthma and other complications. The child has mediastinal emphysema. He can use a ventilator without a ventilator.


    Once you have to use it, you have to hurry up for surgery and repair, so as not to be blown heavier and heavier by the ventilator until you finally die.


    But his judgment of his condition is another situation, without surgery at all.


    "Mr. Wu, here you are." President Xue greeted him at the first time, but this time his face was serious and did not smile.


    "Well, the child''s problem is not big." Wu Mian said, "treat the symptoms first, and give him a penicillin skin test after his condition is stable."


    "Use antibiotics. What are you going to use?" President Xue asked.


    "No, I suspect that the patient has mediastinal emphysema caused by penicillin allergy."


    “……”


    If Wu Mian didn''t say this, but his doctor said it, President Xue would slap him against the wall.


    What is it? Haven''t you seen penicillin allergy? Your penicillin allergy can cause subcutaneous emphysema!