Chapter 163: Teacher 163 is very impressive
As Xie Wanying conducted the auscultation, an image of a rapidly beating heart appeared in her mind, looking poorly formed and structured. She thought: Indeed, her first impression was correct. One could sense it without using Special Ability—it was very likely an adult patient with Tetralogy of Fallot.
Tetralogy of Fallot is one of the most common congenital heart diseases. It usually manifests at birth, and the best age for surgery is around one year old. The older the patient, the more dangerous it becomes. Many patients don’t live to adulthood, with an average life span of twelve years for those who are not operated on. Less than three percent of adult patients live to forty years old.
One could say that this young man is lucky to have lived until now. In the 1980s in China, there were very few hospitals that could perform congenital heart disease surgery. Children from ordinary families were basically waiting for death.
In fact, this patient is a very strong person; otherwise, he wouldn’t have survived this illness until now.
Just thinking of this, Xie Wanying felt even more that she needed to get him safely to Guoxie. Taking off her stethoscope, she firmly grasped the patient’s hand.
The young man whose hand was grasped felt as if someone had appeared in front of the doors of death as he was about to die, blocking the darkness—a light, the light of hope.
“You won’t have any problems,” Xie Wanying whispered.
The young man’s struggling eyelids seemed to nod in response.
Doctor Kim on the other end of the phone was frantic, “Why is there no sound?”
“I’m here, Doctor Kim,” Zhao Zhaowei searched for the sense of presence in his teacher’s eyes.
Fu Xinheng signaled everyone to be quiet and spoke into the phone, “Are there signs of pulmonary hypertension?”
This newly emerged male voice was not Doctor Yang’s voice that Xie Wanying had heard earlier; it belonged to a person whose voice she had never heard before.
The man on the other side spoke in a deep and steady voice, like a strong sedative, taking command of the atmosphere.
The most terrifying thing was that without her saying anything, he had already sensed what the patient’s illness was.
She guessed he must be a very capable mentor.
Xie Wanying, relying on her past experience and medical intuition, made her judgment.
She just didn’t know why such a person had suddenly appeared when Doctor Jiang and she were only told about Doctor Yang being there.
Having a skilled mentor around was certainly a great thing. Xie Wanying quickly adjusted her thoughts and replied, “The patient isn’t coughing up blood, teacher.”
She was impressively calm; there was no sense of anxiety or fear in her voice, deliberate as a typewriter!
Fu Xinheng was surprised upon hearing her answer.
He had never encountered a female doctor who could emit such a mechanical tone like his own.
Her calmness in the face of a question was almost to the point of coldness, which he considered a professional quality a doctor should have.
Meanwhile, in the office, Doctor Yang and the others were taken aback by Fu Xinheng suddenly initiating a conversation with Xie Wanying.
Several of them had assumed that Fu Xinheng was just there out of boredom to see what was happening.
An intern, far from becoming a doctor—a senior doctor would usually ignore them.
“Okay,” Fu Xinheng affirmed her statement.
The greatest fear for heart disease patients is the development of pulmonary hypertension. The absence of coughing up blood is an important indicator, and for her to focus on and answer this key point without access to diagnostic equipment at her location was quite impressive for an intern.
Next, Fu Xinheng issued an order, “Prepare the puncture needle.”
His words sent a shock to Doctor Kim, Doctor Yang, and Doctor Lin.